<?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-25957331</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:49:10.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pens and papers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-2258137680072248681</id><published>2007-12-04T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T04:37:23.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ok. i made a mistake. prom is on wed( the fifth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not on tuesday ( the fourth )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i made so many arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh what the hell.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-2258137680072248681?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/2258137680072248681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=2258137680072248681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/2258137680072248681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/2258137680072248681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/12/ok.html' title='what the hell'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-8589442449769749298</id><published>2007-12-01T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T07:02:39.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A change</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahahaa. finally decided to change the template. actually wanted another template. but i just couldnt get it to work.so this will have to do for now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update after tomorrow, which is prom nite:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-8589442449769749298?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/8589442449769749298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=8589442449769749298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/8589442449769749298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/8589442449769749298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/12/change.html' title='A change'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-7839680645111433642</id><published>2007-11-23T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T05:58:19.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been a long time since i blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mainly because of a lvls. well. a lvls was alrite. pretty much ok. although i think my maths and econs had some mistakes. hope i do well. sacrifice alot just to study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so funni that during o lvl, i studied and neglected so many things. like keeping fit. so this time a lvl i told myself to exercise while studying hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just repeated again. lol. everything i 段练( i cant remember how to write the first word. so just read it out.. remember i onli got B for chinese. not A. so forgive me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.. maybe i will just update everything that has happened since my last entry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its onli apporiate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much from late july till nov. i was studying. no other words to describe it. nth interesting. somehow it became a competition with my classmates of how long we study. or at least i made it become a competition. and its always abt how much i know more than them or at least some of them.. so weird.. becoming competitive over such stuff when its most impt that everyone  does well. then again if i think that way, wont more places in uni be filled up?? hmm. i plan to study business in uni. or at least thats what i intend to at this moment in my life. hopefully i make the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found out when im enlisting. april:) its quite late. i find it so sad for those people that failed napfa and thus have to go enlist in december.. its quite sad u know. because they never put in effort into training for their napfa. believe that everyone can get silver and above. i don know. maybe some of them, their bodies are just not suited?? for me i got gold and pes A.  didnt get full marks for napfa cause i got C for 2.4km run. so sad. im not the type to run for long distances and i don enjoy training for it. all i know that for this kind of runs. once u stop and start walking, its the end. have to push urself. cause once u stop, u can be pretty assured u are going to walk alot more than u are going to run. always think doing gym will help u get fit. just depends how u do it. there is the body builder type and the fit type. where body builder type is so big and bulky but when u do sports with that type of frame, u are so slow and stuff. while fit is more lean and defined. i don know. i always told people that. especially when i use to do gym in SA and talk with the fitness people. always made a face when i saw the rugby people training. cause always felt they think they are so strong and muscular when they arnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lame. why i talk abt this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched a show recently. stardust. quite nice. sweet. wonder if real life realli is liddat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a ps3. been waiting for it since starting to study a lvl. haha. i got the gAmes nba 2k8, fifa 08, enchanted arms and assasin's creed. nice.:)  hoping for more rpg games. cause playing sports game to much just seem repetitive. been playing enchanted arms which is a rpg game which is pretty alrite.. it didnt get good reviews. oh well. its a free game. but im not a veri fussy game. i actually kind of like it. although the dialouge is kind of weird in the sense that its just picutres and words below for us to read. not much of realli seeing the characters talking to each other while moving and interacting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope final fantasy 13 comes out before april. even though its probably a low chance. heard they want to have a world launch whereby both japanese and english version will come out simultaneously. usually its jap first then a few months later its english. haha. i find it so good that the ps3 can assess internet and use to watch videos, hear mp3s and others. ( but of coz it must be in the hard drive.) ours is the 80 gig version. dad preferred so. said beta to get it. it cost 1k with the controllers and stuff. not counting some of the games i bought. oh dearie me. so much...own my dad big time. thanks. i agreed to pay for the games while he paid for the console. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanting to play more bball. suprisingly although im veri unfit and haven touch bball for several months. i still can play pretty alrite. :) hoping to become strong. wont it be cool if i shoot three point from the nba three point line?? for now. that shot is not impossible for me. but just a low percentage shot. bleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. hopefully i have more interesting things to update on pretty soon:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-7839680645111433642?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-6397479137348933805</id><published>2007-06-15T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T06:43:38.