<?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-8362317</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:13:18.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABSOLUTE ZERO 绝对零度</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a land where there is No Return... Although u can still click 'Back', but the more horrifying truth is... Eh suddenly forgot... HERMmm ok fine nevermind.
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Please take care of your sides and remember to put on your coat before you start reading... it will be too late...too late to put on after you read this...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-113630029983579437</id><published>2006-01-03T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T22:58:19.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little story</title><content type='html'>There was once this primary school boy that received a homework from his teacher. It was a challenging maths problem. Although it was rather difficult and tricky to solve for his age and education, nonetheless, it is solvable. So this little boy, an intelligent one in fact, took on this assignment and tried to solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night time came and he sat in front of his desk frowning on how to solve the problem. "addition? subtraction? multiply? divide? oh no.... is this solvable?" Anxiety. Worries. Fear. Often he will feel that nobody will understand his plight. Even his mother was asked to leave the room in order not to disturb his thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, the boy came to school and it was maths lesson. The teacher strolled around the class and check their homework, which of course no one managed to finish. Soon he stood in front of the little boy and smiled at him. "This boy is the brightest of them all, maybe he can solve it." the teacher thought. The little boy looked at the teacher calmly and said," this question cannot be solved." The teacher raised his eyebrow and looked at the boy with a queer look, "how do you know?" "Sir, i have tried whole night. I've used up all the methods. There are only 2 possibilities: either the question gave the wrong information or it definitely cannot be solved ." The boy was beaming in self confidence. "Boy, the question can be solved and everything necessary was given. All you need to do is to say you don't know and ask me how to do it." The teacher answered back gently with a smile on his face. "No! No one knows the answer! Even YOU can't solve it! Nobody can!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the teacher is a little annoyed with this young boy's arrogant attitude that he began to address the boy by his name:"Victor! This question had been solved by Isaac Newton hundreds of years ago and the solution is even on the Maths Textbook!!" The boy raised his voice in response, "Isaac Newton? Who is he? You can't prove his existence! how can i trust a person that i cant even see or feel that he can solve this problem? And what maths textbook? How do you prove that its real? Maybe its all fraud? Maybe they themselves don't know the answer but they pretend they know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher is really angry this time. The boy not only could not solve the problem, but he refused to humble himself and admit he doesn't know the answer. Instead he insist that all answers are false and can't be proven to exist. So the teacher replied, "ok. Isaac Newton is a historical figure and many people saw him and wrote about him. He wrote many things as well. There's even his photo. He really solved this problem. And the maths textbook, it is a well-known book and people who wrote this book are all respectable and they wouldn't tell lies." The boy countered with unbelief, "Are there CONCRETE evidences that what you said are true? Can science prove that Isaac Newton exists? Maybe the people that claimed to see him were all lying. Maybe its some other people, who don't know how to solve the problem as well, attempt to solve it while taking on the name 'Isaac Newton'? The photo can be fabricated also!" Before the teacher can reply, he continued, "And the textbook, how do you know its trustworthy and it meant what it said? Are there CONCRETE evidences that this book is true? Who wrote it? How can you be sure that what they wrote is true?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher, completely fed up with this boy's absolute disregard with the truth, shouted at him, "YOU TRY THE ANSWER YOURSELF!! THEN YOU WILL KNOW HOW TRUE IT IS!!"&lt;br /&gt;But the little boy continued his argument and said,  "I will NEVER do that. If i can't prove that this Newton guy and this textbook thing is real and trustworthy, how can i read it? Thats blind faith! Thats being unscientific. Thats superstitious. Its meaningless." The teacher stormed out of the class and everyone was shocked--ALL except that little boy, who said to himself, "See? These teachers are like this, they can't prove what they believed and claimed and when I pointed out their blind faith, they couldn't stand my questioning... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon that boy announced to the whole class:"Class, this question cannot be solved. It has no answer. Let's all go home. Maths is meaningless."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-113630029983579437?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/113630029983579437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=113630029983579437' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/113630029983579437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/113630029983579437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2006/01/little-story.html' title='A little story'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-113604180970674452</id><published>2005-12-31T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T23:10:09.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Orion (Part B--Day 3 and 4)</title><content type='html'>Haha in the end i took so long to post this. On day 3, after a good rest in the Presbyterian High School Hall, we continued with our activities. Our first major event was a giant monopoly game played in the hall and the parade ground. Players were divided into occupations like Real Estate Manager, Entrepreneur, Human Resource etc etc and each of them had a distinct role to play. Take, for example, me. I assumed the role of an Entrepreneur and i had to play games to earn money. The rules are roughly follows: When they announced a game is starting, all the entrepreneurs will have a chance to decide whether they want to invest. Like a game of eating M&amp;Ms buried deep into a plate of flour will take at least $1000 investment. if a player got first for this game, he will get 5(i think!) times his investment, the second quadruples, the third doubles his investment and the rest LOSE their investments. Then the real estate manager will look at sheets of mahjong papers with property prices written on it.  Examples are like Potong Pasir---Buy: $2000 Sell: $2050, Beijing---Buy: $10000 Sell $10500  etc etc. These prices will keep on change so its almost like gambling when u choose which 1 to invest. Ok back to my story. Oh btw before we start the game, the MC announced that the objective of the game is to earn the most valuable thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game started and immediately i, along with 2 girls VeriNA and PetriNA(too bad my english name is not BanaNA), went to the entrepreneur corner. Ta-Da! First challenge: Eat all the M&amp;Ms in a plate of flour without using ur hands!!! waaaaa..... So i bravely decided to invest $2000 into this game. Haha but the funny thing was, as i moved towards the counter to register, i said to myself, "$2000 is kinda risky leh, i think $1500 will be safer" but in the end i placed $1000 into this game :P All of us got into position. I stared at the plate, trying to spot every little sinister-looking M&amp;Ms i can detect. Strategy 1: BLOW at the plate to dispose of all the unwanted flour(and hopefully disturb the competitors beside me hehe) Strategy 2: PECK like a chicken!!! As i continue to strategise, suddenly the competitor beside me made a move. Everything became chaotic. Around the same table we all started to peck at the plates, blowing away flour and devour all the M&amp;Ms our cunning eyes can detect. BUT! Before i finished the plate, i heard the station IC shouted , "hey hey hey! I havent blow the whistle!!!" *moments of jaws-dropping(with white noses and white mouths and white faces)* SAD SIA! haiz so we have to wait for them to take the plates back, take out all the remaining m&amp;amp;ms and fill them back and oh yes, along with the now-dreaded-like-nothing-else-can-compare FLOUR..... Haha anyway i got 3rd for the game eventually , earning $1000 for my team :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than this nothing much to note lah, just that during the game, i received a little note from dunno who which quoted the verse Luke 9:25 "What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, and lose or forfeit his very self?" . At that moment i was reminded that hey, so what if we earned alot this time? What is the meaning of all these? Lionel told me to go look for Boon Jin to ask her to explain this verse. So i went. She said that there are 3 options for me to make : 1, give up all the money to the poorest team. 2, Distribute your money to all the teams. 3, Ignore this. i was really perplexed. If i am the only one playing, i would be willing to give away everything actually. But it is when others are playing that i cannot recklessly made the decision. 'what if they scold me/felt sad for losing everything?' was the thought that went through my mind. In the end i chose to do nothing. Not because i didnt think it was important, but because everyone else was busy playing the game. Quite like the world we live in huh? We wanted to tell people that earning money, pursuing worldly pleasures are not everything in life but they are just too engrossed in money-making, merry-making etc that they wouldnt listen. Anyway in the end our team didnt win the game lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now comes the more interesting part: Bible Study Sessions!!!! Haha... The bible study sessions were divided into 5 P-- Perspective from the Gospel, Purpose of the Gospel, People of the Gospel, Price of the Gospel, Pain of the Gospel. I particularly liked the first one on the perspective of the gospel. it is basically about christians being called out from the world to live their lives for God HAVE to look at the world differently i.e. a different worldview. When the world values material wealth and individual gratifications and godlessness, the christians are expected to stand apart from them and be faithful to God. The key verse is : "But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light."--1 Peter 2:9.  Other than this, i liked the way SYFC conduct their bible studies. They will link the activities you have earlier on to the sessions so that you can relate to it. Examples are like the session we had on the second day: Purpose of the Gospel. As the 2nd day is the day we finish our amazing race games, the session started off with the reflection questions: What was your objective for playing race? What have u done/should have done to help you better achieve this objective? And then they present the teaching that as Christians we have a different goal in life from others, that is to glorify God. To glorify God means to reflect His character of God so that others(non-christians) can recognise that in us. Through living uprightly, we displayed the righteousness of God, through doing things/saying things wisely, we demonstrated the wisdom of God, so on and so forth.  As my blog is not a bible study website, explaining all these teachings one by one would be unnecessary here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha! Now comes the moment. Teams assembled themselves. Fully geared, i.e. bringing all their barang barang along, they marched towards the gate. This is one of the highlights of the camp, the great march towards Chua Chu Kang!!! We will have to walk 16 km through the jungles in Upper Peirce Reservoir starting from Presbyterian High, which is in Yio Chu Kang, until the Bangkit LRT stations. All EZ link cards are to be given to the group leaders so that we will all have to use our legs! Hahaha but it was fun la, really. Initially we were all walking on concrete roads and as we move closer to The Path, our hearts pounded. There was a sign that reads: Danger Do Not Enter but we ignored it altogether. we climbed the fences and walked into the unknown regions. trees were everywhere, occasionally we will hear insects screeching and birds singing aloud. Oh and along the way we came across a river! not a very deep one lah of coz, juz some h2o streaming across :P But it was very relaxing to see some water though, after so much mud and soil and dirt and rocks. On we go and walked and walked and climbed. Sometimes we cant see the sun, sometimes the trees opened up to allow some sunlight to slip through, and then closing itself up again. We walked for some 3 hours in total (of which at least 2 hours were spent in the woods) if not for the jokes and companionship along the way, i think it would be a  very boring trip. Oh haha and on the way i tried to be funny: i asked for a map from chee hong(a super funny guy!!!) to check our location. But of coz, when u are in the woods, its really impossible to locate urself unless u saw some landmarks. So i took the map and pointed to some trees and said,"ok so on the map there are 3 trees here... so should be this one and this and that." and i randomly pointed to 3 trees. Hahaha and there was a moment of silence and then everyone broke into laughter. "LAME lor!" Ok lame jokes aside, the trek was actually to depict our christian journey on this world-- long, tedious, sometimes boring, but always supporting one another. To sum it all up, PERSEVERE through!! Soon we reached Southview primary and washed ourselves up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we had a wonderful BBQ. Experienced SYFC pple helped out and we enjoyed ourselves feasting on huge pieces of chicken chop, beef, mutton, stingrays, satays, etc etc etc *wipes saliva* Haha and Alvin and Barnie were like so hyper eating the stingrays lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we took a picture whereby everyone stood and formed the shape CAMP ORION. (our team is the I!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great camp :) oh and i like their theme song too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Stanza:&lt;br /&gt;The day you saved me&lt;br /&gt;Your love so gripped me&lt;br /&gt;What mattered in past&lt;br /&gt;Become ties to be cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Word made me see&lt;br /&gt;My life couldnt be&lt;br /&gt;The same as the world&lt;br /&gt;When i follow thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I'm set apart  a stranger in this world&lt;br /&gt;No more at home at peace with the ways of this world&lt;br /&gt;Your Spirit keeps me going in this race&lt;br /&gt;Till i meet You in a better place&lt;br /&gt;Until then i really need Your grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Stanza:&lt;br /&gt;The journey of faith&lt;br /&gt;Your Spirit You gave&lt;br /&gt;To show me Your way&lt;br /&gt;Should i go astray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But often i do&lt;br /&gt;Prone to sin, grieving You&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please do hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;With Your strength i shall stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Stanza:&lt;br /&gt;Towards heaven my home&lt;br /&gt;My Lord, I'll behold&lt;br /&gt;Where tears no more flow&lt;br /&gt;Death no longer holds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So onward i go&lt;br /&gt;Your glory's my goal&lt;br /&gt;So help me O Lord&lt;br /&gt;That my steps may be bold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;When i fall Lord you will pick me up&lt;br /&gt;Lord please keep me faithful to the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-113604180970674452?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/113604180970674452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=113604180970674452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/113604180970674452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/113604180970674452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/12/camp-orion-part-b-day-3-and-4.html' title='Camp Orion (Part B--Day 3 and 4)'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-113463472182955289</id><published>2005-12-15T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T21:16:20.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Orion(Part A--day 1 and 2)</title><content type='html'>Slowly, the days go by and i went for a camp organised by the Singapore Youth For Christ called Camp Orion. Orion has nothing to do with Onion although they are spelt alike. The camp's theme was about finding your true bearing in life and, as this was a Christian camp, stressed the importance of the identity of us being strangers in this world. The whole camp was roughly modelled according to the Amazing Race and we had a MOVING CAMP--which means that first night we camped at Methodist Girls' School and 2nd night Presbyterian High and third night Southview Primary. They had 4 campsites for this 4 days 3 nights camp :) Oh, its from 30 Nov to 3 Dec by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am at City Hall station. We met this large group of youths wearing red colour t shirt that has "GJYF" written on it. Later on then i realised that all of them were from the same church, Grace Jubilee Church. It seems that some churches hitched on to this youth camp because their church is not planning any camps this year end. Anyway, enough with the introduction and lets move on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off from St Andrew Cathedral(thats Fang Yu's Church! For the NYJCians :P ), all 200+ of us. For our group, with Lionel and Benjamin as leader, with members like Caleb, Alvin, Zhen Xiong, Me, Christopher, Kelvin, Barnabas(we call him Barnie or funnier, Banana-Burst hahahaha) . Our first destination: Tampines! Wow thats pretty far! So along the way we joked and talked and enjoyed the air con hehe. Oh and, because there were 3 of us wearing yellow t shirts and Alvin was wearing white, we decided to form a banana formation! Alvin stood in the centre, and 3 of us(Caleb, Lionel and Me) stood beside him. 1,2,3 and 3 of us will bend a little away from Alvin. hahaha! It may be hard to imagine but picture a peeled banana. So hilarious and we were all giggling along the way. Every now and then, the HQ will sms the leaders questions. our first question is : name as many singapore presidents as u can. wow that was tough! others are like : name as many official games played in the WCG etc etc. Quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we all reached Tampines and we made our way to our first station--Sunplaza Park. By the way we were given a map, with all the names removed. So its like a normal map of Tampines but the Tampines Regional Library now becomes Regional Library, so we wun knoe its tampines directly. there were 6 circles on the map, of which only 4 are true. so we will have to rely on the photo they gave us, which was often taken at a cunning angle so we have to do some observation before we can conclude which circle it is at. After identifying which circle we must move towards, we have to do some map navigation skills to move along the urban landscape :) We played different games in the various stations like catching waterbombs with bare hands, playing ping pong etc. Oh! The point system was very unique also! Instead of the ordinary points-earned-by-a-group system, the camp uses a Knight-Squire-Cleric point system. So in a game, lets say the catch waterbombs with bare hands game, the knights were very sporty and got all the bombs. So, the knights will score all the points, which is Strength. But in this way, this whole group will only have strength points, and short of Health and Wisdom points, which MUST be earned by the Cleric and Squire respectively. As a result, the entire group have to participate in the game, instead of the common problem of only the fit pple play and the quiet pple stand aside and watch. The 3 types of points we earned can be used to complete task cards, which is categorised into A B and C. C is the easiest to complete but worth the least credits and completing A earns more credits but is much harder to complete. A typical task card looks like this: Strength points required--40, Wisdom--20, Health--10 etc. So the group will decide that next game, the knights have to work harder to get more points whereas the clerics can take a short break. Besides giving credits, each task card, when completed, gives some rewards also. Like a good task card will give "all experience points(Strength Wisdom and Health) doubled" so once completed, the group can double all its points which can in turn, be used to complete more task cards. by the way, task A cards gave 100 credit, task B 60 and task C 35 i think. The group that has the most credits wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After completing the 4 stations in Tampines, we open the letter to know wheres our next region. Tada! Boon Lay! Thanks~ huh. so we took the train for 40++ mins to reach boon lay station. Upon reaching boon lay, we only have 1.5~2 hours left! So we started running and rushing(finally, the Amazing Race spirits!!!) the games were like: find the items described on a paper and state its price. things like, wireless dvd player etc etc. So we have to run around in jurong point and ask the shopowners if they have such and such models. We only have 15 mins but it was really interesting hehe. In the end we only managed to complete 2 stations in boon lay region haha. den we opened the envelop to see where is our 1st campsite: Methodist Girls school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Methodist Girls School. It was my 1st experience after 8 years or more to have to bath using pails and cups! As it was a primary school toilet and they are moving away soon, the sinks were only waist height and the walls only reached my neck.(bad thing about being tall) so i stopped grumbling and start bathing. I tell you, it was an UNFORGETABLE experience.... I mean, bathing using pails in SINGAPORE??? oh my. But i can now understand more deeply how missionaries in countries like Myanmar and Cambodia experience lah, which is still a good thing hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting thing: there is this joker point system that night! We earn this special point thru indoor games like Bingo and Scrabble etc. Joker points can be transformed into ANY class points. Which means that, if u got 30 joker points and u are short of 10 strength points 10 wisdom and 10 health, the 30 joker points can be used! Ok now comes the sad part: our group, even if we use up all our joker points, cannot finish our task cards and even if we could, we cannot exchange the rewards , which were attractive. So, we decided to keep the points until tml. Later, there was a bidding for starting time next morning. As time is an important factor in games like Amazing Race, the various groups fought to bid to be the 1st to start off. first slot is 8am and later 810 and 820 etc. Our group thinks its dumb to bid for earlier times using more than 50 points and hence , we did not bid. After the pple in charge made sure no one else wants to finish task cards or bid for time slots, they declared the opportunity closed. Then! the guy making the announcement pretend to answer a phone call. To our horror, he said that the Joker Bank COLLAPSED. So all the joker points not used will be considered REDUNDANT. *jaws dropped* WHAT!? yup, so our team ended up exactly as we were before that night... I think what they were trying to bring across thru this scenario is this: When God gives u talents and u dun make good use of it to serve God, He will eventually take it away from you. Therefore, make good use of every opportunity/talents/gifts and put them into good use! But that was only what i think lah, they never say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, i seem to be dragging the post... Anyway, the next day we went to Woodlands and we played various other interesting games! Like: standing with a tissue on our chest as targets for one of our teammates to shoot with waterguns(that was so irritating hahaha coz our teammate shoot until our shirts are all wet and ahem, for barnie, his pants. hahahaha!) anyway after the games, we moved on to our second camp site: Presbyterian High!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second time to Presbyterian High! the 1st time was a funfair thingy :) Finally we had showers!!!!!!! It was so enjoyable lor! especially after a long day and bathing using pails the day b4. But another sad thing is: i forgot to bring along my shampoo and shower foam to the toilets! Ahem, so the pple behind me must be wondering how come this tall guy baths so fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, a missionary from Cambodia came to share with us her experience. Her name is Shella David and she had been in Cambodia for 10 years and shes coming back to Singapore fore a short break and is going back for another 10 years! She shared with us how she came to know the Lord Jesus Christ and how she was always smiling with a big smile on her face because of the joy in her heart. She also mentioned that she originally wanted to go to India for mission work but God changed her mind through a small but clear voice that says "Give up your desires for India" and she decided to go to cambodia, right after the newspaper published cambodia's desire to open up. After the sharing, we were reminded that as Christians in this world, we are all strangers, with lives and value systems drastically different from that of the world. And our mission in this world is to share the gospel and the joy of believing in Christ Jesus our saviour :) They screened videos about mission works in Thailand, Cambodia, Philippines, Myanmar etc and it had been calculated that more than 300,000,000 pple in the world had not heard of the gospel! This means that many MANY pple out there are still living without hope and not given a chance to make a decision whether or not they want to repent and trust in God... I can safely say that our hearts were all moved. Many a times we Christians were so caught up with the enjoyments in the world and making money that we forgot why we were called out of this world: to be a channel of blessings for others. We are reminded of our duties to live a holy and pure life and to reach out to others around us. Souls crying out for salvation. Oh, just a sidenote, if it is God's will, i would want to go to Thailand to be a missionary. Partly because i can speak a little bit Thai hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what i heard(i.e. not necessary absolutely true): Thailand was called "the land of smiles", the pple there just likes to smile. However, when asked what is the truth of life, some of them answered they dont know. Although the national religion is Theravada Buddhism and boys that reached 15 years old have to enter monkhood for months, the fact is there ARE some Thai pple there that still felt a deep emptiness in their hearts. Some girls have to go into prostitution to earn a living whereas a minority group of girls went into prostitution for money and for majority of this particular group, they just wanted to earn lots of money and enjoy life, materialistically. Their perception towards Christianity stopped at a superficial religious level and on they go thru pains and hopelessness. Im not criticising their religion, perhaps they have not understood enough of Theravada Buddhism, but still, they need a saviour. They need pple to tell them that they can have a Hope that will never ever fade away in Christ, as long as they are willing to break away the misconceptions and put their faith in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this post is getting too long, and honestly speaking, i still have a lot more to write hehe. I shall finish this soon, maybe tml. Tml will be about day 3 and the last day. Be prepared for more fun and actions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-113463472182955289?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/113463472182955289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=113463472182955289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/113463472182955289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/113463472182955289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/12/camp-orionpart-day-1-and-2.html' title='Camp Orion(Part A--day 1 and 2)'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-113405329363813914</id><published>2005-12-08T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T00:08:17.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Conflict</title><content type='html'>I sat on the table and said a prayer to thank God for the dinner i had. It was 29th November. After attending a training for planning Evangelistic events, my bro and i went to challenge han bin and his bro at Ang Mo Kio on DotA. Haha his brother is more handsome than him, quite a similar case with the Mok brothers ;) After this match of Sim brothers vs Mok brothers, (which we won as expected haha ok thats quite inconsiderate) han bin and his bro left and my bro and i had dinner at S-11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when i was enjoying the curry chicken noodles, i heard a loud metallic "dang!" at my 1 o'clock direction. That drew the attention of the people within hearing distance i.e. a circle with centre at the source of sound and radius 6.78 m. Suddenly all attention was focused on a old indian couple sitting nearby. The woman, in around her 50s, was holding a metal spoon and staring fiercely at the old man sitted opposite her across the table. The old man, most probably her husband, was having his dinner, a plate of nasi brani. He was left-handed and his spoon hand was &lt;em&gt;shivering&lt;/em&gt;. In fact, it was close to &lt;em&gt;shaking&lt;/em&gt; than shivering. It was vibrating at a rate of 4~5 times/sec with an angle of 30.75 degrees. The old man didnt dare to look up. He continued his futile attempt to send the rice into his mouth. Rice scattered all over their tables. And the scene paused for a few seconds before everyone goes back to their own individual delicacies. I stared at them, as in, not those kind of burning stare but that of intimidated. "Woah, whats happening?" was most probably what went on in the minds of everyone that witnessed the conflict, including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, things went back as per normal and i continued eating, only to take a quick glimpse of the latest happenings of this indian couple. The old man was still trying to eat, while the old woman, perhaps noticed the sudden concentration of attention, pretended to look elsewhere. But, all was not over. Before i send another piece of rubber-like chicken meat into my mouth, the old woman stared at the old man and stretched her hands to take the plastic bags on the other seats. (They were sitting around a round table with around 6~8 seats, 2 of them sat on 2 seats, and the other 2~3 seats were used to put plastic bags) As soon as she took some plastic bags, she stood up and left. Not one single sound came out from her mouth to tell the old man to go, not one single word 'let's go', not even a slightest warning. The old man, perhaps used to such things, abandoned his plans to finish his meals and took the remaining bags too. (Note: the bags he took contained heavy stuffs like 1.5 litres of soft drinks etc whereas the woman took light stuffs like tissue paper etc) But before he joined his wife, the woman turned around and swung the plastic bag she's holding and slammed his face! "Pah!" Again, attention was focused on the couple. Because this time round theres more action, more attention was added along with the original kay-pohs. After the assault, the woman walked away briskly. The old man said nothing and followed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence. Shocked face. Spoons and chopsticks stopped moving. People looking at one another. The unspoken word :"what the--?". Soon the couple went out of sight and the people continued eating. The leftover food was cleared by the cleaner but the 2 cups of tea remained there because it was almost untouched and the cleaner thought the owners still wanted it, as if to act as a quiet witness to the whole incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was deeply cut by this conflict. What is the world becoming now? Perhaps people might say this was only an exception. But why not think it this way: This was only a tip of a iceberg. In the world how many family violence are there? How many wives/husbands got beaten up by their spouses? How many children are beaten by their own parents? How much hatred and tensions exist in the families? Why must husbands and wives quarrel? Why must people ended up using violence when they are unhappy with the flaws of their spouses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Various numerous questions continued to flow in and out of my mind. Everytime i think of the intensity of despise,hatred,unhappy,frustrations in the eyes of the old woman, it makes my heart feel so wrenching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the original creation order, God made man first, then woman. Man was supposed to be the head of the family. Note! The Bible did not say that males are more valuable than females. Never! From Eternity to Eternity God did not at any moment indicate that. Man and Woman all both extremely precious in God's eyes. Why? Because they are created in the image of God. Which means that they are &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; God. Note the italics &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; because it means that they are NOT God. If you are &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; someone &lt;em&gt;means&lt;/em&gt; you are not that person. You can't say to George Bush that he looks &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; George Bush, the president of America right? ;) Therein lies the dignity and value of all human beings, regardless of race--that they bear the image of God in them. Humans are humans, animals are animals. In the Evolution theory Humans, or rather, &lt;em&gt;Homo Sapiens&lt;/em&gt; became mere product of chance and continuous evolution and, given time, might be replaced by other more evolutioned organisms. As a result, Humans were degraded to the level of animals when actually we are far more precious and higher than animals! That is one of the main reasons why the Evolution Theory cannot be accepted, in attempting to remove God from the picture, Man allowed themselves to fall into the level of mere animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the discussion, Man and Woman are equal. I'm not to the other extreme to demand total equality of man and woman because thats IMPOSSIBLE. Some tasks only man can do. Some tasks only woman can do. Each gender has its individual and unique roles that the other gender cannot participate. Take, for example, giving birth. No matter how hard a man tries, cannot give birth means cannot give birth. Change sex change voice change hairstyle change this change that also cannot. God chose to give the ability to bear children specially to the woman. Sorry for dragging this post but i really want to address an issue brought up by the Da Vinci Code regarding women being suppressed by men. Due to foolish misunderstanding of the Bible, some people thought that the Bible was male-chauvinist. But actually they are all wrong! If the ancient Roman Catholic Church ever thinks this way, they were wrong too! Not only does the Bible not undermine the value of women, in fact the Bible praised women! Proverbs chapter 31 verse 10~31 was devoted to compliment the wisdom and diligence of women. Women was described as hardworking, able to deal with money, shrewd, loving, compassionate, responsible, faithful. (sadly, most of the time man arent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the value of both genders as human beings are equal. But their roles are different. It would be hard for women to be the head of the family because its unnatural to them and it would be hard for men to be supporter as well. Sometimes these roles might change a little bit, but the main structure is: Man are SUPPOSED to be the leader and Woman are SUPPOSED to be the supporter. Man have nothing to be proud of because with this authority comes responsibilities and Woman have nothing to be ashamed of because they are by natural good at details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, am i still talking about the indian couple incident? haha heck lah. Im always digressing ;) My conclusion is that all men and women ought to return to their original relationships which God designed for them. Yup, as simple as that. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. After they left, my brother and i ahem, took over their tea and ahem, enjoyed it haha. But i didnt, because, another sad thing, that old man was drinking tea without sugar nor milk and the lady drank tea with milk. As for the reasons, i assume my readers are all smart enough to guess. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-113405329363813914?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/113405329363813914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=113405329363813914' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/113405329363813914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/113405329363813914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/12/conflict.html' title='The Conflict'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-113272654904537700</id><published>2005-11-23T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T14:25:57.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Finally the exams are over. Recalling back, i cant really remember the maths formulae, chinese stuffs, history facts very clearly anymore. What then, remains? I would say its the fun times, sad times, disappointment, excitement, peace, calm, joyful and many many more different emotions that linger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 1 was one of my happiest year. Can u all believe it? The amount of conversations i had with girls just in JC1 alone was more than all the conversations i had with girls from P1 to Sec4 add together. Haha... yah, i was a shy boy last time :) Anyway, i had Houshun as my best friend in JC and we had lotsa lotsa fun crapping and joking and disturbing each other together. Although the girls in my class, 28-3=25 of them, keep on irritating us and said we are ahem, opposite of hetereosexual, but i still enjoyed having hs as my very good friend. Oh by the way, i am not bean-sprout-in-hokkien lah, dunno about hs though hee hee~ Nah, i think he isnt. He always "claimed" to like Jessica and whats-her-name? Oh, Jenella i think HAHA. Probably to divert attention? :D As for the subjects, i liked my combi. Chinese was fun, though i always did badly for my duan-ping(note: Short commentary) and i always fail my history essays(something like 5/25 everytime, oh boy), and i always never do the tutorials... haha this is like confessing my sins lor... But generally speaking, i liked my first year in JC. Except of the dreadful PW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW was disastrous. Initially my group mates and i were quite harmonious. We wanted to do something about women rights and etc etc but out proposals were flatly rejected because we cant get our informations easily(mostly from Iran thats why). I still remember the beginning period of PW, where i will crap with my groupmates(all of them girls, because theres only 3 guys in my class) then they will laugh and laugh. There was once when we were talking about transexuals and someone(i think it was Chek Hui, our leader) said she saw a 'guy' wearing skirts and feminie dress but looks 101% like a guy standing beside the road. Then i said "oh maybe his clothes never dry lah, so have to wear his sister's clothes" haha then they laughed and giggled like mad =D I was quite satisfied with my humour then. Until things got worst and the stress level of everybody start to build up and laughters became scarce. Then i became more lazy and sloppy with work and my leader started to be displeased with me. Slowly and slowly, my jokes became not funny to them anymore because i felt stressed too, and couldnt 'ignite' my humour. Plus i became quite 'scared' of chek hui as she looked so fierce and, ehhh... unamusable. Sometimes i even wished they were Christians, so we can all pray to God for strength and wisdom and guidance to finish the PW off. But sadly they werent. So i had to pray everytime i go for PW meetings and, i juz dunno why, i felt hard to give useful advices. So when i felt stressed, i cant give good advices, and they will criticise, and i will be even more discouraged and as a result, before i give suggestions i will always think twice, or sometimes thrice, before i give advices. And most of the time the advices wouldnt be good since im not relaxed enough to think properly. This vicious cycle went on for a very very very long time(june was still ok, it started from end of june till the end, November, 5 months!) And i was very very very very saddened by it. Its really painful to see someone whom you often message, joke around slowly drifted apart and u know in ur heart she almost reached the stage of "hating" u... But thank God that PW finally ended and slowly and slowly,(refer to my long long ago entry, about apologising to someone de) i hope she forgave me and we can still be friends maybe? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than PW, another thing that saddened me alot ALot ALOT was the drifting apart with my best friend. Yan ren and me were once very good friends, at least from my point of view. We practised martial arts together, crap together, play KOF together, joined Wushu in Chung Cheng(Main), play initial D and Gran Turismo racing games together, fight together(as in, sparring)... I still remembered i stayed in his home once and we talked till 3am midnight. We talked about friends, girls, martial arts, life etc etc. We even went to gym together with my bro! In Nyjc we joined Judo also because the pugilistic society here was really....ahem, not for people that are into combat Martial arts lah haha. However, when we got into NYJC, he chose Geography and i chose History. So he tend to stick with his Sec 4 friends, who also chose geography, most of the time and i had my new group of friends in ny. Different classes, different paths. Then he started to read the Da Vinci Code and formed in his mind wrong perception of Christianity and, although he wouldnt admit it, but his character was slowly changing... But, so am i, isnt it? My character changed alot too. In the past i would do crazy things and say quite some nonsenses. But now, i became more.... obedient? or maybe more 'nice'? Im not sure of my change though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this time when we quarreled. It was because i didnt come for some dry run of the Chinese Electronic Writing Competition as the technical team. that was the far cause. The near cause was i skipped judo practice because i was injured. So i smsed him and said i wouldnt be coming. And he replied "ya la ya la, you are always injured"(i think he meant it as a joke) But i took it personally and said thats very hurting and insulting and told him to think before smsing next time. And he replied furiously and sort of flared up, scolding me for not being responsible with Mr Pang also(the teacher in charge of the technical team). So at that stage i felt our distance was really really far apart... After some days, i apologised to him and we could talk again :) But, i could feel there was a chasm between us le :( Haiz. In the past we can talk deep, but now, our conversations seem to be superficial and remains on the 'hows exam?' 'hi' 'bye' 'want to eat together?' kind of stuffs. Although the LEP people might see us often walking together but theres actually a crack in between us... you all cant see... Sometimes i wept for the loss of such a good friend... i initially thought he's the same towards everyone else, but he's always close to his Geography friends though, joking and playing all the time... whereas to me... haiz. Ok enough sad things, lets talk about light and happy stuffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the december holidays 2004, i went with my school friends to Europe! That period of time was really a wonderful memory to me :) I became quite good friend with Kenneth Chong and Kenneth Yeo and we always crap together and criticise the snobbish French hahahah! And i can still remember when we stumbled across the red light district because KC was looking for his Oasis T-shirt :D now, we can still crap and talk with one another when we met in school... and i really thank God for this friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In year 2005, Gary came to our class. Or should i say, 'remained' in our class? haha. At first i thought he would be shy because he didnt know anybody in our class. But to my surprise, he cliched very Very well with Amanda, Jiamin, Ying Chin, Houshun and Wanping. And i could always see them joking and playing all the time. Suddenly i felt so out of place. In the past i could joke with them too, although im the quiet type. But now because i had so little time with them, i felt drifted from them also. They took CLA, Econs, Maths together and could always spend time with each other. But when they break, i had to go for Higher Chinese and History, and when they had Econs, i had break. The feeling of losing touch with friends because of stupid weird subject combi was really a heart-aching experience. i am a person that values friendships alot. And losing beloved friends was really really painful to me... haiz. Eh, why am i talking about sad things again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the exams were approaching and round the corners. Jiam and Amanda Houshun they all didnt do too well in the exams and seriously i was very worried for them. I mean, i was not at all proud of scoring better than them... but i felt they can really do better if they had studied hard enough and not spend so much time playing and fooling around. Haiz. I know its too late to blame people, but its really saddening to see ur own dear friends failing in exams and u are the like the very very few among them that passed. I wanted to help them. But i couldnt bring myself to say the "stop-fooling-around-and-start-mugging-or-you-are-all-gonna-fail-A levels!!!" line... its.... too harsh for me. Now u can understand how i felt when they ponned exams, ponned lectures just to play and had fun with each others... so distressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best group of friends i have in NYJC year 2 was my Judo friends. Probably because we trained together and sweat together, i felt so close with them. Seriously, the jokes that i told in the Jiam they all's gang were nothing compared to the ones i cracked with my judo pals! Like 20% VS 120% kind. Sometimes i wished they were there so that they can all hear the jokes and be amused by me... I loved to see friends that i liked be amused and joyful. But sadly, its always a different story when im with my class people. Maybe its because the judo friends get amused more easily ba, so when i crack a ok-joke, they will still be amused, thus encouraging me to crack even more funny jokes and so on and so forth--a good cycle :) whereas sometimes its harder to amuse my class people when pple more funny like Jiam and Houshun and Gary were around... Haiz. So they will just like "its not funny lah" and my self esteem was shattered and i no longer dare to crack jokes anymore because i dun think it was funny enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing was about this blog. Initially this blog enjoyed high viewership because i had so much to crap about in year 1. But as the years moved on, i became a deeper person, sometimes more serious i think. So the blog slowly became serious and discussed mainly about truth, life, God, faith etc etc and as usual, people wouldnt like this kind of entries. Especially when they were already so stressed up with their school works and exams. So slowly and slowly this blog loses viewership and fell into a state of decadence. Haha abit too strong a word to use huh? :D Recently this blog was attacked by some people too, because of my various entres that sought to discuss about the deeper truths in this world. Haiz but now, i've begun to see the whole blog thingy differently le. Blogging is not about entertaining people with jokes and craps or be a "people-pleaser", its about sharing YOUR thoughts and feelings on things so that people who read will get to know u better. At least thats what i think now haha, subject to change though :P Ok lets not talk about blog in a blog, its kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judo was fun, seriously. When my mum and dad and brother told me to quit after i injured myself, i was really really reluctant to do so simply because i liked Judo and my judo friends so much. Although i didnt manage to get any prizes and medals, i still felt satisfied because some of my best friends were all in Judo. And im thankful for Christians in Judo also! Like Angela, our captain Daryl, im very encouraged by them in fact. My judo coaches were funny and friendly and i put down quite some weight because of judo trainings :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides CCA, JC times was also the first time i had Bible study with my schoolmates :D It was led by a YFC personnel Lionel and people like Daryl, Joel from 04S9A? Me, and towards the end, Fang Yu, would all meet on every tuesday to study the Bible, pray for each other, share our joys and sorrows in school etc etc. Im greatly encouraged by them. Oh and there were seniors in our bible study group too! people like James from dunno what class, and Yong Lee(one of the top scorers for 2004 A levels, he got i think 3 A and a C6 for GP, im so proud of him hee hee... but hes from City Harvest lah and as most of u know, they paid enormous attention on studies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, i loved my JC years. Although its short, very short indeed, but many memories, be it joyous or saddening, were engraved in my mind. These memories would be the treasure chest hiddened deep inside my heart, where i will occassionally open and add a smile to my face. Oh, speaking of face, JC life saw my first time in life being called "flawless complexion" too! HAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gracious Heavenly Father, i thank You so much for this period of my life in NYJC. I now see the purpose You had for sending me to this school. I pray, oh Lord, that what i learnt during this 2 years will be useful in the days ahead and bring glory to Your Name forever and forever. Amen" ---Weiwu, 23rd November, 2005.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-113272654904537700?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/113272654904537700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=113272654904537700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/113272654904537700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/113272654904537700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/11/after-thoughts.html' title='After Thoughts'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-112997940046603659</id><published>2005-10-22T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T19:10:00.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch up (part 2)</title><content type='html'>I juz realised that i promised to write alot of posts but i didnt! haha im so sorry. initially i wanted to write 1 about my life. From the time of consciousness up till today(coz not very long ago i turned 18 mah so muz write something to celebrate ;) ) But well, since i promised to write about prelims, den prelims i shall write about! Ironically, A levels are round the corners and here i am writing about prelims haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims are rather ok i would say. Got a C for Maths C (im not trying to be funny ok), C for Chinese (Im not trying to be funny again), and a D for History =) Well, Thank God for the results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are Arts students really at a Disadvantage??? Science people are scoring as high as 92 etc while Arts students struggle just to pass maths. Quite pathetic huh. But on the other hand, for GP most of the B3 and B4s are Arts people, while Science students who scored As and Bs got to work REALLY hard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-112997940046603659?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/112997940046603659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=112997940046603659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/112997940046603659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/112997940046603659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/10/touch-up-part-2.html' title='Touch up (part 2)'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-112807504713488818</id><published>2005-09-30T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:10:47.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch up (Part 1)--Apologetics</title><content type='html'>Very long time since a new post appeared on my blog, well... roughly around 1.5 months. Many things have happened over this period of time. My wisdom teeth healed, and i thank God for that, i went for this seminar about Apologetics, which i will talk about later, took the series of brain-cells-wacko Prelims, enjoyed a short week of break, back to school, got back results, feeling angst, thinking, pondering, praying, resting, studying. That basically wraps up this whole period of 40+ days. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this post will be about what i learnt in the Apologetics Talk. Prelims next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Apologetics has nothing to do with apologising or apologise. Apologetics is about answering people's questions on our Faith. By the way, not only Christians have that, other religions such as Buddhism and Islam have their own school of apologetics as well. For Christians, apologetics is about answering questions like "how do you know that God exists?", "all the religions are the same...so dont impose your Jesus on me!" and "Evolution has shown that Man evolved from apes, not created by some supreme being..." so on and so forth. As Christians we often face such bombardment of questions on us, sometimes politely, sometimes not very pleasantly. Therefore, although this seminar was from 31 August to 1 September, which was super close to the Higher Chinese papers on the 2nd September, i still went for it=) haha now you will know why i'm so thankful that i didnt fail my chinese badly. The talk was organised by Doctor Samuel Ling, a Chinese pastor that stayed in the United States and teaches in the Westminster Seminary(the school that teaches Theology-the study of God)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Samuel Ling-- a very friendly person. He chose to sit on a chair in front of us instead of standing behind the platform(the one that pastors stand behind to preach), and he doesnt use a very preachy tone to speak to us, it was more like a discussion than a sermon. He looked like he was in his 50s, wears a pair of specs, if grey hair symbolises wisdom, then he's definitely a wise person. He was a student of a famous Theologian and Apologist Cornelius Van Til. Nevermind if you all dont know him, maybe i will talk about him after i do some research someday. Ok so the evening started with this friendly speaker and us sitting on the comfortable wooden chairs of our Worship Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presuppositionalism&lt;/strong&gt;--very bombastic word huh? around 7~8 syllabi sia. But its basically about answering people's questions based on their presupposition, which is the underlying assumption or subtle values in you. Too abstract? ok give an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A loving God will not send people to hell!"&lt;br /&gt;Presupposition: God is too good, and man is too good also, for God to send people to hell. 1, this person &lt;strong&gt;assumes&lt;/strong&gt; that God thinks, feels, and acts as man does. 2, he &lt;strong&gt;imagines&lt;/strong&gt; that Love is higher than God, therefore even God have to abide with the unchanging demands of Love. Therefore, his mentality is, "if &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; would not send people to hell, neither should/would God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all can understand the example, i will not answer the question now. Move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why do apologists such as Dr Ling, Professor Van Til and many others want to advocate Presuppositionalism? It is simply because if we Christians merely follow the questions posed by non-Christians, this will lead us into a very passive, vulnerable situation. Questions will always change, but the underlying mentalities and presuppositions are always the same. A person that dont want to face a Righteous God will always ask questions like "what about morally upright persons such as Confucius? Mencius? Buddha? are you saying that they are going to to hell also? Aiya~ you christians ah... so absolute 1..." So if we follow him, we will only be trying to answer an unending list of 'what about' and 'what if' without answering his underlying mentality. Hence, answering their mindset and value system is more important than answering the surface questions posed by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that i learnt is that we can answer non-Christians' questions based on the assumption-implication-beliefs framework. Its actually rather similar to the Paul's Reasoning framework we all learnt during last GP lecture on answering Application Question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul's Reasoning Framework:&lt;br /&gt;1. State your stand(your beliefs)&lt;br /&gt;2.State the assumptions (the presuppositions)&lt;br /&gt;3.Explain the reasons(question the presuppositions, are they reasonable or logical)&lt;br /&gt;4.Evaluate the implications(discuss the possible implications/consequences of the person's presuppositions)&lt;br /&gt;5. Give the evidences(show that you are not 'building castles in the air')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people tend to make sweeping statement about God, themselves, others, societies etc without knowing the implications of their claims and attitudes. For example, people like to say there are no absolutes in this world, everything is relative, something is right if its right for you, no good nor evil, no right nor wrong etc. They assume that no moral judgements can be made on anyone for anything. But what are the implications? They will lose the authority to condemn any form of crimes and sins! They cannot say Hitler was wrong to kill 10 million people, they cannot call the police when someone broke into their houses and murdered their parents, they cannot rebuke a person that trips an old lady and caused her to fall down the stairs. They CANNOT be justified to punish the person in wrong. Why? Because there are no absolutes in the world! The bad guys are doing what they think is right! You might argue that if that really happens, the victims can fight back also, since fighting back is right in the victims' eyes. But that would cast this whole world into chaos, whereby there is no laws and morality, the fittest survive, and the weak have to be the food for the strong. And what about orphans? What about helpless widows? Are you saying that these people, because they are powerless, cannot do anything to stop all the evils done to them because there is no absolute right or wrong? THAT is the implications. So as long as we Christians can show them the implications of the non-Christian's questions/accusations/attitude/presuppositions, it is really not hard to answer their questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when people ask us Christians to produce evidences for our claims, we panic. Especially when it comes to the classical Existence-Of-God question, we realise that we actually cannot prove God's existence using physical evidences. One of the things i learnt in this talk(i hope im not mistaken) is that EVERYONE knows that God exists. Wow, are you sure? There are many people that says that God doesnt exists you know, mr weiwu? Yes i am sure. Because the Bible says that:&lt;br /&gt;"The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the godlessness and wickedness of men who &lt;strong&gt;suppress&lt;/strong&gt; the truth by their wickedness, since &lt;strong&gt;what may be known about God is plain to them, because God has made it plain to them&lt;/strong&gt;. For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made(note: the created world), so that men are without excuse.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;For although they knew God, they neither glorified him as God nor gave thanks to him&lt;/strong&gt;, but their thinking became futile and their foolish hearts were darkened. Although they claimed to be wise, they became fools and exchanged the glory of the immortal God for images made to look like mortal man and birds and animals and reptiles. "(Romans 1:18~23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 1, everyone knows that God exists. 2, Not everyone wants to acknowledge this fact, because to acknowledge that God exists would mean that they have to face Him one day, which none of them dared because their sinful lives. 3, even if they knew that God exists, they dont want to worship Him not give thanks to Him, simply because of human pride. 4, they know that God is above all and far surpasses any man-made idols and statues, YET they want to limit God into such things so that He will not be so All-Powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here's my presupposition: The Bible is God's Word. Thats why i can(and dare) say so many things about other people's beliefs and faiths, because this is just what God says about them.  I also presuppose that everything in this Earth was created by God, so He will naturally know everything about everything, which includes whether a person knows the existence of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Implication: Because the Bible is God's Word, all humans must treat it with respect and do accordingly what it commands us to do. Implication of implication: Because the Bible did not teach us to commit crimes and sins and treat God with contempt and hate others and live our lives haphazardly, but teaches us to love one another, love God, take good care of this Earth that He created, bear no grudges nor hatred towards one another, live a pure and upright life, the whole world will live in harmony and peace as long as we humans obey what the Bible teaches. Regardless of whether that sounds overly-idealistic, that is the direct implications of my presuppositions and beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold! This post is coming to an end. =P Another point to note is that throughout the session, Dr Samuel Ling keeps stressing that Christians ought to communicate with and answer the questions asked by non-Christians in a loving way. That is, do not go over to the other extreme to criticise/insult other people's religion, do not act in a proud manner, do not resort to any forms of aggressions. As Christians we have to reply in a caring and gentle and respectful manner, definitely not a 'i-am-always-right-and-you-are-always-wrong-you-hell-goers' kind of attitude(pardon my use of words, but sometimes Christians do sound that way isnt it?) Christians are supposed to speak the truth, not spit while speaking the truth =) So if any of you felt offended with what i said, i'm sorry for not considering your feelings when i state my stand. Finally, i want to say that 'People dont care how much you know, until they know how much you care'---All talking and no actions are meaningless and have no impacts on other people's lives, so i shall start caring about people around me from today onwards! hahaha =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-112807504713488818?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/112807504713488818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=112807504713488818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/112807504713488818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/112807504713488818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/09/touch-up-part-1-apologetics.html' title='Touch up (Part 1)--Apologetics'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-112380723382532088</id><published>2005-08-12T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T20:20:23.