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. sorri for not updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been kinda busy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now my ankle is loads loads beta. can run:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be taking part in swift this sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means i have to tape my ankle like mad. oh well. its actually not that bad taping it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain goes away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i throw well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week every morn go vs for trng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then study at nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the occasional ps2 playin with marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time pass by quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back is starting to hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so prone to pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. will update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50metre=target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-6397479137348933805?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/6397479137348933805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=6397479137348933805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/6397479137348933805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/6397479137348933805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/06/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-8967239387597706123</id><published>2007-05-28T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T06:31:19.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;right ankle is beta:) twist turn is ok:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;can walk for short distances. like in my room? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;haha. yay:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;50metres ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-8967239387597706123?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/8967239387597706123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=8967239387597706123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/8967239387597706123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/8967239387597706123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/05/right-ankle-is-beta-twist-turn-is-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-8988988470138905498</id><published>2007-05-25T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T19:41:21.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sprained My ankle:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;doesnt look good. still cant walk. and this means no trng. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;curses. nth is going good man.. i hope i can recover in a week or two. BIG HOPE. sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;will be going to sch for lesson with crutches i think. since i still cant walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;okok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;miss ka..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;50metres=target&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-8988988470138905498?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/8988988470138905498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=8988988470138905498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/8988988470138905498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/8988988470138905498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/05/sprained-my-ankle-doesnt-look-good.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-8781440977350371483</id><published>2007-05-22T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T06:16:56.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/RlLlZI7wiII/AAAAAAAAAAk/YV0K1Ds63rI/s1600-h/DSC00767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067364750802847874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/RlLlZI7wiII/AAAAAAAAAAk/YV0K1Ds63rI/s200/DSC00767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;-- my overall mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;( look like monkey :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i copied this mood thing from a fren. thot i try it for fun. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kinda tired now. classmates were tired too. want evidence?? i got it:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/RlLl9o7wiKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/abY843Fwqrc/s1600-h/DSC00817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067365377868073122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/RlLl9o7wiKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/abY843Fwqrc/s200/DSC00817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope they don see this. wahahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;been having craving for sweet stuff. SO! i been eating this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/RlLmko7wiLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LK4VZzeGZdE/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067366047882971314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/RlLmko7wiLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LK4VZzeGZdE/s200/DSC00822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its sweet, thick and nice:) it may look gross in this picture. but its the only thing that i deem healthy yet nice to eat. its yogurt. ( i hope i spelt correctly )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;last week had loads of test. most important was spa. physics spa. luckily it went well:) but i screwed up my tests. haha. spa is more important since it affects a lvl directly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;photo taking was yesterday. and i didnt even know. haha. and i conditioned hair the day before. haha. diao. so it was flat the whole day. die. my picture in the year book is gonna be nonsense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. we took a picture with red's cam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/RlLndo7wiMI/AAAAAAAAABE/KaGHFnrNi-g/s1600-h/Tsl3_493b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067367027135514818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/RlLndo7wiMI/AAAAAAAAABE/KaGHFnrNi-g/s400/Tsl3_493b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my hair. argh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last saturday. went for physics mock paper. horrible horrible horrible horrible. i shld have stayed at home. instead go there to remind myself how unprepared i am for a lvls. sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didnt feel good. cold. alot of green substance. * eeeeee*. so went home rest. studied abit too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guitar concert was on that nite. so i got ready ba. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met zen at 7.20pm i think.. she was late, having rushed all the way from home. . which was ok.. i got to buy the stuff for the guys. thot she looked pretty that nite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;took cab there. guitar concert started le. overall. it was ok. a few mistakes, but still hearable. although the junior rock band was nonsense. my ear drums almost broke.