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost my 4 Wisdom Teeth</title><content type='html'>As the title suggests, i lost my wisdom teeth. 4 of them. 2 on each side. And it's really super IRRITATING!!! Grrrrr.... *growls on and on until the author decided to put a stop to all these nonsense* Ok, to save time, i will follow the standard procedure and tell you all what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mok Wei Wu, 17, Jobless, currently mugging at a school called NYJC, cunningly disguised as a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removal of  the irritating and going-to-infect wisdom teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18/8/05. 530pm to around 7pm(He can't really remember the actual time because he was put into a half asleep half awake mode through Sedation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medical centre in Mount Elizabeth(Which happens to be the place that he was borned into this World)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the removal of the wisdom teeth, the anasthetic(bombastic word huh? its the medicine that makes you super numb lah) effects lingered on and the author has to take a taxi with his parents helping this staggering big guy home. His lips and gums and tongue were all super numb and he felt as if he had a pig lips. To quote from him, "Its like my lower face swollen by 2x like that lor... and hor--" Ok we shall carry on with the narrative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another tragedy is, He BIT his OWN lips!!! Simply because he doesnt know its his lips. The anasthetic effects were so strong that he cant differentiate (dy/dx) between a fish and a lips. Ewww... So he ended up with quite a big and glaring ulcer on the lower lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, the wounds were still bleeding. So everytime he go to the basin to rinse his mouth he will spit out/vomit out blood. Dark red, murky blood... It's really a good thing he doesnt live near some seashores, though, because that will really attract many many many Sharks into his house...*Plays "Jaws" Theme Song*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is not lost, though. Good thing #1: His mum fed him porrige! Haha... So sweet of his mother right? This was because he cant really open his jaws as its still super numb and it hurts kinda greatly when the food touches the wounds. Good thing #2: He got a full 1 week MC!! So as long as he wills, he can choose NOT to come to School if he doesnt feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well but as always a Hardworking, Studious, Serious, Attentive*Goes on bragging*... Guy, he decided that he will come back to school and meet his friends and classmates and teachers as soon as possible. So, Watch Out as freelance writer WeiwuLAH strikes back with more fun and action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. He cant do any vigorous exercises because of the operation. Therefore please refrain from laughing at him if you see him put on weight!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-112380723382532088?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/112380723382532088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=112380723382532088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/112380723382532088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/112380723382532088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-lost-my-4-wisdom-teeth.html' title='I lost my 4 Wisdom Teeth'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-112348020991819679</id><published>2005-08-08T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T13:50:09.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intermission---National Day Celebration</title><content type='html'>Now is approximately 1225pm. Due to the rain today, the original author of this blog cannot make it in time to post the post he promised. Therefore, a report will be slot in about the national day celebration in New York Junior College today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting transmission and intercom link with our reporter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"shhh shaaaa $@#FDF#$@#$ pok pok kak kak.... Testing, testing, do you copy? Ok good afternoon, this is the brother of Hairy Porter speaking, my name is Ree, Ree Porter. Today marks the anniversary celebration in NYJC. Last year this school held an exciting and interesting community activities OUTSIDE NYJC and i'm sure many of you drool in your dreams when you remember all those things. But, we seem to have a problem here. Wait, Wait... Are my eyes kidding mee? I mean not some noodles but kidding meeeeee? I can't bring myself to explain what i see to you, but maybe some statistics will help. [04A6--attendance: 3 04A7A-- attendance:3 04A7B--attendance: 4 04S4A--attendance: 2!!] If you can imagine, on the left hand side of the hall are the JC1s students, their numbers greatly resembled the total number of grammar mistakes made in this entire blog. But on the other hand, i mean, my right hand, JC2s were obviously outnumbered. Should a competition occur to see who can pick up the most number of litters on the floor, the JC2s will inevitably WIN the JC1s. Simply because there are far too little JC2s to really pollute the floor. However there ARE classes who are more united and demonstrated their team spirit. It is a whole series of Domino Effect(you come, i come, you pon, i pon) that compelled some rowdy JC2s to attend this celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off with, it rained this morning. Besides drenching the original author cum editor cum publisher cum promoter cum secretary cum researcher of this blog, it drenched the eagerness to celebrate this day as well. The students were driven into the main hall like pigs into their sty and made to sit according to their classes--although in reality they can't be considered as classes at all. The red T-shirts of the students looked like a Red Sea, and it was parted with a marching parade team. Consist of high ranking uniformed group leaders such as the NPCC, the NCC, the Girl Guides, the Scouts, the St. John and many many more which are unknown to me either because they are less famous or i'm not that knowledgable. They hold their flags upright(except the Girl Guides girl who preferred a 77' instead of 90') proudly and lined up in front of the stage. The commanding officer, a small built boy with a boy-boy look plays around with his boy-boy sword and gave the boy-boy command with a coarse and boy-boy sound in his boy-boyian Malay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The command was given, but nobody really understood it. Hold on, i'll go eavesdrop on what some of the students are saying... 'Eh that uniform was very nice leh! i liked it alot... but that guy arh.. haiz. Why can't the school find a more handsome and more 'Seh' guy...'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*steps away from 04A7B*  Ladies and Gentlements, as you can see, nobody understood the command and they preferred to comment on the not-up-to-standard-plus-boy-boy-looking commander. After listening to the National Anthem performance by this school's Band, the students were allowed to sit down. Followed up is Mrs Ho giving a speech, or rather, a message from some minister... I'm sorry i couldn't really catch his name, not to mention its a rather long name. If you are looking at where i'm looking you would have see right in front of me some boys--i mean girls, so sorry i didnt notice their skirts, i assumed from their hairdo--are playing with some small and hairy thing. Oh my, it's moving. It has a hamster-like eyes and a hamster-like nose and a hamster-like body Therefore, i conclude that it must be a handphone that looks like a hamster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ho: '...I unquote.' Hmm? Oh no! i missed the message! Oh well, nobody around me cared anyway. Ok they have just announced the ... Wet...Weather...Programme. I will tail the JC2s into the LT4 to see what is the school's up to.&lt;br /&gt;*10 minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pss pss... we are now in the LT4. The whole theater was pitch dark and they seem to be going to screen some movies. Ahhh its starting. Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*15 minutes later* Hello? The situation was chaotic here. The movie was about some Vietnam War thingy and all i can see in this show was American soldiers sitting in their helicopters running around, firing machine guns at forests, shooting rockets at mountains, firing cannons at thin air. Nope, no vietnamese soldiers were sighted. I repeat, no vietnamese soldiers were sighted. Therefore i do not know if the Americans managed to shoot anyone down or they are just posing for this show. Hold on, shadows were lurking around me. It's the JC2s!! they were escaping out of this LT! Excuse me, where are you going? *stops a student trying to sneak out, that student looked annoyed*'Aiya what? Eh you reporter arh(how do you know my name?)? Aiyo im going home lah! Siao 1, come here watch this stupid show, of coz pon now lah!' The situation was rather chaotic here. Critics like Mdm Fang who is sitting behind commented that once the lights are back, approximately 25% of the students will disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now is the 2nd show, the teachers realised that just now that show really cannot make it--after being waken up by the alarming amount of student refugees. They changed to this ... Sodaqqast show now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*15 minutes later* zzzZzzzzZZ ...Hmm?! Oh i'm so sorry! I accidentally dozed off! We have just passed through the credits. We were watching many people carrying sacks up a hill, no words were spoken, no subtitles, no narratives at all. Now, 2 women were carrying some baskets on their head as they deliberately walked in some slow motion action that really pissed the students off. I guess the students preferred pissing than getting pissed off by this show. Ok the teacher apologised and suggested a show called Beyond Borders. The students doesnt seem very interested until she said it was by Angelina Jolie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*40 minutes later* The show was really good and very touching. It was about a sheltered girl, brought up in the comforts in London, being exposed to the cruelty of this world by a doctor that came from Ethiopia, Africa. According to him, the state-driven charity doesn't wish to help in reliefs in Ethiopia because it was controlled by the Communist. Hence, the people there were suffering greatly under famine and wars and poverty. The girl(Angelina jolie) was deeply moved and decided to go to Ethiopia to help the people there. But many things happened along the way and she realised that it is not that simple at all. I will not go into details in this... sob sob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*movie paused and lights were turned on, triggering the loud and annoyed complaints and growls of the students*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh!? It's time for the students to go for their games!!?? Right in the middle of this show?? Even i as a professional reporter cannot stand this, what about the students?? Hmm apparently they weren't very pleased either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among every 10 students that left the LT, 4 reached the Hall. Many of them resented the 'sadistic arrangement'--as Critic Fang Yu pointed out--by the school. The students just could not stand the idea of 'cheering you up with silly games right after you are deeply saddened by a solemn show'. The hall was now rather empty after all the numerous J1s left. Wait a minute, i think i saw CK of 04A7B sneaking away... wow even HE ponned... you can imagine the rough situation here. Normally goody-goody-students like HH, FY, WW in 04A7B left as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there isn't much left to report, i shall end here and pass the time back to the studio. Ree Porter, Channel News Asia. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-112348020991819679?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/112348020991819679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=112348020991819679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/112348020991819679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/112348020991819679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/08/intermission-national-day-celebration.html' title='Intermission---National Day Celebration'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-112334502390274265</id><published>2005-08-07T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T00:17:03.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz 2!! harder , realler, funner!</title><content type='html'>I made a Quiz for you! &lt;A HREF="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz_IM.php?quizname=050806121417-857120"&gt;Take my Quiz!&lt;/A&gt; and then &lt;A HREF="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/scoreboard.php?quizname=050806121417-857120"&gt;Check out the Scoreboard!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-112334502390274265?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/112334502390274265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=112334502390274265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/112334502390274265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/112334502390274265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/08/quiz-2-harder-realler-funner.html' title='Quiz 2!! harder , realler, funner!'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-112333777746663600</id><published>2005-08-06T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T12:23:29.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Process (Of Time and History)</title><content type='html'>I've allowed myself to do nothing. The lights were off. I gave it a short break to enjoy this process with me. Have you ever tried this before? Just lying there and feel the submerging of yourself, your room, and the entire city into total darkness. The process of gradual darkening. First, the windows will turn orange, then brown, and slowly, just slow enough to escape the vigilance of a slumbering man, darkness came. Without the artificial lights, you might feel a sense of loss--as if there's something you ought to do but yet didn't. But as soon as you have overcomed this human tendency that came along after the invention of light bulbs, you will start to admire and enjoy this leisurely process of immersing into the shadows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lying on my bed. Thoughts flowed into and through my minds. Good thoughts Evil thoughts Kind thoughts Not-that-Kind thoughts Deep thoughts Shallow thoughts Useful thoughts and Not-that-Useful thoughts. I did not dwell into anyone of them, nor did i tried hard to push away anyone of them. Enjoying the process of thinking without a result or a conclusion. Pictures, flashes, moving actions, quiet whispers of words, symbols, concepts, abstract ideas come and go like the wind: You can feel them coming but you do not know where they came from nor where they are heading after passing by.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its not the conclusion that really counts, its the process that leads you towards reaching that. But people tend to value the results more, shoving the process aside after it has outlived its usefulness. I'm becoming interested with the great thinkers of the World. Not on what theories or logic or reasoning they came out with, but how they think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of Time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried sitting down(or lying down, for my case) to stare at the clock? Perhaps many of us can only notice the seconds ticking away--the minutes and hours were silent. The clock that we see---it is often a picture,not a motion. Study study study look, study study look, study look--- 3 slides of a picture of a clock. 3:15 pm, 3:45 pm, 4:06 pm. We see time as dicrete, though actually it is continuous. But only when we are still then we can see the clock moving. Principle of relativity. If you can manage to see the hour hand moving, then you have reached the stage of understanding the meaning of a flowing time---as a true eyewitness of the actual moving of time. Perhaps you will begin the process of understanding this on some dreadful day when you fail to sleep. The very process of being forced to experience the gradual slipping through of sands within the hourglass, might help you see time from a different perspective. Very often we lament over the shortness of time when we are using the computer, yet grumble over the longness of time when we are in a boring maths lecture. Sometimes we hope that the tube of the hourglass be ever narrower, yet sometimes we hope that the tube can be expanded infinitely, so that the sand can just pour down at a blink of the smallest eye. Alas! The flexibility of the concept of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of History&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reverend Stephen Tong once said,&lt;em&gt;"History is the record of Moments." &lt;/em&gt;I agree with him. But in spite of that, i prefer to see history as an ongoing process. We memorise major events upon events, wars upon wars, treaties upon treaties, but often we have conveniently forgotten the unnoticeable trail in between all these moments. Moments versus Process. Even now you all are reading(hopefully enjoying) the moment of my typing--a Post. But on the other side of the screen, across your screen, i am enjoying the process of typing. The very feeling and sensation of transferring incomprehensible thoughts into understandable words is delicate and sometimes, even exciting. Take, for example, your O levels. For me, i have practically forgotten all the formulae and theory of physics. But i could still recall the process of studying it. Tables, timetabe, TYS, pen to write and pencil to scribble down any possible solution to this question... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In minor history, the entire life of individuals are the process. Their births, their graduation, their first love, their marriage, their lament over the loss of a dear friend, their sickness, their death are the moments within the process. Countless minor history combine and knit into the history that we study today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went down to buy my dinner. "Ahh the great outdoors!" I realised that sometimes i hope that the food court can just be maybe a few kilometres away, or that i will never get there. Well, of course i will die of hunger if it really happens. But i personally liked the feeling of walking towards the source of the night breeze. Whereby their feeble and futile resistance was smashed by the sheer moving of your leg muscles and the thrusting impact of your body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day i should just sit by the side of River Seine in Paris just before dawn. Armed with a Croissant(a famous French butter-laden flaky pastry), i waited as the Soleil(Sun) slowly climb out. Behold! The golden rays that seeped through the Cathedral of Notre Dame! "Bonjour." says I, as I decapitate the Croissant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X               X                  X                 X                  X&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the next post: Process II(Of Love and Study)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weiwulah is a freelance writer. If you wish to comment, email us at ireallywanttocomment@pleaselah.com or simply click on the link below that reads "X comments"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-112333777746663600?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/112333777746663600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=112333777746663600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/112333777746663600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/112333777746663600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/08/process-of-time-and-history.html' title='Process (Of Time and History)'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-112333158147370211</id><published>2005-08-06T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T20:33:01.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDEFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Believer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourreligiousphilosophyquiz/believer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe in God and the faith that saved you.&lt;br /&gt;You are WeiWu =)&lt;br /&gt;Your convictions are strong and unwavering.&lt;br /&gt;You believe your religion is the one true way, for everyone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourreligiousphilosophyquiz/"&gt;What's Your Religious Philosophy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-112333158147370211?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/112333158147370211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=112333158147370211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/112333158147370211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/112333158147370211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/08/another-quiz.html' title='Another quiz'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-112272208368462259</id><published>2005-07-30T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T19:55:55.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a dream</title><content type='html'>I had a dream. Just now. But i'm not trying to be Martin Luther King Jr ok haha. I really had a dream. I dreamt that i was taking my A levels General Paper 1--at home. (Which obviously mean that this is a dream). Haha so i was doing a question about the responsibility we had to to take about harming the animals. I can't remember the exact details of course, as in the case of many other dreams(strangely, almost all nightmares could be recalled rather vividly--which is not a very good thing though)anyway, i managed to finished the essay. I was happily checking through the paper AND! to my utmost horror *plays "Psycho" music* i didn't mentioned anything about pollution! Not at all! i was babbling on and on about the harms we caused to them, how they suffered, etc etc, BUT NOT POLLUTION(If i'm not mistaken, you SHOULD mention about pollution in this kind of essays ;) ). So i tried to rewrite my intro to include at least some words about pollution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end i decided to blanko my whole intro with my correction tape. But when i was trying my best to concentrate, my father was listening to some kind of wierd music('Dream' Music) at a very loud volume! So i shouted to him "Can you turn the volume down??? I'm having my exam!" Then he answered back in a heck care tone,"Aiya don't bluff lah, weren't you playing the computer games just now?"(I think its the O levels experiences coming back to haunt me lah thats why) Then i shouted back in agony "I DIDNT! DONT MALIGN ME! YOU CANNOT DO THIS! GOD WILL PUNISH YOU DE!(I was speaking in chinese you see, but i translated it for the sake of the english speaking masses (: )" My father, sounding very irritated, answered me,"Aiya God will only bless me more de lah, ok i go out le, DON'T you switch off the music ah!" And he left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Plays tragedy music* so, i turned back to my papers to finish my correction. But! Again to my horror\disgust\abhorrence\fright, the correction tape was in a mess! All the tapes flew out and my whole bed(another super illogical thing:I was doing my A levels GP essay on my bed?) is covered with white correction tape! Even the tape that i 'applied'(can't think of better words) came out! I was trying to squeez the tapes back to the tiny egg-shaped &lt;|&gt; correction tape thing(Pay attention when i use it haha. those people that often studies with me will notice the egg shaped oranged correction tape that i often use =P) but to no avail. I lie flat on the tapes and i cried out,"My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?! IS THIS MY END??!!"---I was devasted... and then i woke up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha sorry for the anti-climax but well, can't control how my dream goes anyway. But i realised that it's such a scary/frightening/terrifying/fear-provoking/petrifying/blood-curdling/hair-raising/macabre (Don't bother to check the dictionary, they all mean the same thing hehe) thing to wake up one day and found out that God has forsaken you. Everything just goes wrong and your life went into a complete mess. One of the friends of my friend (Aiya, ShaO's friend Aaron lah)wasn't convinced that there is a God. Or rather, 'he can't bring himself into believing that a God, or a supreme being, exists.' Then i realised that, actually, you can't really prove that God exists. Which is what a 'philosophy' called &lt;strong&gt;Logical-Positivism &lt;/strong&gt;claims-- that anything which cannot be proven in the laboratory, does not exist or cannot be verified or to put it in their words, 'meaningless'(Whether or not this is true will be discussed later on. ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says that God is Spirit(John 4:24)--Which transcends all physical beings--not belonging in the physical/tangible world but yet is immanent--God is still involved in our world and is relevant today. God cannot be seen (at least not after we humans became corrupted with our sins), nor be touched, nor be smelled and so on and so forth. Although i myself have not yet experienced this but I have read of people hearing a "small, still voice speaking to them" and in the Old Testament times (Before 0~40 AD that is) God's presence is more 'obvious'--if that be a appropriate word to use--He splits the Red Sea(Exodus 14: 15~30), He guides the Israelites out of Egypt by a pillar of cloud by day and a pillar of fire by night (Exodus 13:21~22)etc. But nowadays, people tend to believe that maybe there isn't a God. Some skeptics think that when the primitive people could not explain natural phenomenons eg. Volcano eruptions, rain, earthquakes, nature, they say its God/Gods or rather the works of Him/Them. The skeptics go on and conclude that since we are living in a 'Scientific' Age, we should abandon all these 'superstitions' and 'progress' in the realm of science. (I put '' because i don't agree with them =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i get really tired of all these arguments. To them, this issue might be something worth debating and debating over the centuries. To me, i think they are all very silly. I mean, can you prove Singapore's independence in the laboratory? Of course not! But is that true? Yes it is. It is used as a truth and fact, not requiring any testing or proving for it. Can you detact morality? Can a high-tech machine detect 'pulses' of morality radiating from people of high morals like Confucius etc? No. But yet they exist. Therefore, &lt;strong&gt;failure to prove its existence does not guarantee its absence&lt;/strong&gt;. We cannot say that 'God is here.' or 'God is behind the moon.' or 'God is above the clouds' because He is not a physical object eg a mountain, a rock, a person etc. I think what the Bible says is true, that God cannot be comprehended by mere humans. We are like the frog inside the well as the Chinese proverb 井底之蛙 says, unable to understand the world outside that little 'porthole' of his. However, one thing i can be sure: God speaks to me and works in me and i can speak to Him and He hears my prayers and guides me on the path He destined. For example, do you have to prove the existence of your friend before you speak with him/her? Who knows, he/she might be an illusion of yours, a mere imagination. Of course NOT! thats simply ridiculous. (Imagine taking your 'friend' to some secret lab and test his existence through chemicals and sophisticated machinese before you speak with him, eww...) Therefore, &lt;strong&gt;the very truth of being able to relate to someone or rather, some being, be it God or human or animals, eliminates the necessity of proving its existence.&lt;/strong&gt; To put it simply, if you have a relationship with something or someone, he/she/it exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm sure there will be some questions swelling out from you now. Some possible questions: 1,How can you be sure if it is a real relationship or just a self-perceived relationship?(which goes back to the illusion-or-truth issue) 2,If 'talking' to God/Gods shows that He/She/Them exists/exist, any religion can claim that their God/Gods exists/exist! The Christians can say their God is true, the Buddhists can say their God is true(actually strictly speaking Buddhism is an Atheist religion-- that is, they don't believe in any gods. The highest being is the Buddha, who achieved Nirvana in his/her lifetime. And everyone can achieve that, through good works/meditation/enlightenment etc, thus coming out of the Wheel Of Reincarnation 六道轮回 and the universal truth of Cause and Effect 因果报应. But thats besides the point, because the majority Buddhists still believes in the more conventional, folk understanding of Buddism--going to temples for blessings and chasms 平安符, 超度--paying monks to help their deceased relatives/friends to enter into the West Heavens 西天 or 天道in the 六道轮回, eating vegetarian food to accumulate credits 吃斋积德----the so called 拜拜 people), the Muslims can also say that their Allah is God. Many differing and sometimes mutually exclusive(If it is this then cannot be that) versions will start to pop out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. All these i will try to tackle next time...haha i hope i wouldn't sound like some people who throw you hard questions without explaining them, forcing you to think without expecting an answer =P. Well but i hope this post can help you think abit deeper into the issue of God and make a decision in your life on how are you going to respond to Him (I hope its helpful to you ShaO). Another thing that i can be sure: &lt;strong&gt;Morality without God is meaningless&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not going to explain that, that shall be something for you to chew on until my next post. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm not a very ego person by the way. In case you misunderstand. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-112272208368462259?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/112272208368462259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=112272208368462259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/112272208368462259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/112272208368462259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-had-dream.html' title='I had a dream'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-112143408792318321</id><published>2005-07-15T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T21:28:07.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Courage</title><content type='html'>Ok, back to blogging. All the studies, Judo tournament took away most of my time that could be otherwise spent on sleeping--uh oh--i mean, blogging. Hmm firstly to answer different groups of people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Anonymous: I can only guess you are a Chinese classmate/schoolmate of me but yah i think its wise of u to comment as anonymous. Because if i really want to practise what i preach, i cannot purposely do it before a certain group of person or a particular person. My actions should be consistent throughout. Not knowing who is watching me will allow me to be more careful with my conduct and what i say. So yup, although it would be a long way ahead, but i will try my best to voice my thoughts and try to make a difference to the people around me =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jiajun and Leyi: Thanks for the encouragement =) Not only do i need encouragement, but i needed prayers of you Saints as well haha. Lord Jesus called us to be the Light and Salt in this world and hmm now i must try to become more 'salty' liao =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drenched in the rain today at 5+ !! Both parties are urgent. The clouds in the sky are urgent to get rid of all their excessive water and the guy on Earth is urgent to get back home as dry as possible. Why did i get drenched? Haiz it goes back to the very beginning of today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at the usual time (Just nice to avoid being late and yet be as slack as possible haha)After that is all the usual stuffs, brushing teeth, giving the toilet bowl a chance to flush, breakfast, wearing uniform and all the routine stuffs. I managed to catch the timely train too, hence confirming a not-late for school. Ever since the incident on wednesday where i was late and had to be detained until 5pm, i'm very careful now not to be late. Oh speaking of being late, now NYJC got this very scary rule that says that if you are late more than 3 times, you can bid farewell to your prelims. Polite students will keep quiet after knowing this and pray hard that they don't get late. Rude students will explode into 'A series of unfortunate events'--by that i mean complaints and also, quite trademark-ly, vulgarities. Haiz but today is a day where i really felt so STUPID. I know we are all created by God and nobody is "Stupid/worthless" in His sight, but until now, i can't think of any other words to describe my actions. I met MinZhi and, after reaching a conclusion that we are both lethargic, we decided to take a bus. Hench/Thus/Consequently/Therefore started my misery. We waited and waited and finally the big fat red SBS bus crawled out of the road junction and moved towards us. I must say i wasnt really worried on board though, "Everything would be just in time." I thought. And sure it was, it is only a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus was late. Well of course the driver wouldn't feel remorseful at all, anyway seeing late students is also part of his routine job. But from the viewpoint of us students, it is simply catastrophic. I ran and ran, along with MinZhi and Student A and Student B, and the gate closed at about 13 steps in front of us. After singing the National Anthem (which i only understood what is 'Majulah Singapura'), we started moving cautiously towards the gate, hoping that the worker can kindly open the gate for us. But he turned away and left, to the horror of us. Mr Harnis is talking to a bunch of students that managed to get pass the gate but not the gate of Harnis the Discipline Master (TM). The most 'witty' move to take now is to sneak away before Harnis sees you, take a long route to the front gate, wasting time meanwhile, and then stealthily walk into the school. Which is what a friend of mine did--but i didnt. Somehow i always felt that since we are late, its only our responsibility to go in boldly and accept whatever punishment dealt on us--simply because we are the ones in wrong. So i stepped in, stood there among the many and handed over my EZ link card. To add on to the already quite jialat misery, my lessons end at 1110 am today and if i was not late, i could have gone home much much earlier. Well i was quite relieved when Mr Harnis said that we can get back our EZ link cards from 3pm onwards though. &lt;em&gt;Isn't it supposed to be 5?&lt;/em&gt; Yah i was surprised too, maybe its because we are not THAT late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lessons, i studied in the library. Finally its 3pm and i 'hopped' happily to the library to collect my EZ link card. But when i get to the General Office, there i see a big sign there. "Students who are late, collect your EZ link cards at 5 pm". I felt betrayed! I mean im not betrayed that i have to stay until 5 pm, but i was angry that he cheated us! It's really okay to say that we have to stay until 5, but assuring of us that we can go home earlier and shattering it is another matter. What's worse than destroying one's hope? Giving him hope and then destroy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards i saw my LEP Project Groupmate Coral, and she 'hahahed' at me for being late, and she asked me why didnt i just don't come. I was dumbstruck. I mean, i'm not a dumb person of course, but i'm dumbstricken. If you are a loyal reader of my blog you would have guessed that it sets me thinking again. Here i am, having to stay to 5 pm, and what about my friend that sneaked away? i didnt see him staying back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Law exists only to punish those who are honest" is one of the conclusion i reached today. Quite a sad fact, yes, but somehow true to a certain extent until someone managed to prove it wrong. Contrast this 2 person: a person who was late and suffered the punishment VS a person who was also late but somehow was 'smart' enough to escape punishment. In the end the Law only managed to punish the one that owned up and can't deal with the one that escaped. Consider another example: Those people who earned money through dishonest means and managed to escape scot-free through Legal loopholes VS those that earned through honest means but in the end, cannot compete with the dishonest businessmen and in the end, went bankrupt. Although it sounds very hypothetical, but look around you and observe with a keener sight and you will notice this distorted society and its flawed legal system. People who owned up and admit their mistakes are seen as 'stupid', 'dumb' ,'naive' etc whereas those that are dishonest are seen as 'smart','cunning','normal' etc. Has our society reached the stage where slyness is exalted above righteousness? If your friend cheatded in exams, would you report him? If you do because you think it's wrong, nobody will probably say that you are 'morally upright'. Instead, they will say hurtful words like 'betrayer','School's Lackey','back-stabber'. In the TV serial 'YouFu'(Not Yong Tau Fu hor... its a name of a person), the male protagonist was seen as dumb instead of honest, naive instead of kind. Where is our original purity?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd issue i pondered is 'What is true courage?' Is it the person who boldly owned up or the person who dared to escape punishment and challenge authority? Both of them can be seen from 2 very radically different point of views. The 1st one maybe seen as courageous enough to admit mistakes, but can also be seen as not brave enough to go against the norms and authority. The 2nd one maybe seen as courageous enough to challenge discipline and rules, but can also be seen as cowards that don't dare to face punishments. Once i heard a friend saying that those people who committed suicide are brave. I asked him that isn't that person cowardly because he can't face the realities in life? He answered back at me "你敢吗?" which means "You dare or not?" in Chinese. Take another example, a classic one: Romeo and Juliet's suicide. Are they courageous because they are willing to sacrifice their lives for true love? Or are they cowards because they didn't elope or at least kill some bad adults before they die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people liked to wear the shirts with a big "No Fear" written across the chest. I wondered: Is courage the state of no fear? I personally don't think so. Because that would mean that lunatics are more courageus than people like Lim Bo Seng and Washington, which doesnt sound very right haha. I would rather, define true courage as "the ability to overcome fears". Fears of getting punished, fears of dying, fears of losing a friend, fears of getting beaten up by gangsters for telling them not to smoke in Air Conditioned rooms, fears of being jeered by people for asking questions. If a person can overcome all these and continues doing what he sees as right and meaningful, that person is truly courageous indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courage is also not = impulsive. If a person steps on you, and you took out your .45 Calibre Pistol and finish him off, you are not being courageous. You are probably just impulsive or did it out of fun. Why? Because you are holding a gun and that person isnt. Killing/bullying a weaker party is definitely not courageous. Which applies also to acts of killing captives and prisoners during Wars. The Japanese armies see themselves as 'courageous' by killing thousands of villagers and innocent victims, BUT THEY ARE WRONG. True courage is when you are fully aware of what you are doing, and yet not manipulated by opinions around you because you know that you are doing the right thing. Why did i say 'not manipulated by opinions around you'? because there ae times where you did something right not because you know its right but because the people around you forces you directly or indirectly. Therefore in order to be courageous you have to act and think and overcome fears AS AN INDIVIDUAL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I know what i'm doing. I know its dangerous. I know people are not going to support me. I'm fully aware of the dangers---but i HAVE TO DO IT--- because the person needs my help or that this thing is what i ought to do as a morally upright person."&lt;/strong&gt; This is true courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the Law issue. Any humanly invented laws executed by humans will bound to be flawed, one way or another. Then how? Let the evil people live happily ever after? No. The only 2 things that can prevent being contaminated by human corruptness is Man's Conscience and God's Judgement. Conscience--良心 in English, is what God puts into every human being to guide their lives and when they committ wrongdoings, responsible to rebuke them 良心的谴责. God's Jugement--神的审判 is the ultimate end to all the injustices in this world as well as the Eternal Comfort to those who are righteous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do God judges rightly? 1, Because He knows everything-- don't think that just because you concealed your sins, He wouldn't know. 2, Because God cannot be bribed--What can we give to God who created everything? Money and Fame and Power are nothing to Him. 3, Because He deals out punishment as each one deserves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore my friends, do not be discouraged when you are doing the right thing when others are not. Do not be disheartened when your righteousness are not respected and the evil people are seen as 'wise'instead. Courage is a continuous term and have to be maintained till the very end. For Christians: God will come again and save you, trust in Him =). For Non-Christians: What i said applied to you as well, any religion that doesnt emphasise on justice and righteousness is meaningless and therefore, not worthy of your loyalty. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-112143408792318321?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/112143408792318321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=112143408792318321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/112143408792318321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/112143408792318321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/07/true-courage.html' title='True Courage'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-112109222253077357</id><published>2005-07-11T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T22:56:43.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz_IM.php?quizname=050711105719-199105"&gt;Take my Quiz!&lt;/A&gt; and then &lt;A HREF="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/scoreboard.php?quizname=050711105719-199105"&gt;Check out the Scoreboard!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-112109222253077357?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/112109222253077357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=112109222253077357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/112109222253077357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/112109222253077357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-quiz.html' title='My Quiz'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-111807064742620641</id><published>2005-06-06T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T23:10:47.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHYS</title><content type='html'>The world we are living in focused too much on asking 'HOW' instead of asking 'WHY'. Science merely explain the things in this physical world that we are living in. They can explain how the water cycle goes about and how the movement of gigantic plates results in earthquake but they cannot explain why must it happen this way and not the other way round. Yet we treat all these things as The Truth and sometimes dismiss other things that science cannot explain as 'superstitious' and 'unscientic'. This kind of attitude even influenced how we treat daily and common things. We are constantly pushed around by global trends and secular/popular cultures and slowly we are being assimilated into this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel that way too. Thats why i wanted to use this entry to 'Shout' to this world and ask the 'WHY' questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY MUST THERE BE SO MUCH EXAMS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our JC syllabus is actually 3 years work compressed into 2 years. First year, there is PW that eats heavily into our time and holidays. 2nd year, there is CCA that takes away our time and energy to spend it on studies and other important things like friendship and family. Too many exams are also preventing us from loving the subjects sometimes. For example, a person who is struggling with his economics exams will not find learning economics an enjoyable thing to do compared to a person who doesnt take economics but came to crash econs lecture because he/she likes econs. I like languages and i find learning languages like French, Spanish, Japanese, Thai,Russian an enjoyable thing to do. But sometimes when people know about it, their first question is often 'whats the use?' Why must people grow to become so pragmatic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY ARE PORNOGRAPHY AND PRE-MARITAL SEX BECOMING MORE AND MORE RAMPANT AND ACCEPTABLE NOWADAYS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with i am not saying that Sex is a shameful thing to discuss about or that talking about Sex in public shows that you are dirty-minded etc. In fact i think people are having a wrong impression that associates Sex with uncleanness and impurity. I believed that God created us to be pure, including our sexual and pro-creation functions. Sex education is a good thing because ignorance might result in more severe situation. However, they failed miserably in inculcating the moral aspects of Sex. Sex is sacred and it should only be enjoyed within marriage ONLY. Because with such physical intimacy one needs to responsible for his/her actions. But as people are becoming more and more self centred and hedonistic(seeking of pleasures only), they are more than willing to kick away these responsibilities. In their twisted mind, Pleasure &gt; Moral values. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pornography is wrong because it encourage the enjoyment of Sex without responsibility and morality. It serves no purpose of "sex education" but instead degrades the opposite gender! It depicts the opposite gender as mere sex machines that have no feelings nor dignity and creates an immoral and filthy world of homosexuality and disgusting incest and orgies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i said earlier, Sex should be contained within marriage ONLY and therefore pre-marital sex is wrong also. Sadly, more and more people are influenced by the mass media and TV serials that encourages people to have sex before they married because they 'loved' each other. However, Love is patient. If you cannot even control yourself and keep your bodies pure and clean until you are married, how can you be sure that after the marriage, you will enjoy physical intimacy with your spouse only? Everytime i watch those serials that encourage youths to indulge in this sort of things my heart wretched in sorrow. I tell you the truth, the more they boast about love, the more they exposed their own ignorance and stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, actually i have 1001 more questions to ask but i have to rest now. Sprained my neck because of Judo competition hahaz. Hope that all these questions and thoughts will let my beloved readers grow in wisdom and understanding and stop being naive. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111807064742620641?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111807064742620641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111807064742620641' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111807064742620641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111807064742620641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/06/whys.html' title='WHYS'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-111548067011566069</id><published>2005-05-07T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T23:44:30.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in controversies</title><content type='html'>I think we are living in a world where pple think or say things that either they do not fully understand or are being too subjective about. Many things they say or do are illogical and irrational at the same time. Although being a Logical Thinker ( thats the name given to my personality type by the DISC personality test that the JC1s took not long ago)i wanted to challenge their thoughts and point out what's wrong/doesnt make sense/subjective/self centred about the things they say, sometimes i just took too long to organise my arguments that the issue just fades away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i think im becoming more and more abstract and vague.We shall discuss this issue through some real life examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about the word 无药可救. Last thursday after i went to the CMPB for the Intelligent/personality test(for the National Service de), i rushed back from Bukit Merah just so that i can make it on time for my General Paper Lecture. Not that im SO hardworking and good-boyic,but because the topic that day, Religion, interests me alot. As i walked past the Grand Stand, i saw the Vegetables.(suddenly 很怀念,like so long never blog/write/mention about them le =D )Then Amanda asked me where i went and all the usual stuffs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why u come back to school?" "oh i got GP, LEP and judo mah" "you can come back later what" "Got GP mah" "You rush back earlier just to go GP??!" (apparently i'm perspiring all over again you see)"Yah..." i bluntly replied."唉，你真的是无药可救!" 她摇着头叹了一口气说道.By the way, Wu2 Yao4 Ke3 Jiu4 means hopeless beyond cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really set me thinking. My first thoughts are '到底是谁无药可救啊'.But then again, those who likes to study and learn more things will say that those who plays all day long and not serious about their studies are 无药可救; and those that watches TV, go K-Box, Shopping, lazing around will say that those that always study are nerds and they have no 'life' therefore = 无药可救. Both sides will point fingers to each other and use the term '无药可救' as an attack to the other side who is not the same as them. Here, they are assuming or implying that they themselves are perfect and right hence they are '有药可救' and if you cannot agree with them or you try to be different, you are 无药可救. But how would they know? If that is the case, then the word 无药可救 have no absolute meaning in it. It means that a person is hopeless beyond cure--- but who is that person? Could it be that the 'person' is not the person you are pointing towards but YOU yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The root of this problem is mankind's self righteousness-- the mentality that you are wrong and i am right, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example, during maths lecture. Our lecturer, Mr whats-his-name, made some mistakes in his lectures which caused all the answers wrong. Eg he typed 150 as 15 so on and so forth. Some of the students behind started to make noise and say things like "Wah lao~" "他很烂 lor!" " 笨 leh!" "没有脑的". Well, that set me thinking also. I shall use 1 story which i thought of to make you think further about this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this son who are so dumb and retarded and lazy that he can't even feed himself. As a result, his mother has to feed him 3/7 (3 meals a day, 7 days a week). One day, his mother accidentally toppled some rice on the son's body and dirtied a tip of his clothes. Immediately the son flared up and scolded her,"Wah lao~! You got brain or not?! How you feed me de?? Dunno how you be mother de leh! Useless!" The mother did not say anything. She cleans away the rice that fell on his son's clothes and continued feeding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, What a conincidence, Mother's Day is coming =). It's not only a day to express our love and appreciation towards our sacrificing mother, but also a time to remind you that there are people who put in effort for YOUR SAKE. And yet, we flare up when the lecturer makes mistakes because we have to do corrections--wait a minute, doing corrections means that you copied the error/mistake down without thinking! Who's dumber then? Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a time we say/do things out of our own self righteousness and our narrow mindedness. However, the sad thing is that people tend to listen to these negative comments and gossips about others without considering that they themselves are as imperfect as the person they are criticising. On one hand i felt a strong urge to point out their wrongs, yet on the other hand, i sometimes feel that i'm not fit to criticise too and i don't feel like hurting them. We are living in an age of Controversies....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111548067011566069?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111548067011566069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111548067011566069' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111548067011566069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111548067011566069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/living-in-controversies.html' title='Living in controversies'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-111521931120152000</id><published>2005-05-04T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T23:08:31.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/G485add1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/G485add1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME TO PARIS~~ THIS IS THE EIFFEL TOWER~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521931120152000?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521931120152000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521931120152000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521931120152000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521931120152000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/welcome-to-paris-this-is-eiffel-tower.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521916469072411</id><published>2005-05-04T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T23:06:04.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/E91ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/E91ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palace Of Versailles and me posing infront of the statue of King Louis XIV, the one who ordered the construction of this Palace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521916469072411?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521916469072411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521916469072411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521916469072411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521916469072411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/palace-of-versailles-and-me-posing.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521910415736818</id><published>2005-05-04T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T23:05:04.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/E93ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/E93ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Louis XIV ( side view) ... the one posing infront is Xue Ying from A6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521910415736818?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521910415736818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521910415736818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521910415736818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521910415736818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/king-louis-xiv-side-view.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521904519972723</id><published>2005-05-04T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T23:04:05.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/E97ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/E97ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big square in front of the entrance of the Palace of Versailles ... where people sell their stuffs here too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521904519972723?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521904519972723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521904519972723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521904519972723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521904519972723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/big-square-in-front-of-entrance-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521897728696205</id><published>2005-05-04T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T23:02:57.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/E165ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/E165ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hall Of Mirror &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521897728696205?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521897728696205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521897728696205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521897728696205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521897728696205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/hall-of-mirror.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521887108153136</id><published>2005-05-04T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T23:01:11.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/E191ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/E191ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their Boulevard... very nicely and neatly trimmed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521887108153136?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521887108153136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521887108153136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521887108153136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521887108153136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/their-boulevard.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521880765461232</id><published>2005-05-04T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T23:00:07.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/E313add.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/E313add.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Sunset at the Versailles Palace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521880765461232?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521880765461232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521880765461232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521880765461232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521880765461232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/beautiful-sunset-at-versailles-palace.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521877019877588</id><published>2005-05-04T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:59:30.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/E342ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/E342ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me beside a Horse Carriage (its a real one hor... dun think is plastic... plastic where got smelly dung de =P )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521877019877588?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521877019877588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521877019877588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521877019877588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521877019877588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/me-beside-horse-carriage-its-real-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521867888504956</id><published>2005-05-04T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:57:58.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/E359ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/E359ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palace Of Versailles &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521867888504956?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521867888504956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521867888504956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521867888504956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521867888504956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/palace-of-versailles.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521858198194731</id><published>2005-05-04T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:56:22.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/E385ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/E385ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out from the Versailles Palace ( look at how vast and how long the Boulevard stretches!!! *gulp*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521858198194731?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521858198194731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521858198194731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521858198194731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521858198194731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/looking-out-from-versailles-palace.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521847134017213</id><published>2005-05-04T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:54:31.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/G131ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/G131ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thats the foundation of the pyramid that you will see later!!! Brilliant right? so big can converge into so small...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521847134017213?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521847134017213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521847134017213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521847134017213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521847134017213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/anyway-thats-foundation-of-pyramid.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-111521836332091205</id><published>2005-05-04T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:52:43.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/G161add.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/G161add.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no particular meaning but the 1 infront of the many cameras is our tour guide... Mr Patrick i think =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521836332091205?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521836332091205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521836332091205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521836332091205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521836332091205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-particular-meaning-but-1-infront-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521829829202369</id><published>2005-05-04T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:51:38.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/G181a1d.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/G181a1d.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mona Lisa~~ the black black things below are the hairs of the pple... so u can see there is really ALOT of pple infront of the painting... haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521829829202369?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521829829202369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521829829202369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521829829202369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521829829202369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/mona-lisa-black-black-things-below-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521809011151682</id><published>2005-05-04T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:48:10.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/G233d.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/G233d.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;????? i dunno the english name for this but yah its a very famous sculpture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521809011151682?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521809011151682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521809011151682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521809011151682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521809011151682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-dunno-english-name-for-this-but-yah.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521781071916800</id><published>2005-05-04T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:43:30.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/G348d.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/G348d.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious Arc outside the Louvre whose purpose and meanings are not yet revealed to me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521781071916800?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521781071916800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521781071916800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521781071916800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521781071916800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/mysterious-arc-outside-louvre-whose.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521767685091942</id><published>2005-05-04T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:41:16.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/G331.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/G331.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another view of the Louvre Museum &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521767685091942?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521767685091942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521767685091942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521767685091942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521767685091942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/another-view-of-louvre-museum.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521758666126831</id><published>2005-05-04T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:39:46.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/G337d.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/G337d.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! our CT Mr Tan Chee Peng with the A6's Kenneths and me~ behind us is the Louvre Museum and the pyramid is said to built from glasses and it has no foundation! the cross section is like a diamond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521758666126831?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521758666126831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521758666126831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521758666126831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521758666126831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/ha-our-ct-mr-tan-chee-peng-with-a6s.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521745173944243</id><published>2005-05-04T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:37:31.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/G361ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/G361ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arc De Triomphe with me posing, which logically implies that the 1 who took the picture is not me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521745173944243?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521745173944243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521745173944243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521745173944243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521745173944243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/arc-de-triomphe-with-me-posing-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521736897889851</id><published>2005-05-04T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:36:09.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/G461d.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/G461d.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well trimmed Boulevard and its beautifully clear sky... oh btw my favourite colour is Sky Blue, what about yours? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521736897889851?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521736897889851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521736897889851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521736897889851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521736897889851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/well-trimmed-boulevard-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521728603937669</id><published>2005-05-04T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:34:46.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/G471ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/G471ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the fence behind us, thats why i said taking photos are quite tedious =) the sceneries are V nice~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521728603937669?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521728603937669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521728603937669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521728603937669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521728603937669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/notice-fence-behind-us-thats-why-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521720524748530</id><published>2005-05-04T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:33:25.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/G483ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/G483ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excellent angle, taken at the exactly correct moment... its taken by none other ME~~ yay... haha... is it my illusion or something? the Eiffel Tower looked abit tilted to the left... Nice angle the general is pointing to right~? =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521720524748530?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521720524748530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521720524748530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521720524748530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521720524748530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/excellent-angle-taken-at-exactly.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521705614979125</id><published>2005-05-04T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:30:56.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/G511d.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/G511d.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot the name le. hahaha thats the bad thing of uploading after so long... yah paiseh la~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521705614979125?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521705614979125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521705614979125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521705614979125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521705614979125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/forgot-name-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521698661534582</id><published>2005-05-04T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T22:40:40.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/I45ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/I45ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought this is the Notre Dame but actually it isnt... i cant remember which Cathedral is this le... Oh but anyway its still very nice lah hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521698661534582?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521698661534582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521698661534582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521698661534582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521698661534582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/we-thought-this-is-notre-dame-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521680797011487</id><published>2005-05-04T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T22:40:06.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/I113ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/I113ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Notre Dame... the place where they filmed the Hunchback catoon ( i cant remember the title... anyone can tell me thanks?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521680797011487?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521680797011487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521680797011487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521680797011487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521680797011487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/thats-notre-dame.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-111521671013831011</id><published>2005-05-04T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:25:10.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/J15d.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/J15d.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I juz realised that the order changes when i upload. so yup we are at the Airport where we were trapped in it for 4 hours. A6 troops and thats Teo Si Min from i think A1A... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521671013831011?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521671013831011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521671013831011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521671013831011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521671013831011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-juz-realised-that-order-changes-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521656773965630</id><published>2005-05-04T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:22:47.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/E57ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/E57ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As u can see, the streets in Paris are quite crowded too~ btw, im on the coach so dun be worried that i might get knocked down by the cars =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521656773965630?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521656773965630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521656773965630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521656773965630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521656773965630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/as-u-can-see-streets-in-paris-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521643274867345</id><published>2005-05-04T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:20:32.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/E41d.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/E41d.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got off the cross country train ( i forgot the official name le ) the 1 trying to grab her luggage is Ms Cindy Loh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521643274867345?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521643274867345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521643274867345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521643274867345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521643274867345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/we-got-off-cross-country-train-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111521627906172676</id><published>2005-05-04T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:17:59.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/E21ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/E21ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A6 Clan and Me strikes back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111521627906172676?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111521627906172676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111521627906172676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521627906172676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111521627906172676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/05/a6-clan-and-me-strikes-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111242476434999793</id><published>2005-04-02T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T14:52:44.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally an entry not out to entertain...</title><content type='html'>Finally i apologised to her (sub A for her). i always felt bad towards A because of various unpleasant things that happened because of Project Work. I'm often late for meetings(a problem that still pestered me and im trying to change it) and lazy in handing up stuffs for deadlines. Besides that, my pre-conceived idea that PW meetings are meaningless and a waste of time also drained away my enthusiasm to contribute. I just sit there and observe my members trying very hard to get the work done. Sometimes i gave myself excuses like Judo, Schoolwork... i even use Church activities as an excuse to slack. Haiz after we handed up the PW file, i felt relieved and yet--- felt that i didnt contribute much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the PW period, perhaps due to my incommitment to the project and my bad attitude, A seems to be quite pissed off. I heard from my classmates and also my grp members that A is very angry with me. To be honest, i can feel that too. Although i might appear to be a clumsy log-head that doesnt know nor understand whats happening around me, but i have my eyes! i see, i observe, i hear, i think, and i feel. i think im a over-sensitive person with a unsensitive appearance ba(dun laugh, im serious). Well anyway, things were quite bad. we seldom talk to each other except on pw stuffs and although sometimes i tried to talk to her, her hostile attitude scared me away. Im even so afraid and intimidated and guilty that i cant joke well , ok maybe i DUN anyway. =P. Guilt... 对人有亏欠（对不起）的感觉, as if you have done something wrong to a person and you felt that he/she is angry or sad or disappointed. Sometimes it haunts me... the feeling that A hates me. I prayed to God, prayed for her, prayed that this whole issue can die down and we go back to normal life, just like the time before this dreadful PW lurks in and distrupt everything. But somehow, the guilt doesnt go away. "Why!?" God, didnt you promise that you will give all those who are weary and heavy-laden rest? ....i still felt tired talking to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday my classmate, whom i will not reveal her name until the next episode, told me that "hey, do you know that A 不爽 you?( i dunno which english word can express this word accurately, sorry for my limited vocab, but it seems that only chinese can express that ...something... feeling accurately)" i replied yes. "what do you want to do about it?" I said nothing, or rather, i dunno what to say. What can i do to change her impression? i dunno. but i know that if she found out that im juz trying to please her or change her impression, things will juz get worse. i prayed to God silently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to apologise to her. But i dunno what to say, if i failed to phrase my words tactfully, she might end up even more disgusted and unforgiving to me. Slowly slowly i typed out the sms... praying to God constantly for wisdom to phrase my message and pray that God will somehow move her heart so that she will accept my apologies. The library at 6pm was very cold, all around me was dead silence. My heart was pounding. All the blood seems to gush into my head and not my hand. "God, i trust you." and i sent the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, i was deep in thought again. She will either 1, accepts my apologies, 2, said that she wasnt angry and everything was alright or 3, gets even angrier and refused to forgive me. 10 minutes later, the phone shone. i reached for the phone with my cold right hand. She replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that i gave her a shock and actually its not bothering her. and what i haf done is part of me and doesnt concern her.she's glad that i realised my mistakes and told me to treasure whoever or whatever has made me reflected. and lastly, she said that she heard that im quite hardworking lately and was actually quite happy for me. &lt;br /&gt;...........................................................&lt;br /&gt;Either my english is lousy or the English language itself is insufficient. I just could not describe my feelings!!! God has answered my prayers. suddenly i felt that even if i were to die now, it doesnt matter much. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes God will allow the guilt to remain in our hearts even if we asked for His forgiveness. It is not that God is cruel or evil, but He wants us to settle our wrongdoings with our fellow humans first before He grants us the peace and joy that really flowed from Heavens and into our hearts. Somehow, it reminded me of how God forgave my sins in the past, but I will describe my experience of salvation next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i dunno what will still happen in the future between A and me, but i know that God answers prayers and will work for the good of all who loves Him. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111242476434999793?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111242476434999793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111242476434999793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111242476434999793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111242476434999793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/04/finally-entry-not-out-to-entertain.html' title='Finally an entry not out to entertain...'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-111167510525117125</id><published>2005-03-24T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:39:06.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its NOT over yet...</title><content type='html'>Finally we finished our much-dreaded block test. After writing my last words (last word as in last word not last word, I'm not going to die), i handed up my HCL paper 1 paper. Phew! i nearly thought i would be horribly late. Kind of 'barged' into LT1 with all the sweat dropping down my face and shirt. Oh yah, speaking of the shirt, it literally turned to dark brown lor! First 10 minutes-- staring at the questions and wiping sweats that mischievously crawled down my forehead into my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly i found the Chinese Compo questions are very hard and ... boring. haha... I initially thought that some philosophical questions can come out so that i can put all my quotable quotes into good use. Oops sorrie i went to wash the dishes... EH? y must i tell you all arh? You all wouldn't know anyway... Well thats the good thing about literature or any form of written stuffs, You can finish something which the writer spent hours doing within minutes. Ok enough sidetracking, where was i? Singapore. Ok back to quotes. I was looking for a place to slot in my " Like what Socrates said, ' An unexamined life is not worth living for'" (没有经过苦难考验的人生没有活着的价值) or " Milech said, 'Art is the expression of the common heart'" ... But the questions are about opening the Casino, 莫让青春留白, lifelong learning and 咫尺天涯 ... Tell me frankly, which one can i slot those quotes to? All the questions i have something to write, but im not sure how to bring it to a higher level... so in the end i chose question 1, about opening the casino thingy... But i dun think i will score well... probably a just pass ba. In the end i only managed to squeeze in the Socrates thingy into my compre haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, people might say its good that its over, but i think otherwise. Block test is a very good opportunity to realise what you are lacking. Like for me, i lacked reading history stuffs and lecture notes and i didnt practise my maths hard enough. Besides that, i ran out of things to write when it comes to HCL paper 2 too. The end of the block test is actually the beginning of your revision. So after the block test and you get back your results, there are 3 possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, You scored very badly. This shows that you still have a long way to go and you need to start revising and waking up NOW. You cant barge into the Dean's office in NUS, throw your results slip with a big "CCD" on it and request him to let you in. Thats why i said the exams are over but its not over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2, You scored very well. This shows that you are now on the right track and what you should do is to MAINTAIN it. You have to learn to manage your time well as well as the new topics that you are about to learn. Also, you have to distinguish whether you really scored well because of your hardwork or that the questions came out just as you like. If it is the latter, then you can't hope that the same thing happens in A levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3, You scored so-so. In such a case you need to see if you improved or you keep getting the same grade. If you keep getting the same old just-pass, then you have to revise your revision method or consult those who scores well in that subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough nagging... make me feel like an old man. Lets talk about something interesting! The Straits Times Index is finally rising again! that would boost the buyers' confidence and they can invest in singapore! And my uncle's friend's cousin's son's neighbour's grandpa's nephew's sworn brother's dog juz gave birth to 2 puppies! So interesting... zzz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, tomorrow is Good Friday! Its the day where Jesus Christ, The Son Of God was nailed to the Cross for Our sins. He died for you and for me =) And as we put our trust and our life in His hands, God forgave our sins as Christ paid the ransom for us. My friends and i will be dedicating the song &lt;strong&gt;如羔羊&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;I Remember &lt;/strong&gt;tomorrow. Indeed Christ is like the 代罪羔羊 or sacrificial Lamb that died for OUR sins. Hmm for those of you that might be interested either in knowing more about this person, Jesus Christ, or just interested to hear a guy that cant even speak audibly sings, my church is somewhere near Novena MRT, juz opp KK hospital. The Singapore Baptist Church. 730 pm to around 930 pm. I pray that God can move you to come. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you and your family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-111167510525117125?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111167510525117125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111167510525117125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111167510525117125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111167510525117125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-not-over-yet.html' title='Its NOT over yet...'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-111053970706747353</id><published>2005-03-11T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T19:15:07.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey! i got 1 wrong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Incredibly Logical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/logic.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You got 88% of the questions right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move over Spock - you're the new master of logic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think rationally, clearly, and quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seasoned problem solver, your mind is like a computer!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howlogicalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Logical Are You?&lt;/a&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/8362317-111053970706747353?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/111053970706747353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=111053970706747353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111053970706747353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/111053970706747353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/03/hey-i-got-1-wrong.html' title='Hey! i got 1 wrong...'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-110846700451710220</id><published>2005-02-15T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T21:49:55.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeapee! Its Valentine's Day! This is where couples(married or unmarried or going to be married or not-wished-to-be-found-out-that-they-were-attached) celebrate together and maybe watch a romantic movie like Hide and Seek etc... den probably end off with a wonderful dinner at a hawker centre with cha kuay teow and rojak... if they want they can also steal some joss sticks to put on their table as candles... aiya anyway they want, all couples in their right minds would want this day to be ARAP (As Romantic As Possible) ... But, there are always exception. As you all know, Heroes are meant to be lonely. Sometimes due to biological defects, sometimes due to individual will, a certain group of people will not be attached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... not a bad thing also~ we come here to give presents and be little santa clauses! Oh speaking of gifts and chocolates and flowers, that Houshun never buy for me! He bought for alot of people but ARGH, a Nono for me. What have i done wrong!!?? Just when i was sulking away, some other kind souls gave chocolates to me! haha so i shall not take it to heart but take it to stomach instead :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after roaming around collecting chocolates and shaking hands i headed for Judo--- thats what in store for pple who either can't get attached or refused to be attached (i prefer the latter, sounds more cool, You?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Slamming, falling, getting up, falling down again, bla bla bla den an ominous figure appeared. No one sensed his entering (no one bothered anyway) . Smilingly he changed to his judo Gi. Although i was injured beforehand and was feeling dizzy, i still stepped forward to Randori (free sparring) with him simply because i have to find materials to write in my blog. But! I paid a huge price for that... As i said earlier, im not in my top condition, so i can't really perform up to my normal standard. The 1st time i tried to throw him, i kicked his shin instead! so this blackbelt guy was hopping around and massaging his shin (not messaging hor, shin dun haf fingers to sms) Den i was like "&lt;em&gt;Oh no oh no is he ok? will he die? should i go on? " &lt;/em&gt;sort of stuff. Nevertheless the match go on. Heiya! There he goes hopping and holding his left calf again. Juz now right shin, this time left calf. Oh and by the way that doesnt mean i'm very pro or strong hor...dun let the warped thought of "wah weiwu so u trying to say u very pro and he very weak lah" worm into your mind... thats a display of my inept judo skills --- can't even throw him. Doubtful and uncertain though, i continued. Like a flick of a finger... OUCH! forgot my finger sprained cannot flick... he turned around and whoosh! At that instance i thought it was yet another throw after he slammed me 2 times. But to my dismay and probably the spectators' and the blog readers' dismay, it was definitely not an ordinary throw. He knelt down(extremely useful and sometimes lethal to tall and taller opponents ) as he performed this over head throw. So he went down and i went PARM! juz nice, a right angle triangle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think the astronomy club will envy me. I saw stars--- red colour &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink colour&lt;/span&gt; and many rainbowic colours... My whole face went numb and i thought i became a pan face. Eyes rounded and jaws dropped. "Ma Te! "(thats "Stop!" -- meaning the sparring stops) shouted my judo coach. I walked in either a zig zag or Sig Sag way out of the dojo and sat down. My friends crowded near and all the Are You Okay and Is it painful starts to pour through my eardrums. "Your nose is bleeding!" exclaimed Angela (not 张韶涵), one of the judo people. So i wiped my lips and woah, the fingers are red. I went to the toilet and saw a red patch(es) on the top part of my nose ( the part where the nose starts to escalate) and underneath my nose. My 1st thought was --幸好我不是靠这张脸吃饭的... I thank GOD that miraculously my nose wasnt broken, still straight, and i still can talk and joke with my friends. It was not really that painful, juz a bit numb up there. I sprained my neck also... which is logical since i fell flat on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judo training ended after some time and i went home. You might think im wierd ( eh wait, i AM wierd) but i felt quite happy actually. I saw pple showing their concerns and sort of 'heartached' (with the apostrasphes " =P) because of my wounds and i must say im quite touched. Haha anyway i forgave that blackbelt le =) and like 1 of my friends said, "Your Valentine's Day's LOVE BITE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh juz to add on to the already scary length, my parents didnt forgive that blackbelt. They were like going around and saying how stupid this guy is and how useless he is... haha... Happy Sneezing ~ Mr Black Belt! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110846700451710220?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110846700451710220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110846700451710220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110846700451710220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110846700451710220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-day-present.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Present'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-110735856859262286</id><published>2005-02-02T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T23:36:08.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to Update this blog...</title><content type='html'>Phew long time never blogged. i will just make this a short one so i can sleep early =) ok what i'm going to say below may or may not be true-- it's just how i felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm becoming more and more like houshun le. Words like "你可以不要笑某某人吗" "eh 你很racist leh!" etc seems to be coming out from my mouth with increasing frequency le... i mean yah sometimes it IS funny lah, but i just dun want to be Houshun II! i think thats one of my numerous weaknesses... behaving like someone i am close to after a period of time. Maybe some of you all may just say "nevermind what! houshun is funny ok?" yes i acknowledge he's funny and dares to do quite alot of things which i either dun want or dun dare. However, it's this sense of insecurity about yourself when you are actually imitating someone, especially someone whom you know is not perfect and is as sinful as you. If you become like someone else, aren't you losing YOURSELF? for example, people like to imitate famous stars and singers in everything they do and some even went for plastic surgery just to look like some pop stars. But if you think deeper, pop stars are humans also! they are just like one of us, they laugh, they cry, they make mistakes etc. God made everyone unique and the world doesnt need 2 persons who speaks, jokes, behaves and looked the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To speak the truth, sometimes i DO envy houshun when he does all those funny and silly things to make everyone laugh. sometimes i even wonder, how come people who are not good 这么吃香? To sound even meaner, how come people nowadays are so 犯贱? Good people that respect them, speaks nicely to them, tell them good things etc all these they dont want to hear. what they want is someone who says mean things about others, say "wierd" jokes and poke fun at them (kindly note that i'm not shooting anybody hor... just 反省-ing) when i look at all these people now, i was really tempted to be bad also. " maybe i will just be a bit meaner. maybe i will just stop saying things that are right. maybe i will just say dirtier stuffs to make others happy. maybe i will just be more 下流 to the opposite gender.maybe i will just stop being upright. maybe i will just stop hating unrighteousness" thoughts like these will creep into my mind when i am 疑惑. and sometimes i get weary fighting against all these evil thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again and again God lifted me with His might and warned me with His word,&lt;br /&gt;"There is a way that seems right to a man, but in the end it leads to death" Proverbs 14:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important for one to stick to his principles and not conform to the norm in this fallen world. So in the future you might see me saying wierd stuffs and not saying the "usual" stuffs--- dun be afraid, i'm just adjusting to be MYSELF ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;To dear Chee Cheong Fun,&lt;br /&gt;                 I really dunno who you are. well i'm surprised that you have found favour in a cannot-make-it guy like me haha. But i just want to say that "lurve" without understanding and mutual admiration will not last long de. So i hope that your passion can be calmed down quickly and carry on with your life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Author, Weiwu LAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110735856859262286?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110735856859262286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110735856859262286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110735856859262286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110735856859262286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/02/just-to-update-this-blog.html' title='Just to Update this blog...'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-110578525420043723</id><published>2005-01-15T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T22:41:44.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP Trip----Paris</title><content type='html'>It was rather fun on board the train. The announcements were made first in English then in French. Although I did do some study and research on French language lah, but haha can only understand their first sentence--- Madame de Monsieur (Ladies and Gentlemen)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew after 3 hours on the train, we finally passed through the English Channel and reached Paris! We met a magician on the train! It was after Mr. Tan Chee Peng performed some tricks den this guy, who was sitting behind us all the time, suddenly ‘popped’ out and performed some even more astonishing tricks for us!! Haha it was an unforgettable experience. Anyway we arrived at the Paris Train Station. There were signs everywhere--- all in French! There are some English below it lah, but all the advertisements were in French!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met our coach captain after we stepped out of the train station. The temperature in Paris was warmer than that of London. The buildings are no longer predominantly brown but instead, milky white in colour (Not white milk hor… more like Soya milk haha) and there were balconies in almost every apartment. Our tour guide, Ms Cindy ( I cant help but think of Cyndi Wang 王心凌 when I heard her name… but she’s like a whole earth different from that Cyndi lah) ok I shall stop being so mean, later must find mode and median to form mean, mode, median. Ok ANYWAY, yah she said that the French people liked balconies so it’s like a must-have in their homes (dunno why but that reminds of Romeo and Juliet asking each other’s names on the balcony (Ok nvm that’s way too out of point.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I didn’t really witnessed, but I heard from others that the coach captain or/and the tour guide refused to hug kiss ms Cindy! I mean not that the Parisians are supposed to be so 好色 lah but it was a custom in the western countries to hug kiss a lady as a form of saying ‘hello’ (good thing houshun not borne there haha~) Then all of us were like rumoring that they are racist and sort of stuffs… but than when I took a close look at Lady Cindy again, 我隐隐约约可以明白为什么了…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Chinese food for lunch again. From my diary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然发现怎么欧洲的中国菜都大同小异的？包菜 叉烧 鸡鸭肉 汤 最后橙。难道他们来到这里后，没有了竞争就失去了中华民族的创意了吗？何况法国人如此自大，华侨们岂不是要卑躬屈膝的看人脸色？我怔怔的瞧着碗里那吃起来有点QQ的白饭，不禁说不出话来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we saw our guide. This guy had a very heavy French assent when he speaks English. When I saw him he said, “Bonjour”—which means ‘hello’ in French. I answered back. He nodded his head and continued walking. I suddenly felt as if I had passed the test. After that we moved on towards the Palace Of Versailles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the road there… I shall not elaborate too much. Haiyo later all my stuffs written in blog le den no one wants to talk to me… very sad de leh if your own blog snatched away all your potential listeners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Palace of Versailles was built by King Louis XIV ( pronounced as ‘lwee’—the guide was EXTREMELY particular about that…) it took them 3 generations to finish building this grand and magnificent palace, which used ONLY 50 years to complete. Don’t look at the word ‘only’ with rounded eyes--- The Louvre Museum took 300 years to really complete lor! At the huge main gates were some blacks selling some souvenirs. But somehow I just cant trust them--- not that I racist hor but if someone were to come to you with 一大堆  souvenirs and ‘chanting’ stuffs that you don’t understand a bit and they wore like those downtown hooligans, would you trust them and buy from them? Afterwards Mr Tan said that they were actually gypsies or illegal immigrants that could not find a proper job. 我蛮同情他们的。After seeing many paintings, sculptures and stuffs I left the palace. And just nice! It was Sunset!! It was very beautiful~ will upload de. After that is dinner! Yay! …Chinese food…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving in the region, the driver dropped us at the wrong place! We were like wandering around there for quite some time then a stranger came and offered to take us to the restaurant. Initially I thought he was some kind hearted Frenchman that somehow cant speak proper English and a bit too hasty ( he was walking really fast in front and the girls behind were like panting and running lor) But! After that our teacher told us that he was the DRIVER himself! Ok then it’s his responsibility.&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that some of the girls were harassed! I was so disgusted and infuriated and agitated and annoyed and irritated and disappointed with the Paris pple! I thought French were gentlemanly and friendly people, but it turned out that they were only a bunch of weird and snobbish and attitude problem people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after the dinner we checked into the hotel. The room was quite spacious and there were 3 beds inside. But! To our disgust (ok lah at least MY) there was this obscene painting hung on the wall! Oh no… and since it’s not nicely painted I assumed it’s not a masterpiece. Well so I took it down and stuffed it in some remote corner of the room and it was there living happily ever after. Ok back to the room. We tried to switch on our TV to watch the soccer match (I’m not really interested, the 2 Kenneths are) and to our dismay, the remote control was spoilt! Haiz so we have to go to Mr.Tan’s room to watch the match. Well, as usual, the French were too proud of themselves to put up a tough fight. Ha! Ok fine I’m prejudiced against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing some games like Heart Attack and Bluff, we sent Zihan and Kit Geok back to their rooms. On the way we went down to complain to the reception counter. (Hey it’s not the Singaporean fashion ok? But a hotel without TV to watch is definitely not a hotel) Why didn’t we just call them? 1, Either they just hang up(by the way ‘hang up’ means 挂电话 not 上吊 ok? Yup you just learnt a new English word haha) or 2, they practically ‘Rap’ their French… and still hang up the phone in the end. After some fierce debate, discussion, persuasion, explanation, intimidation =P, well they said they will be up 5 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was morning. Nobody knocked the door. Oh, a person called at 7 am plus and said a lot of French to the pathetic cant-sleep-peacefully guy. Well so after I asked Parlez Vous Anglais? (Which means ‘can you speak English?’) She said Au Revoir (bye bye) and ‘throck’ed. 于是我带着头上的大问号回去睡.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French breakfast was rather different from English breakfast. 2 breads (About the size of your feet) and a big full stop. Well we just have to depend on milk and orange juice then. So early in the morning we set off towards the Louvre Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots and tons and mountains and hills of art pieces here. The whole magnificent building was built on a very high platform and there were a lot of people walking around. Tourists, tour guides as well as people selling stuffs. As we were walking along the passage the guide was explaining the paintings and buildings and sculptures beside us. Thanks to the pre-Europe trip study I had, I can understand what the painting was about based on its French description. Finally we get to see the renowned Mona Lisa painting! Wow I can only see the whole bunch of black hairs and yellow hairs and brown hairs and a lot of hands sticking out to take pictures of the famous painting. Well I took a quick shot of it and left. I can’t really get close anyway. I heard from the tour guide that the lady in the picture is actually looking outside of the picture. This means that if you walk past the painting, you will have this feeling as if somebody is watching at you from the painting. But come on, with such a whole bunch of people squeezing in front, 谁会有这种闲情雅致在画像前走来走去呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arc De Triomphe 凯旋门 --- this is indeed a magnificent building! There were elaborate carvings on the two sides of the ‘door’ and mostly related with battles and wars. I heard from the guide that the Arc is located at the point where 12 streets met each other. So the Parisian painted some decorations on the road so that if you looked from above, you will see a 12 sided star with the building in the middle. Don’t you think it’s marvelous? Ancient generals led their troops passing through this Arc after victory and people of the12 streets cheering for their heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the Eiffel Tower. Yup this is the trademark of France especially Paris. It was really tall, 333 m high and the base is around 4 times our NYJC school hall. There were many people walking around the base of the tower and yes, the same type of people. We bought a ticket up using their unique lifts that goes diagonally up instead of the vertically-up lifts we have in Singapore. We reached the 1st Floor not long later. The view was excellent except the security iron fences around the 4 sides of the tower. We intended to go up to the top but that would need another separate ticket that had to be bought at the base. =( After that we stopped over at a square 广场 nearby where we can see the full Eiffel Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us were waiting at the starting line. It was around 4 pm.  Everyone was staring at the entrance with eyes that burn of hunger and passion. “Ok I will see you all at the entrance back here at 6…” before Ms Cindy could finish her sentence, almost everyone dashed into the giant shopping centre, Lafayette. So after some serious and crazy and nation-humiliating shopping, our lust for shopping was finally satisfied. Oh by the way I bought most of the gifts here. So ya =) you all should pay attention haha. When I was buying this nice key chain that can shine when you press the button, 我自作聪明的用法语来问那位 salesgirl, “C’est Combien?” (How much?) The salesgirl as if instinctively answered back in French. “sdgdagfhadd452#$@....” So there I am, standing there puzzled and eyebrows locked deeply together with the common weiwu-style and muttering, “So… how much?” It was so embarrassing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had our best Chinese food ever since day one. Everybody was enjoying the scrumptious meal. There was this sign pasted on the wall that reads, “禁止吸烟” and beside it was yet another sign that reads, “请不要乱丢烟头”—真是令人啼笑皆非--- until we see the china tourists sitting beside us smoked heck-caring the sign. From my dairy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从餐馆走出来，迎接我们的不是冷风，而是扑鼻的烟味。只见一大群中国游客蹲在那里抽着烟。我不禁感慨，中国人在外国的形象是什么呢？讲话大声粗俗，抽烟+有钱？我叹了一口气(顺便吹走烟味)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Day—today we wanted to experience the Parisian life. So early in the morning we took their underground train, the Metro, towards yet another famous cathedral in Paris, the Votre Dame. Interestingly, the doors in their trains were manually operated. This means that you have open the door yourself to get in. (I think Singaporeans will just stand there and wait--- and see the train drives off without opening its doors haha) Inside the train were some 可开可收的椅子. The distance between each stop was very short, less than 1 minute. Chambers were separated so you can’t walk from the head of the train to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notre Dame is a huge Catholic Cathedral with nice carvings and window paintings. I heard that the Disney cartoon about some hunchback thingy took place in this particular cathedral. Wow. It was very dim inside, with candles and a little sunlight shining through the coloured windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we took the Metro back to another place where we can sit down and enjoy some nice bread and coffee and tea. We arrived at a little hamlet like place with cute small buildings. after some severe misunderstandings with the shopowner, we were stucked in his shop waiting as he diddy-daddy-ly prepare the bread. grr. well good thing my bread is small so i finished it at a in a matter of minutes. i went to buy some souvenirs nearby and yet again! to my disgust they sell dices with obscene people doing obscene things on it!!!!! GRRRR!!! irritating and pervertic Parisian artists with raging hormones!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all the trouble we arrived back to the Paris airport. Wah then i had some unhappy encounter the moronic and stubborn paris custom officials. (please come and ask me what happened... haha ) Anyway our plane was delayed for 4 hours because of a very thick fog looming ominously in the otherwise clear skies of Paris. 能见度不到200公尺，在这种恶劣气候下飞行是很危险的。(sounds like a pro huh? =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end although we thought that we will missed the transition flight at Amsterdam, we still managed to catch the plane. 当然啦，中间经过了许多波折。 well i didnt get to sleep well in the plane anyway, AS USUAL  haha... but i got to see the sunrise when the plane was at around Iraq! haha it was very beautiful, red first then gradually it melted to pure white and the features of the hills and valleys became clearer... i also get to see what 雪花 is like, crystalised ice formed outside the plane windows were even more beautiful than diamonds under the rising sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"passengers, please fasten your seat belts as we land in Singapore, Changi Airport..." i took in a deep breath after the announcements. I'm Back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110578525420043723?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110578525420043723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110578525420043723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110578525420043723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110578525420043723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2005/01/lp-trip-paris.html' title='LP Trip----Paris'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-110415675089430062</id><published>2004-12-28T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T22:12:30.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solemn Issues</title><content type='html'>Sorry pple i think the Paris post has to wait, my heart is too heavy to post that.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened again. Not long ago our beloved teacher and friend Mr Lim passed away with his wife in their honeymoon in New Zealand. Now is the massive earthquake and the 大海啸 that took the lives of more than 22000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of the incidences happened when people are having fun and enjoying their lives. Going to a beautiful land with the one that he loved, Mr Lim died in an accident. Travelling to a warm and sunny resort with their families and friends, people drowned in the massive waves. Laughters turned into cries, a smile became a frown, joy became sorrow, celebration into mourning. Why must &lt;strong&gt;earthly&lt;/strong&gt; enjoyments be so shortlived?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did sorrowful tragedies happen so frequently? 911 incident, SARS, Explosions in coal mines, Wars in Afghanstan and Iraq, Riots and now the Indonesia Earthquake. We can't decide when we are borned and we can't even know when we will just leave this world. Most of us just took our lives and people around us for granted. 你有把握明天睡得醒吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to leave this world today, where do you think you will go? Heaven? Hell? Reincarnation? Disappear into thin air? Can you know for sure where you will be going? Many of us would rather touch all the wood around us or even knock your head on it than to talk about this issue. But you &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to face it. Death is a very real thing. It will happen to &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt; of us someday, regardless of whether we agree or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you that Mr Lim know for sure where he is going after he passed away. He knows that he will be seeing God in paradise after he passed away. It is a place where he can put down all his loads, burdens and troubles and just enjoy being with the one that he loved for eternity--- not his wife, but the one that he put his faith on, Jesus Christ. Many of you may wonder what  his church service will be doing, i can tell you that there will not be any priests ringing bells and chanting there, no burning of 冥纸 and no joss sticks. Instead there will be singing there. But why? Are christians all unsympathetic, cruel and have no feelings at all? No! They are equally sad and grieved. But in the Bible it writes:&lt;br /&gt;"The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirits." Psalm 34:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are assured that Mr Lim will surely go to Heaven not because he did many good things( which chinese normally believed)---- but because he believed in Christ Jesus alone. But why? Why is Jesus Christ the only way to go to Heaven? 你们基督徒也太霸道了吧。I can only say that is the only way to solve the problems of our sins! Many Chinese believed that we can work our way into Heaven by doing good works and eating vegetarian to 积德, but just how much is enough? You 积德 for 1 day and you scold, hate, bear evil thoughts, lust, 贪 for the remaining 6 days. Think about your entire life, how many good works you need to pull your marks from negative to positive and to "undo" all your wrongdoings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in this case EVERYONE is going to Hell because God will give to each person according to what he has done(Romans 2:6). Why can't God just 网开一面 and let us pass? Because if God let the 99 marks pass, then the 98 marks will plead to Him and then 97 and 96 and so on---Then Everyone will be in Heaven! Where is the Justice that we want? If Osama went around killing people and till his death is &lt;strong&gt;unrepentent&lt;/strong&gt;, do you want him in Heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, God is merciful. He doesn't want us all to perish into eternal Hell. Note that it is NOT He needs us thats why He wants to save us. Thats why it is wrong to say that " if you are God, let me pass my exams or strike 4 D so that i will believe you"  ----- Harlow! It is YOU who are &lt;strong&gt;in need&lt;/strong&gt; of God's mercy now, not God! That is why The Son Of God, Jesus Christ, came down to Earth to " seek and save the lost" (Luke 19:10) and "for the sinners to repent" (Luke 5 :32).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us are sinful. You and me and yes, even Mr Lim. I am not maligning him. If he is alive he will definitely say the same thing. Why? Because before he &lt;strong&gt;repented&lt;/strong&gt; and lived a &lt;strong&gt;newborn life&lt;/strong&gt; with Jesus Christ in his heart, he is indeed sinful! Jesus said that He came to Earth to let those that repent and believed in Him "have life and have it abundantly"(John 10:10). That is why Mr Lim is so different from others. He loved those around him and cared for them because Jesus Christ first loved him and died on the Cross for him. The love Christians such as Mr Lim showed to others is the echo of the love they first received from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is not trying to "convert" or "psycho" you all into Christianity. Christianity is not a religion, you wouldn't become a Christian naturally just because you were borned in a Christian family. Christianity is the faith towards the Eternal God. Believing in Jesus Christ gives us the hope of Eternal Life--- where we will be with this wonderful and loving God in Heaven for Eternity--- not 1000 years or 100,000 years, but for countless years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Bible it says that Jesus Christ will come again. Yes Jesus Christ died on the Cross and resurrected on the 3rd day, and then returned back to God. Jesus said that He will come again and &lt;strong&gt;judge&lt;/strong&gt; this world for all that it had commited. Yes, terrorism, murder, mass killing, wars-- all these He will judge according to what they deserved. And God will create a new Heaven and Earth where He and His Children( those that repent and believed Him as their God and Saviour) will live and rule for eternity. That is a place where "God will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order(The world full of sin) of things has passed away." (Revelation 21:4)&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart struggled when i typed this entry. Will people laughed at me? Will they think i'm silly or trying to be lame? Will they get angry and scold me? Will they think that this is just another fairytale? "Come on! In this advanced age who will want to believe in this kind old fogey story?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you that our technologies and sciences are indeed going &lt;strong&gt;up&lt;/strong&gt;, but ourselves and our morals are going &lt;strong&gt;down&lt;/strong&gt;. Friends, do not hardened your heart and think that you are ok now, with your friends and families surround you----- look deep into your heart. Your soul is &lt;strong&gt;CRYING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110415675089430062?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110415675089430062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110415675089430062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110415675089430062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110415675089430062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/12/solemn-issues.html' title='Solemn Issues'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-110276614868932577</id><published>2004-12-11T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T19:55:48.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/C731.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/C731.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London's famous " Millenium Eye" ... though it looks more like a tower from this angle...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110276614868932577?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110276614868932577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110276614868932577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276614868932577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276614868932577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/12/londons-famous-millenium-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-110276599937494205</id><published>2004-12-11T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T19:53:19.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/C721bd.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/C721bd.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Chinese Restaurant with the A6 Gang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110276599937494205?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110276599937494205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110276599937494205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276599937494205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276599937494205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/12/at-chinese-restaurant-with-a6-gang.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-110276594639201831</id><published>2004-12-11T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T19:52:26.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/C711ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/C711ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannaby Street and me~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110276594639201831?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110276594639201831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110276594639201831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276594639201831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276594639201831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/12/cannaby-street-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-110276582797764412</id><published>2004-12-11T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T19:50:27.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/C701d.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/C701d.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oxford Street&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110276582797764412?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110276582797764412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110276582797764412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276582797764412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276582797764412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/12/oxford-street.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-110276576879002822</id><published>2004-12-11T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T19:49:28.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/C683.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/C683.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saxon Tower( the clouds should be moving behind the tower)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110276576879002822?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110276576879002822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110276576879002822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276576879002822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276576879002822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/12/saxon-tower-clouds-should-be-moving.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-110276570799112885</id><published>2004-12-11T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T19:48:27.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/C665ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/C665ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oxford&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110276570799112885?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110276570799112885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110276570799112885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276570799112885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276570799112885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/12/oxford.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-110276564156227599</id><published>2004-12-11T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T19:47:21.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/C611.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/C611.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hotel... tell me frankly, do you think this hotel looks safe? =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110276564156227599?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110276564156227599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110276564156227599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276564156227599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276564156227599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/12/our-hotel.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-110276554863186760</id><published>2004-12-11T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T19:45:48.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/C585a.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/C585a.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roman Bath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110276554863186760?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110276554863186760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110276554863186760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276554863186760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276554863186760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/12/roman-bath.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-110276549538444655</id><published>2004-12-11T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T19:44:55.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/C575d.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/C575d.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man that poses as a statue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110276549538444655?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110276549538444655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110276549538444655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276549538444655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276549538444655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/12/man-that-poses-as-statue.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-110276543767881217</id><published>2004-12-11T19:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T19:43:57.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/C554.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/C554.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stone Henge and me ( behind the camera)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110276543767881217?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110276543767881217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110276543767881217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276543767881217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276543767881217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/12/stone-henge-and-me-behind-camera.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-110276538788674779</id><published>2004-12-11T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T19:43:07.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/C521d.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/C521d.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To show the ratio ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110276538788674779?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110276538788674779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110276538788674779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276538788674779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276538788674779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/12/to-show-ratio.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-110276532449200609</id><published>2004-12-11T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T19:42:04.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/C501a.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/C501a.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my 2 room mates: Kenneth Chong and Kenneth Yeo(middle)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110276532449200609?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110276532449200609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110276532449200609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276532449200609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276532449200609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/12/me-and-my-2-room-mates-kenneth-chong.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-110276524968776745</id><published>2004-12-11T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T19:40:49.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/C489add.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/C489add.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Sarum Cathedral&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110276524968776745?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110276524968776745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110276524968776745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276524968776745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276524968776745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-sarum-cathedral.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-110276517757389600</id><published>2004-12-11T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T19:39:37.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/C453d.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/C453d.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheep and me( the one in front)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110276517757389600?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110276517757389600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110276517757389600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276517757389600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276517757389600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/12/sheep-and-me-one-in-front.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-110276510645879873</id><published>2004-12-11T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T19:38:26.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/C423ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/C423ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowded Covent Garden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110276510645879873?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110276510645879873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110276510645879873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276510645879873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276510645879873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/12/crowded-covent-garden.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-110276503247644488</id><published>2004-12-11T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T19:37:12.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/C361.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/C361.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Cab in London&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110276503247644488?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110276503247644488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110276503247644488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276503247644488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276503247644488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/12/black-cab-in-london.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-110276494938129601</id><published>2004-12-11T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T19:35:49.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/C249d.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; 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margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/C133ad.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the statue and me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110276475545086748?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110276475545086748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110276475545086748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276475545086748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276475545086748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/12/one-of-statue-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-110276465769126323</id><published>2004-12-11T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T19:30:57.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/C153.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/C153.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mounted Guards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;The Sun on board the Domestic Flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110276465769126323?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110276465769126323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110276465769126323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276465769126323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276465769126323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/12/mounted-guardsthe-sun-on-board.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-110276457157828322</id><published>2004-12-11T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T19:29:31.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/640/C19.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/109/2642/320/C19.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun i took on board the domestic flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;The Sun on board the Domestic Flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110276457157828322?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110276457157828322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110276457157828322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276457157828322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110276457157828322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/12/sun-i-took-on-board-domestic-flightthe.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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-8362317.post-110189414732250080</id><published>2004-12-02T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T17:42:27.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP Trip ( London and Paris lah)-----London</title><content type='html'>Finally i stepped onto the land of Singapore again. Sorry to update this blog so late, 整整四天! Still trying to adjust my body clock back to singapore time, its like sleeping at around 12 am every night and wake up at nearly 12 pm and still feel drowsy and lethargic lor! Ok back to the LP trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a night flight from changi airport, destination: Amsterdam. Well as usual ONLY my family and relatives came to see me off. You all should go in front of a wall and 反省反省 ok? =P well i still bought alot of gifts for a few selected people though, i'm not so cleanly rich(opp of filthy rich) to buy for everyone... Haiz thats the bad point of being too 交游广阔.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the flight was at night lah, so i didn't get to see much(our seat was just in between 2 windows!) The seats were very uncomfortable, very hard. I think the Dutch designed it, coz they got drink Dutch lady Milk mah so their bodies stronger... but ah, poor Singaporeans have to suffer. Well we reached Amsterdam finally, after a long flight of 12 hours, AND i didn't sleep well, AND the pasta looked like maggots, AND there weren't any interesting movies nor personal screens, AND the air stewardess' make up is too thick, AND... i have to end this paragraph now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting experience to be in Europe. 1st time i see so many caucasians hovering... i mean walking around, in Singapore they are like some rare species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 hours of loitering around their shops we took a domestic flight to London. Anyway things are really expensive there, our facial expressions were mostly---Jaws Dropping and Eyes Enlarging. Finally i can understand how malaysians felt when they came to singapore, everything must x2... And they dun sell Chinese songs here! Their defination of " World Music"? African music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round the flight was much better. The food was some european bread with cheese. Quite ok but not suitable for elderly with denches, it was sooo hard lor! Dunno is it rubber or bread. I took a picture of the sunrise also, it was bright golden colour and very beautiful~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! * scrolling back up* so many words le! Gotta cut short. The 1st thing i noticed was that hey, London is not all ang mohs ok? There are quite alot of races in London, but Caucasians still dominate the Spouse Market lah. When we got out of airport, although we did put on our jacketswe can still feel the cold, especially when the wind blows! Den we broke the law! we were all smoking. haha yah we were like puffing smoke when we breathe lor! After that we took a city tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London is very brown. Houses built with brown bricks stood beside brown houses built with bricks. There WERE tall offices, but the rest of the city were still 18~19th century buildings. To quote from my diary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;像是古代的房屋被前进的步伐所遗忘，就这样沉睡在十九世纪的英国。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时是秋天。翠绿的叶子换上了秋天的深黄色。树木过了冬天仍会活过来，可是叶子呢？叶子谢了就飘落在地上，被人践踏，腐烂。但是叶子仍然不肯就这样默默无名的死去，他要燃烧自己，将原本的活泼换成一种凄凉的美。这种精神是会传染的，于是整座树林就燃烧起来。清道夫也不敢将落叶扫去，似乎胡乱扫去会亵渎那一种神圣。原来枫叶的美，只有在他生命的尽头才看得到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to London's house of Parliament, the BuckingHam Palace and it was so packed with visitors! Many people were taking pictures of the statues when suddenly, we heard a loud command. Mounted guards, dressed in bright red galloped past. They were holding swords, their heads held at approximately 110 degrees. Their horses were uniformly black, or dark brown, tall and magnificent. Yummy! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we went to take pictures at the bank of London River, (the 1 with the Big Ben Clocktower), we went for lunch at the Chinatown there. i dont know whether is it my 错, but the Chinese buildings and decorations were abit "pseudo", very fake. Anyway we had some nice chinese food there. Cabbages, Char Siew, Soup, duck and oranges. It was nice for the 1st time , but can you all believe it? The rest of the chinese food form london to paris are 80% the same. ok 不要再提起伤心事,继续.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to some museums and after that is shopping time in Covent Garden! Their 士林夜市 or Pasam Malam. They sell all sorts of things there, from food to gifts. i intended to buy gifts there, but hey, this is only the 1st day and the Pound exchange rate is so scary (muz x3), so after 三思-ing i decided to save untill the last day. We had quite a good sleep at the hotel in london after that. End of Day 1. "What!? you write so long only Day &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" i can almost hear the readers screaming liao, but bear with it lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually with sufficient clothings, the temperature in london is quite acceptable lah, jus that it rains quite frequently. they can rain 3~4 times a day, drizzling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We intended to go to the Old Sarum, a very ancient cathedral, but it was not open! but there were some sheeps nearby, they were like standing there 摆 pose 让我们拍照 lor! i found it hard to tell them that we are wearing their cousins leh! Hahaha! &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the New Sarum. Legend says that the bishop that built the old sarum was tired of pple fighting over it and decided to build a new one. So he drew his bow and fired an arrow. " where this arrow falls, there we will build the new cathedral." But the arrow hit a deer and it did not die immediately. it carried this arrow and collapsed after a pretty long distance. So here we are, some 30 mins drive from the Old Sarum. The new sarum cathedral was built at around 15 th century and it was huge! Try to picture Yao Ming standing besides a mouse. Yah 差不多就是这样. Our necks were all very tired trying to look up to the tip of the Cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lunch was nice! we had salmon. 就是那种红红没煮熟软软的那种。 But the vegetables are... hmmm... nice... weather! Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stonehenge---老实讲啦，其实不就是一大堆石头罢了。不过是因为历史拉，美观啦，才会吸引这么多人。人山人海，每一个游客手中都拿着一个"Audio Guide"(Except us). 是一种看起来像电话但你按一些号码他会播录音那种.Later we got our audio guide also, at the Roman Bath Museum. 有不同的语言解说，但是！有日本话没有华语！这么鸟的事都有！中国5000年文化, 13亿人口... Ok back to story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the road to Bath(not 冲凉 hor! Its the name of a place in England), we saw horses, cows , pigs and more sheeps in the country farms, so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole city of Bath was built beside the mountains. Georgian style houses filled the whole city. There were no skyscrapers, no high tech, no expressways. But this medieval city with a population of 85000 is still very attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were alot of street performers near the Roman Bath Museum we are going. 1 of them is guy cunning disguised as a statue and he even 摆 pose for us to take a photo lor! haha all my relatives thought it was a real statue leh! it looked so realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roman Bath Museum--- It was the largest Roman Bath in the entire europe. It was devoted to the goddess Sulis Minerva. Some people who came here wrote curses for ms Minerva, after i read some, i realised that they really "洗饱没事做" lor! One cursed the thieves that stolen his cloak to die horribly etc. Stingy. Well i was the last to come out, thanks to the fact that i'm 好奇+细心 so.. haha but i didnt get to drink the spring waters. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was lousy. After some night walk we went to our hotel, Limpley Stoke. Actually it reminded me of Jay Chou's &lt;威廉古堡&gt; lor!&lt;br /&gt;藤蔓植物 爬满了这里的旅馆 院子里一片荒芜...&lt;br /&gt;It was night and there werent any street lamps narby. The whole hotel looked so threatening, like Adams Family stayed in it! The girls were all so scared that even a harmless branch brushing against the bus can trigger their scream alarm. well the night was ok lah, juz close your eyes and ignore the wierd noises can le *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set off towards Oxford the next day. Nothing much lah i wun go into detail. But the oldest building there, the Saxon Tower, is very interesting! If you look up from below, the tower is like going to collapse! Must be the moving clouds. Illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had pork for lunch. I suddenly realised that the westerners are really bad when it comes to decorating their dishes to make it look appetizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are leaving for Paris tml, i removed all my entry and exit barriers and decided to 大开杀戒 le! Yup so for the next 3 hours we shopped like mad in Oxford Street. Haiz but something cropped up and after some wrong directions given by a punk-looking shopowner we actually went into the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Light District&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Haiz 我们蛮尴尬的穿过了这花街柳巷.After that we took their MRT-- they call it 'Underground' back to our meeting place, haha we got lost. It Was very expensive! The cheapest single trip ticket was 2 pounds, thats S$ 6 !! Gulp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we rushed back and i sweated(1st time in London) so for the chinese dinner later on i took out my jacket and my pullover. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO COLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; !!!! My teeth battled when i try to talk lor! Please, Don't try this at home, 叔叔是有练过的!(coz i used to cold jokes mah) anyway i only wore a LEP T-Shirt... and pants of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rested at a high class hotel and we took the Eurostar Train tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew finally finished ...Stay tuned for the next blog.... LP Trip ----- Paris!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110189414732250080?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110189414732250080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110189414732250080' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110189414732250080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110189414732250080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/12/lp-trip-london-and-paris-lah-london.html' title='LP Trip ( London and Paris lah)-----London'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-110061420843283745</id><published>2004-11-17T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T22:10:08.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah... 不知不觉已经踏入 Blogger 圈 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;个月了! To reward all my dear readers i will hereby present to you all an English Assignment i wrote during my Sec 4 years. Yah its a REPORT, i'm sure you all remember how a report look like right? yah the to from subject date thingy lah!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy... P.S. those in bracket are the teacher's comments...&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Sergent Koh, Neighbourhood Police Centre&lt;br /&gt;From: Sergent Koh's Brother. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(NO!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Motorcycle accident at Orchard Road&lt;br /&gt;Date: 11th August 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            On 11th August 1984&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(?)&lt;/span&gt;, i was walking along the busy streets of Orchard Road. In front of me were two students busy playing 'Hide and Seek'.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Without their notice, they were moving slowly towards the road. Suddenly, a Honda GTX-1 motorcycle with a turbo-charged, six-valved, intercooled engine charged towards them. The motorcyclist saw the students and attempted to move away from them. But because the motorcycle did not had the air-bag system&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( You have no way of knowing this!)&lt;/span&gt; , the brake got stucked and the motorcyclist lost control and flew. He flew a distance of about 20&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(she circled the '20')&lt;/span&gt; metres, finally losing his kinetic energy and fell flat on his face. He was not seriously injured. Only his nose was flattened and five teeth fell out, about 2 litres of blood flowed and i think his jaws were dislocated. It was not serious, really. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Be Serious please!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motorcyclist got up miraculously and scolded the students in perfect French&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Be Serious.)&lt;/span&gt; . After 2 hours of scolding, he finally realised that he should speak in English instead. He accused the students of obstructing the road and refused to move away, forcing him to perform Inertia Drift&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(?) &lt;/span&gt;at 180km/h when he is not trained to. He threatened to beat up the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I charged forward and tried to pacify him by saying, " relax pal, you're on Candid Camera!" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( she cancelled the whole sentence and wrote IR, i think it means Irrelevant) &lt;/span&gt;. He practically ignored me and punched one of the students. I was forced to call the police. The police arrived and resolved the matter by killing 3 persons&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(She circled the '3' and put '??')&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my report can be of some value to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reported by, Weiwu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's Comment:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; You are not doing yourself justice by writing in this silly manner. Be Serious pls! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yup still got alot more this kinda stuffs, both chinese and english. Some failed some got a beautiful zero(coincide with my absolute zero =p) .&lt;br /&gt;By the way dear readers i'm leaving for Europe this friday, 19/11 at 9pm, KL836, Terminal 1. London and Paris... haha wipe away your saliva, in this blog your saliva will freeze into ice de! Yup so to those readers that are so faithful to read my blog i shall advise you &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;to sms me or call me untill 26/11 .... for those that heck-cared my blog haha they can go sms for all they want, ( 1 sms 50 cents leh!) &lt;br /&gt;ok i shall end here, if you want me to buy anything from London and Paris, ( not including french kiss haha~) &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;ok thats out of point&lt;/span&gt;. yah you can leave comments...(1 good way to increase the comments here ) But the money... haha transfer it into my bank account by thursay 12pm lah!&lt;br /&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/8362317-110061420843283745?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110061420843283745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110061420843283745' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110061420843283745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110061420843283745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/11/wah.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-110000226852780279</id><published>2004-11-10T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T20:11:08.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Clarify Stuffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok i have wrote this to clarify some very important stuffs. If this matter is left unsettled, a horrible crisis will happen. Even more scary than Godzilla performing standing broad jump lor! So i have to explain the previous entry about 戏长 and 副主席. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Basically the previous entry was exaggerated and nonsensicalise to save my falling viewership lah hahaha. But even when i 炒新闻 to boost viewership, i also got 职业道德 ok? Search through my entire entry and see if u can find words like ' affair', 'love', 'couple' etc, obviously you can't! right? The whole entry discussed the various 疑点 and the readers were left to 联想 themselves.( 嘿嘿嘿~一切都策划好了)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But now i shall hereby announce that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;they are only friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok first take a look at Ms Tan and Mr Ng. They sit side by side while they assess our Oral Presentation Rehearsal. They joke together. Although Ms Tan never touch/beat Mr Ng-- partly because she scared Mr Ng Slam Dunk on her-- but if 戏长 and 副主席 are suspicious, why didn't we suspect the teachers also? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(a dim voice from the background) "Coz they different race mah"  WAH how can u say that! So mean! It's because they not 登对 at all lor! So the same works between 戏长 and 副主席. Kimberly is kimberly, Houshun is houshun. Do you know how damaging is such teasing to friendship? By pairing them together falsely, we sowed the seed of 尴尬 into their friendship and colleague status. Furthermore, as kimberly had previously mentioned, "&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he's our jie mei k... dun 乱点鸳鸯... i dun want lor... he so 不男不女...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;" ... so we can see from kimberly's point of view that its impossible between them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Assessor's Remarks: Student shows consideration by paying attention and by consistently attempting to refer to fellow blog author----- Far Exceeded Expection ( expectation is not high anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One is herbivore one is carnivore, how can they be together? We see them together is because they discussing 公事 mah... (&lt;strong&gt;公&lt;/strong&gt;共场所里不好意思做的&lt;strong&gt;事&lt;/strong&gt;）EH EH EH... 老毛病又发作, crapping only ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;+ the undeniable fact that houshun can say so many things that make pple laugh, it's no wonder that kimberly 刚好走在他旁边的...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So now everyone please stop pairing them together liao ok? People who tease them will be severely punished ( u will be forced to be a reporter in the recently opened WeiwuLAH Press Holding (tm) , camera will be provided+ paper and pen+ tape recorder) okok! hahaha juz freezing the readers only lah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hope that this entry can compensate 戏长 and 副主席's 名誉损失 and that everyone can still be normal friends ok? hahaha.... 看来也该去找医生治治这老毛病了.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-110000226852780279?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/110000226852780279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=110000226852780279' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110000226852780279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/110000226852780279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-clarify-stuffs.html' title='To Clarify Stuffs'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-109988511517736746</id><published>2004-11-09T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T11:38:35.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysteries Of The HS+K ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Finally the project work is no longer round or square...its OVAL! Yay ! that reminds me that the egg prices have fell back to around 15 cents per egg! which means that if u don't go K box, u can buy a few dozens of eggs! if u happen to know how to cook them, and others do not, u can reap super normal profit(otherwise known as 'abnormal' profit) because your market structure is a Monopoly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Speaking of K box, Wanying, Yvonne, Fang Yu, Kea Yee, Yinghan and me went K boxing after we handed in the orange abominable file. We went to a nearby gym and we practiced punching and kicking sandbags... hey! thats Kick Boxing not K boxing! Very Different ok! Ya so after we walked a long distance(a much longer distance thanks to the insightful 导游---our big sister Yvonne) we reached Serangoon MRT station. So we 历尽千辛万苦 finally reached the Chinatown K box. Wait! someTWO are not with us. Yes, 聪明的读者已经想到了吧... its the 封面人物 today! its the guy that will 到后来才孝顺 and Kimberly's mother's husband's daughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Under the cannot-object excuse of meeting their teacher they left me, a poor guy with 1,2,3,4,5 cannibals. Wait a minute, if they were to meet their teacher because of CCS matters, how come that yinghan never go? if they were to meet their teacher for the CLA project, why didn't i see wanping and jessiker? 看来他们两个非常'鱼她'(say in english)... 哈哈哈~所谓:欲加之罪,何患无辞? 你们两个就认命吧... That is susipicious point A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Suspicious point B. Do u all realise that Mrs Tan's daughter(hereby known as K) often or should i say only laugh loudly at the jokes of the guy that will only be filial at a later stage(hereby known as HS)? no matter how funny the other people's jokes can be... for example, Ah-Hem!*cough*  yah she will not LO(Laugh Out) as loud de. How come like that, 呢? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Suspicious point C. I believed many of you had been to a zoo before. But have you all seen a wolf and an elephant staying together before? It's either the elephant will trample the wolf or the wolf will eat the elephant right? But in this case it's different: The elephant will slap the wolf occasionally and the wolf will touch the elephant occasionally. 一个愿打, 一个愿挨(挨靠近的挨). Now cast the mysteries of the Bermuda Triangle aside, isn't this situation unusual? Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Therefore i will now conclude with a conclusion. The mysteries of the HS+K is definite one that we must invite the renowned detective that investigated the President Chen Water Flat to investigate. The FBI and CIA should also be informed of this suspicious incident so that we can raise the global awareness of this issue together. However, due to the sensitiveness of this issue, i will be more....SHHHOOOO!(飞刀破空声) WAA! *evades a flying dagger* .....careful in the future. Please, if you found me missing or dead, you will know who tried to 杀人灭口 le....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-109988511517736746?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/109988511517736746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=109988511517736746' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/109988511517736746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/109988511517736746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/11/mysteries-of-hsk.html' title='Mysteries Of The HS+K ...'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-109931656178696512</id><published>2004-11-02T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T21:42:41.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>外婆  （改编）</title><content type='html'>原作：        周杰伦&amp; Co.&lt;br /&gt;改编歌词：来到这里你还不懂的话，当真该打！&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天是外婆生日         我换上日常服装             &lt;br /&gt;载着外婆开着平凡的马赛地去圣淘沙         车里放着她的最爱         那就是我们的笑声&lt;br /&gt;往圣淘沙酒店开去为所有和我们的快乐揭开序幕      外婆她脸上的笑容        美丽且露出了欣慰&lt;br /&gt;失去了爱情却得到亲情        真是高兴        以前我们还以为逢年过节会过去探望就算是孝敬&lt;br /&gt;一天到晚拼了命        有钱却不报恩有什么意义&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;搭上单轨列车     绕圣淘沙一周         外婆欣赏美丽夜景&lt;br /&gt;她很喜欢陪伴     害怕孤独一人         有多少钱都没用&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;海底世界游玩     鱼儿她好喜欢         她笑的比海花灿烂&lt;br /&gt;来到海豚公园     看海豚在耍宝         有温情心不会老&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（武声） 哎呀今年外婆的生日       姨丈带我和外婆      跑到       她最最喜欢的圣淘沙岛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（舅舅声）  虽然我中奖却      没时间       不知道该笑不笑      我对着奖卷傻笑     只觉得自己可笑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（武声）  他没去    只好让我们一家代替他去&lt;br /&gt;                  我高兴    是因为看到外婆喜欢而高兴&lt;br /&gt;（合唱）  餐馆们根本不能体谅        大伙儿的钱包      好像随他们高兴就可以胡乱的开价&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（武声） 想在那里吃饱      钱包一定要饱         想节省开销肚子却一直在咆哮&lt;br /&gt;                  没吃饭没有力气      我还想四处玩玩     我告诉外婆     我不饿    离开了再吃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（合唱） 妈妈说不要为她省钱     这只是久久一次     只要外婆玩得开心    那才是一种鼓励&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（武声）  外婆露出了笑容    说我肩上有虫       大家的笑容     就让我感到比得奖它还要光荣&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song above basically described my whole stay in the Sentosa island with my grandma and my family. Yup special thanks to Jay Chou with his original &lt;外婆&gt; (hopefully he will not sue me for violating his copyright haha) you can purchase his CDs at $18+ in any CD-RAMA stores =)&lt;br /&gt;K will update soon de.  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog coming up next ...... “The mysteries of HSK”....&lt;br /&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/8362317-109931656178696512?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/109931656178696512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=109931656178696512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/109931656178696512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/109931656178696512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title='外婆  （改编）'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-109854125737591628</id><published>2004-10-24T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T22:20:57.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday+The LEAP Carnival</title><content type='html'>I have always believed in 慢工出细活... i think that a professional blog writer should always think deep, observe carefully, stretch thoroughly, bath properly DEN he writes a blog. Anyone who failes to do so cannot write fantastic bestseller blog post(cough)... Haphazard blog writing is a taboo for all self respecting blog writers. So i have decided to update my blog today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok there are quite alot of things worthy to be recorded into this post but due to time constraints i shall touch on all of them. Maybe you all might be wondering, "since you got time constraints how come you can still touch on all of them? " but thats how life after promos is haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago...ok maybe a big few days ago was someone's birthday! Yup it was none other than Elaine Phua from 04A7B!! Wow! it was quite an interesting celebration but since i am not her, i do not know what to write. But there is yet another darker and more horrifying secret... she has the SAME birthday as me!! Yup you are right. I was trying to 绕一大圈 to announce my birthday. 17 years ago a guy was borned. He was borned in the morning at the peaceful Mount Elizabeth Hospital. Now 17 years have passed and a towering young man sat before his computer typing a blog.... ok lah 废话 aside, 14 October was my birthday! Coincidentally it was also the 1st day of the LEAP Carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially we (me, houshun, kimberly and ying han) intended to go to the Moviemania to watch "Brotherhood" (well good thing we didnt) but we were reminded of the promise we made to the LEP club. we have to participate in this 问答比赛 thingy at LT2! I didnt want to go at first, thought it would be rather boring and time wasting. But Alas! How foolish i am to think that way! Dear Readers, please do not switch windows, stay tuned for the next paragraph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went through many questions that test us on all sorts of knowledge, from Chinese literature to Sports to many others 古里古怪 stuffs. Yinghan and Kimberly contributed quite alot in answering some of the questions like got 1 is ask who got the Olympic medal for Singapore dunno how many years ago. I didnt even know Singapore got receive any medals before lor! I thought Singapore is at most go into the 4强 and scare pple den in the end lose 1... But phew! Our great  intelligent diligent prudent resilient detergent Ying Han spoke. "陈浩亮" Saith YingHannie. “正确答案!” announced the MC. i took in a deep breath. 原来经常去K-Box 也可以增加知识的... Then they keep on say how pro i am, how 厉害 i am etc etc all the nonsense... Den i said " impossible to win 1 lah! Only smart and innocent and cute and adorable pple can win this kind of thing 1 lor! " ---------So i 顺理成章 proceed to the 第二回合.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd round was also quite disastrous. That Kimberly thought i know everything leh! She raised up her hands for every questions(it was 抢答题 by the way) Wah den got 1 so paiseh! She raised liao den i still thinking ( really have not a bit of idea what the answer is) den i have to give up my chance to other pple (i very good 1, not those 我得不到的东西谁也别想得到type =D ) After a long period of shouting and fighting(for chance to answer)... finally my group got into the finals. (Ying han u happy already? managed to defeat that 美丽极限. haha) Oops sorry i shoudnt have sidetrack haha. Oh yah there was this question where the other groups gave funny funny answers (except mine of coz muahaha) the question is : 长江后浪推前浪 den the answer is 一代新人换旧人(which our team got it muahaha) but the interesting part is the answers the other teams gave. what 长江死在沙滩上 lah, what 魔高一丈 lah (??? haha this 1 really out of point) so funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although our team lost in the finals (that i shall not elaborate, dun ask me , ask OCBC), but it was nonetheless an unforgettable experience. After the presentation of the prizes 林白燕老师 asked them to sing birthday song to Elaine and me, So sweet! (note: although i said sweet that doesnt mean that i really ate them or tasted them hor mind you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the fun we had during the 问答比赛, we moved on for the programs the school organised for us. It was some kind of drama that allows the audience to interact by changing the storyline at their will. Well personally i thought it was rather stupid as the whole modified story juz doesnt seemed to be well thought out and all the...ok nevermind, it was a good try, juz that we all 各花入各眼 lah. Den Yinghan was there pestering pple around her to help her blow balloons that were so cheapstake that when you blow them insufficiently they will become some obscene shapes that i will not describe in this pure and innocent blog. By the way this blog is meant for pple of all ages, from children to senior citizens to possible friends from Mars to the dogs in the streets that juz happened to know English. So no vulgarities nor obscenities will be posted in this blog. Ok back to the story. Due to yinghan's 交流广阔, alot of pple blowed the balloons for her lah. And it was rather irritating. Houshun and i have to guard the balloons from flying away whenever the fan blows leh~! Haiz suddenly realised how tough being a shepherd is. Then we have to apologise when a few 漏网之鱼 flew to the pple in front of us. Wah lao den they all looked 满面横肉,凶神恶煞 and hideous looking lor! so scary leh apologising to them, dunnoe whether they will bite me or not hahaha~!  Then Yinghan, kimberly,connie (ok lah houshun 被他们拉下水) gave me a birthday present! It was... (drums rolling) A Balloon! Wow! i dunno whether should i laugh or cry leh... it was very "经济实惠" though. Anyway now the balloon became very small liao, attracted alot of ants so irritating... sorrie hor gals 辜负妳们一片心意 =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after all the fun i had in school, i went home. My family was waiting for me and we went for a wonderful dinner at Breks with my 5th Aunt and my cute cousins. It was a good meal, though i had a diarrhoa before the meal haha.  Then it was quite interesting, there was 3 large group of pple in the Breks restaurant at that time(one of them is my group) . One of them, all dressed in black, started to sing Happy Birthday song to 1 of the girls. Den not long after the waiter came with 3 patheticly small pieces of cakes and sung the happy birthday song to me! haha then the black group was quite stunned to see another birthday boy in the same restaurant...=P We had a good time there. As i stepped out of the restaurant, i looked back and saw the 3rd group of people singing Happy Birthday to another guy... What a wonderful day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-109854125737591628?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/109854125737591628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=109854125737591628' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/109854125737591628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/109854125737591628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-birthdaythe-leap-carnival.html' title='My Birthday+The LEAP Carnival'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-109748264901946663</id><published>2004-10-12T07:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T16:17:29.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return Of The Blog Post</title><content type='html'>The Bestseller is back! After long periods of life without my blog i'm SURE all the readers must be dead worried and heartbroken. But LO! My blogs are back into the website! Only a single click and coldness will envelop you! Currently available at weiwu-lah.blogspot.com and any SISTIC outlets, advance booking is available, please sms 81134241 for further enquiries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it had been a very long time since my fingers typed continually for &gt;20 minutes. And, as it had always been, the length of my blog entries are always directly proportionate with the time since i last write an entry. The promos are OVER! So the walky dockey transmission will end soon... ( as you all know people using walky dockey always end with an "OVER" )  =) well i guessed my dear readers have found back the feelings of shivering while laughing now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the dreadful words "Promos Are Coming" are no longer heard among pitiful NYJCians. Now they are too busy choosing their future Polytechnics so that they will not be caught off guard when the results are out. Yes, the results will be coming out soon! Probably during next week. The counsellors are expected to be very busy when the results are out, busy stopping people from flocking into high-rise buildings....... to cry their sorrows away( why? You all must be thinking they want to commit suicide right? HA! Its only a promos what... Life goes on whatever results you get)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm based on the Economics' Law Of Diminishing Returns, I guess NYJC has reached its Point X. The J2 s next year will be significantly lesser. I just hope that 04A7B can still be 27 people next year... But, anyway the Exams are OVER! So the walky dockey transmission...Ok ok keep away your rotten eggs and shoes, i promised i wouldn't try to repeat the same cold joke again next time. It's enough to shiver once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always look on the bright side. Lesser schoolmates equals to emptier library, more seats, shorter queues, more oxygen, more available toilet cubicles, easier access to the computers in the library and so........ more blog entries can be posted!!! Yes yes! That is the most important and beneficial and exciting benefits right? * Nods very hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok regarding the papers. The GP paper was definitely devastating. My fingers were numb and COLD ( don't doubt. Its really cold! Just because i'm a Cold blog writer doesn't mean that i wouldn't suffer from coldness ok?) My legs were all soft like the Baby Diapers. But well phew! Thank God i managed to finish my essay with all the points i wanted to write in it. Yup i believed that it was God that really helped me when i was so afraid. =) I made alot of mistakes when i begin to write the essay on the City Life thingy. I failed to plan properly and it's like i was cancelling more than i was writing. I rewrote my essay 2 times! Leaving me a miserable 50 minutes to write this essay that have to be more than 600 words. But yah, the worst was over and the following papers went on smoothly. I mean RELATIVELY smoothly ok... some of them were still sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the storm was over. Bear with it ( not the bears in the Zoo hor ... its "TaHan" ) and life would be easier. There's a interesting lyrics from a Christian Song i heard in Church:   &lt;br /&gt;" And Darkness Shall Turn To Dawning, And Dawning To Noon Day Bright"  I think this song really depicts the whole Promos. Dear Readers, persevere in this school life and soon it will be over(haha i mean the misery will be over not SCHOOLING) ! =) Always remember 1 very important fact: My blog is always open for You! Hahaha  do not lose hope, muster your courage and Fight On! Majulah Readers( 前进吧，读者们) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have to deal with Project Work. What's Next? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-109748264901946663?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/109748264901946663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=109748264901946663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/109748264901946663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/109748264901946663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/10/return-of-blog-post.html' title='The Return Of The Blog Post'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-109602377861712190</id><published>2004-09-24T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T19:04:26.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About the chinese blog thingy and the LEAP Carnival ( not some jumping carnival i think)</title><content type='html'>Hmm i have read the readers' comments. For those who said that reading chinese is hard and those who gave up once they see chinese characters... Wah Lao eh! Call yourself a descendent of the Dragon! We are the great offsprings of the magnificent Chinese people that invented the compass and went down to Singapore as coolies that sometimes puff opium! Look back to your ancestors! They are all Chinese! What's in your blood? Chinese blood! What is the most interesting chess game? Chinese Chess! How can you forsake ur blood just like this?! Okay enough crapping, back to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the LEAP carnival's pulling-people-to-join day. There we are under the ruthless sun and exposed to all kinds of harsh elements and climate. Of course, the people that are the most happy are the freelancers club. The vegetables are there happily photosynthesising. Ok poking fun aside, it was quite an unforgettable experience. Houshun is also there as usual. He was trapped between 2 black cardboards that has wierd words written all over it that reads" What are you waiting for? Join the singing competition and be the star of tomorrow!" something like that. He was wandering about and from afar it looks as if a big square shaped Oreo cookie is walking around and terrorizing the people around him, trying hard to persuade them to join this competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noise level there was excruciating. People playing Rock music though not with rocks. The pugilistic society drummed the drums trying to burst everyone's eardrums except theirs. people pulling innocent passer-bys to join in their programs. The sun threatens to evaporate everyone except the always-photosynthesising vegetables. The wind blows at everyone on the track and they shivered, this time not because of any cold jokes. By the way everyone would like to hear some cold jokes, it was simply too unbearably hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry! All readers! Weep! My readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to end my blog now. Having our form teacher not far away behind me is simply too threatening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-109602377861712190?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/109602377861712190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=109602377861712190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/109602377861712190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/109602377861712190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/09/about-chinese-blog-thingy-and-leap.html' title='About the chinese blog thingy and the LEAP Carnival ( not some jumping carnival i think)'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-109577436352455066</id><published>2004-09-22T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T21:46:03.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>第一个中文布洛克</title><content type='html'>嘿~嘿！ 亲爱的读者朋友们一定非常的奇怪， 咦！怎么突然用中文来打布洛克呢？这作者在搞什么东东阿。。。 其实答案非常的简单。具体地说呢，因为本人的个人喜好。简单一点说呢，就是我爽啦！ 玩笑归玩笑， 事实上是因为身为华文精英中的精英，上等货中的高档物品：语。文。特。选。课。程。的学生，怎么可以一直打英文呢？~ （脸上一道亮光闪过）所以为了保存我们中国5000年文化，堂堂龙的传人（不是聋的传人哦~各位读者注意了）也就是在下我~只好选择用伟大的汉语来打这个布洛克了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;话说很久很久以前，（比很久还要久）在中国南方一个省份里。。。（哎呀看来你们的口水已经流到整个键盘了） 好吧还是回到日常生活。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天要谈的就是大家闻之丧胆的---屁大不优！（所谓：放的屁太大不是很优美也）唉~这屁大不优真的是把人性最丑陋的一面给逼了出来。有的人因为屁大不优跟自己的组员反目成仇，有的反而因此看见了一个人善良的一面。但依老夫看来，恐怕是弊多于利呀。。。问什么人都说屁大不优害苦了他们，有的还被屁大不优弄得嚎啕大哭了呢！如此一个可怕的东西，居然让他从魔界里逃了出来。。。虽然我们通过这屁大不优学习了很多，但仔细想想，真的需要如此吗？人在痛苦的时候学习得最快，但如果要学习的时候总是把痛苦加在自己身上，岂不是很可悲吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唉~用中文打布洛克还真是不容易呀！ 我就在此搁笔（其实不是笔拉，应该说“搁键盘“） 现在我得去为升学考试打拼了，各位莘莘学子们，考试加油！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-109577436352455066?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/109577436352455066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=109577436352455066' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/109577436352455066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/109577436352455066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html' title='第一个中文布洛克'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-109572898463016083</id><published>2004-09-22T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T09:27:26.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection on the previous War novel with a mirror</title><content type='html'>Sadness.Total sadness. Radiowaves,gamma waves, shockwaves, psychic waves of sadness radiated out from the spikes on top of my head. The previous post was deleted by the author himself. Almost no one appreciated it. It was so throw-face lor! This whole thing is like : you thought of a very nice joke and you had been thinking WAHAHA so funny then you can't wait to share it to your friends. After you said the joke you were laughing and rolling on the floor and the whole body was set to vibration mode. But like what the last sentence suggests, only YOU were laughing. All the people around you was like the Terracotta Army from the Qin Emperor's Tomb. They were just staring at you coldly." It was very dry." "i think it doesnt suit us" "It was quite boring"..... I felt like taking a plane and tie myself at the tip so that i can whelm REAL hard to the Great Walls Of China... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But TA~DA~ ... I'm still cheerful enough to accept criticism... I will "seek host elsewhere"... instead of writing magnificent masterpiece to uncultured barbarians. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i think this incident reflects quite alot of things. Sometimes we only looked for things that our ears wanted to hear and our eyes eager to see. Things that we wanted we say its Good. Things that are not our taste we turn around and condemn it. Most of the time we see things only from our own perception. Is that good? or is it Bad? Well almost no one can answer since they are still seeing from their perception only. Even this thing is seen from MY perception, so what else can i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently i am in the library. Kimberly and Houshun are discussing the GP stuffs a few seats from me(hopefully). Haiz i'm quite worried about the General Paper. By the way for your information, General Paper is a subject we took in Junior Colleges COMPULSORILY. It was not some kind of Military Officers that you thought it is, thankyou~ Although i passed the last Common test 2 with crawling colours(in contrast to flying colours), a 47.5/100 , I am still quite worried about this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as The Bible writes, " Do not worry for Tomorrow For tomorrow will worry about itself", i think its not very practical nor useful nor beneficial to worry about things that haven't happen. Yes you can plan things and you SHOULD. But isn't it more important to cherish every moments in your life now? Like now i'm cherishing this time to type my blog instead of doing homework... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright the break is ending soon and soon i have to break off this blog and go for my maths lecture. It is always interesting and interactive to go for Maths Lectures! OH Boy Oh Boy i just can't Wait to go for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its a good thing i brought along my pillow anyway......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-109572898463016083?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/109572898463016083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=109572898463016083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/109572898463016083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/109572898463016083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/09/reflection-on-previous-war-novel-with.html' title='Reflection on the previous War novel with a mirror'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-109548149001373892</id><published>2004-09-18T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T12:27:28.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What i have to say about Today(not the newspaper but really Today)</title><content type='html'>As a matter of fact actually i have nothing much to say todae. Todae is the LEP common test and i have finished it. To summarise the whole complicated + long process, 惊心动魄. I was struggling there and i was left with only 15 mins to do the 词语解释。。。 ITS　ＳＯ　鸟 lor... and to make things worse, the CLA people made alot of noise as they leave the lecture theatre. Why do they do that? Oh~ because they have just listened to a live stomach-grumbling concert during the test... =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But history always repeat itself, so i finished my paper. Todae the 短评is about 让生命多一些空白 which i think is quite true. The reason is very simple, i don't like black colour. Prefer white instead. Hmm the readers must be very pissed off, "what kind of answer is this?" "You really very 无聊 and lame lehx!! (han, 2004) " haha. But to think about this, we humans (sounds familiar isn't it? Read my second entry and you will know why) like to pursue many things in life. But do we really know what are we pursuing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i will end the serious stuffs here and leave the readers to go back and ponder about this. Back to lame stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todae after the test we went to Macdonalds at the Serangoon Central. We were quite surprised to see many vegetables there and the 'freelancers' club there ( don't ask me what is that, ask OCBC). After ordering from the counter girl who talked like a mouse and houshun and i had a hard time catching what she said, we sat down and enjoyed our meal. After finishing the so-so Mcmuffin burger, that guy came in. Well i agree with Carrot that yah he sure looks like Jay Chou, though Jay's nicer looking. I guess it is this 拽 look that he has bah. As usual, Carrot stopped any motion and simply peered at him. Haha sometimes i really wondered if he noticed this secret admirer or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrot is a strange girl. "No need to be with him, 只要远远的看着他就好了" sounds like some romance novels isn't it haha... well anyway the 'freelancers' club left not long after he came in(life is always full of similiar things, people moving and crossing each others' paths but we are too busy to just sit down and have a good time. Ok back to the story). And as usual Carrot just can't bear not to look at him. After she stepped out of the glass door she took a quick glance back, eager to just look at him once more time. I sat there motionless, it was like watching some kind of romance movie.&lt;br /&gt;"Love, love..." i smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-109548149001373892?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/109548149001373892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=109548149001373892' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/109548149001373892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/109548149001373892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/09/what-i-have-to-say-about-todaynot.html' title='What i have to say about Today(not the newspaper but really Today)'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-109541490027535686</id><published>2004-09-18T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T17:56:09.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prelude to the upcoming interesting blogs</title><content type='html'>wow... i actually created a blog account! This is definitely an amazing and incredible feat of the 21st century. hmm to begin with, the term i used ' Absolute Zero' actually refered to my cold jokes, as the blog goes on, dear readers, you will soon understand it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to start the ball rolling, you HAVE to apply a force on it. According to Newton's law, ( refer to your secondary physics textbook if you forgot) a body will continue to be in its state of motion unless a force is applied to it, then it will continue the motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above paragraph basically explains the term ' Absolute Zero'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Promos are coming. Students are flocking into the school library eager to absorb every little knowledge they can. Teachers are frowning everyday because of stress. Toilets stink because stressed students cannot control their bowels well. Singapore's economy is severely affected, the students just could not bear wasting time shopping. Egg prices are rising. No more half boiled eggs for pathetic students. Oral presentation is coming. Sales of toothpaste and toothbrush are expected to increase in time to come. Behold! This is the last sentence of this paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm todae i heard from houshun that Ms Tan, along with many other curious minds sat down in the cosy 5-60 room to discuss about 'the one'. To protect the privacy of 'the one', i shall sub all *slap and wriggle* into 'the one'(it gets kinda tiring after sometime but ah who cares). According to the narrative of houshun, student representatives stood up and handed numerous charges over to the judge, Ms Tan. CCS assistant chairperson, Kimberly, charged 'the one' with more than 12 offences including acting innocent, lying, practising TaiJi(pushing blame) and various others that are too dark for a innocent blog like this... As a ex-social studies student, i have successfully understood how Switzerland deals with her foreign affairs---Neutral. I have no charge, be it positive or negative, i am not an electron or a proton. Alas! do not be shocked! YOU ARE IN THE 'ABSOLUTE ZERO' land...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening to the witnesses and 原告s, Ms Tan stood emotionless. Please note that even though her surname is TAN, she does not have a TANned face and she looks like a snowwoman that suffered from Amnesia. Yet dark thoughts creeped into her minds and she has come to a decision. "Lets call it a day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard all these through the sour mouth of houshun during the Maths lessons. The 'freelancers' club besides us continued with their daily Bo-Liao-ing(not Lao-Sai-ing). Screams could be heard from Carrot and the other horrible and terrible vegetables. Alas! What they have done cannot be written down in this blog! It is too dark and sinister even for English...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update soon. Kindly add a comment(preferably some cash for this wonderful article) to encourage the crippled and freezing author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-109541490027535686?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/109541490027535686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=109541490027535686' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/109541490027535686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/109541490027535686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/09/prelude-to-upcoming-interesting-blogs.html' title='A Prelude to the upcoming interesting blogs'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362317.post-109543389378461785</id><published>2004-09-17T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T12:29:30.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Friends and ‘the one'</title><content type='html'>After reading various comments from my beloved friends, i have decided to write another article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time to study for the LEP common test tomorrow. My heart is pounding like the London Pounds. It wanted to jump out of my feeble body like what China athlete Liu Xiang did to the obstacles. However, due to the television-news-effects(the GP common test 2 comprehension thing), my attention span is greatly reduced. Besides that, the various comments posted and houshun's never ending crap prompted me to write a 2nd draft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have successfully finished studying for my 捕蛇者说, basically its about some snakes thing and there is this pathetic snake catcher that just hated paying taxes. So the author 柳宗元 wrote this essay in a narrative style that criticises the bad points of heavy taxes. I think this article is basically about some animals issues lah, maybe criticising the act of hunting animals illegally. Maybe some zoo companies sponsored 柳宗元 to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to serious issues. We will start to analyse the future of Singapore's economy. But to prevent any damage to the readers' computers due to some kind of falling-asleep-while-using-computer thing, i shall not touch on that topic. You guys probably have enough of Econs due to Houshun's distant relatives some 500 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah basically i agree with houshun's comment that it is terrible to have no friends. When you are happy, there's no one to laugh with you. When you are sad, there's no one to comfort you. Actually if we look at this world critically enough, Man is just hopeless.(when i say Man i mean humans so this includes woman also ok?) Hypocrites just simply lurk in every corner and you will never know whether they are true to you or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Bible it writes, " People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful,unholy, without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self control, brutal, not lovers of the good, treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasures rather than lovers of God" 2Timothy 3:2~4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we take a close examination to the whole world around us, isn't it so? We may deceive ourselves that those murders, terrorism, sick crimes are the minor exceptions. But this revealed something, isn't it? We humans are moving on towards destructions. It is not Global Warming that will destroy this Earth, nor is it Nuclear warfare, it is humans themselves. As we believe that we can live our lives anyway we like, we actually forsake morality. Sometimes we even foolishly think that we can be gods ourselves, but when disasters and temptations come, the truth will strike us heavily. Man is Finite, there is a limit to their wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Confucius says, " Whenever a group of friends walk together, there will be a person that is worthy to be my teacher. Learn from the good and correct yourself if both of you share the same weakness" So before we criticise her and saying all the wrongs about her, examine yourself first. Did we actually cared for her in the first place? Did we give her the recognition and friendship that every human deserves? Did we distance ourselves away from her? My observation is that what she did to all the friends around her is because of 1 simple reason. She wants recognition. Her " han noh han noh" and "yah lor yah lor" is to find something common between she and her friends. Why did she push the blame to ying chin when the documents were lost? Would a person risk being disliked by his teammates if he is already very unpopular? When i look at her and hear all the rumours about her, i really pitied her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always this kind of person around, seeking mere recognition from the friends around her. The only difference is that some of them hid this desire deep in their hearts, while some showed it out. I'm not surprised when Mdm Goh Mui Lian said that she wanted to protect her, she indeed needed the care from us dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm haha sorrie if the readers could not switch the channel smoothly because suddenly my blog went so serious. But i think as a human living on this Earth with only 1 life, we really have to think deep into the issues that we face everyday. Haha don't worry this kind of article will be jiu3 jiu3 yi1 ci4... (maybe i can consider alternating lameness and seriousness, that might be fun...) Well if the readers could not agree with my points then just treat this article as my relief of stress bah, this thing has been troubling my heart for sometime... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362317-109543389378461785?l=weiwu-lah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/feeds/109543389378461785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362317&amp;postID=109543389378461785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/109543389378461785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362317/posts/default/109543389378461785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiwu-lah.blogspot.com/2004/09/about-friends-and-one.html' title='About Friends and ‘the one&apos;'/><author><name>Weiwu LAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816095065622815005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