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thot i had a good time that nite. didnt know i screwed it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can i turn back time?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today trng was more easy. elbow didnt feel good. plus it rained. so i decided to train in sch. elbow hurts becoz of throwing i guess. ya its sad. but i still wanna throw at until the end of nationals. so wad can i do? trained too hard to just give it up now. if i was to give it up now, i may as well have not trained. study like mad and become some eighty pointer rite. ( like some zachary guy ). but i would just have a meaningless life in my teens rite. ya maybe wen thye is rite about how i will regret it in the future. but i mean, i just wanna focus on it for one more month. cant i? sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, apparently cannot wear the track jersey. which is a suprise. didnt know. and i been wearing it at gombak the whole time. although i don wear it when i throw. ( if u get wad i mean ). did loads of speed work. sprinting and running up stairs. nice to feel my butt ach:) don know if its a good thing to see girls looking. don know if they find my track shorts funny or smth else. bleh! kiwi said my arm got bigger. lol. that means i have not trained with them for a long time. until they forget wad size it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. this is lame. this is a lame entry. but i just wanna get things off my chest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate having to be studying and thinking about so many other stuff. it sucks. sometime pounding music into my ears help. but most of the time it doesnt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im just lost la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grrrrr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope the next time i blog. it be a happier one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. bye bye!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50metre= still my freaking target. aim big. thats wad i believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-8781440977350371483?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/8781440977350371483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=8781440977350371483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/8781440977350371483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/8781440977350371483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-overall-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/RlLlZI7wiII/AAAAAAAAAAk/YV0K1Ds63rI/s72-c/DSC00767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-8719787865432629786</id><published>2007-05-12T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T22:40:53.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had chem spa last wed. went well. could finish it and write everything i know on the paper. much beta than my mock chem spa whereby i did not finish and had the bold red words " Dylan, are you trying to fail your a lvls?" on it when i got it back .haha. thanks to ms su.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trng has been good so far. wished i live near gombak. so i can train there everyday. but i dont. so i onli train there max three times a week. usually 2. nationals in around 8 weeks. don know if i shld feel nervous. don realli feel so yet. maybe when its veri close ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a new phone:) cos my old phone spoilt after i dropped it. so ironic becoz i dropped it numerous times. and it never spoilt. .... oops. now i understand why it spoilt. haha. guess that was the final blow huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50metres=target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-8719787865432629786?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/8719787865432629786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=8719787865432629786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/8719787865432629786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/8719787865432629786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/05/had-chem-spa-last-wed.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-8197779848587539326</id><published>2007-05-05T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T09:59:53.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Parent Meet Tutor (PMT) day. nver a good thing u know. haha, which was exactly wad i felt after the session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr lee told my parents i am distracted in class. and he asked me why i am so. didnt know the answer, so mr lee kept on saying that i am chasing a girl, hence my distractness. seriously don understand how someone concludes that one is chasing a girl through looking at the face of the person. and that the face of the people looks distracted. HOW COME&gt; so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother told me she woke up in the morning, dreaming that i am chasing girlS. OMG. this is nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to confirm. i aint. i aint enough money to do that. aint ready to commit. and etc. seriously. life is busy enough as it is. with studies and trng and all. bleh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday on the day of PMT. i ended sch at 1.30. so i rushed over to gombak stadium. started trng at 3.45. ended at 5.30. rush back to sch. reached at 6.30. then have the PMT session. aint i busy. the day would have been great man. i had a reasonablely good throwing session, and my body wasnt giving me much trouble. and i was getting breathless from throwing. not sharp pains or wadsoever. but just pure tireness. which means i am using my whole body more than just using my freaking arm to throw. which totally kills it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Ma now tells me to continue throwing in the way i am throwing now. his only complaint is that i have to be much faster at the last part. whereby my right foot is being planted into the track and pushing forward. guess i will try that next trng:) it helps to break down the throw and work on the different aspects. trng is realli my leisure nowadays. i rather train than spend m time plaeing ps2 or youtubing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Hosni wants me to do bench press, bicerp/tricerp curls everyday. which is abit nuts. i dont realli have access to it on weekends especially. so i resort now to doing loads of push ups, dips and other stuff at home. on weekends and days whereby i onli do throwing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished my napfa. GOLD. it seems that i always only get the GOLD in the last year of each school i study in. i onli got gold during p6 in Ngee Ann Primary. Gold in sec 4 at Victoria School. and now Gold at j2 in SAJC. weird huh. i got 28 pts. out of thirty. pretty decent i guess. 2.4km run killed me. i got a C for it. the rest i cleared pretty easily. i jogged/stride in the shuttle run and still clocked 9.4.. wonder if i can do sub 9 if i went all out?? haha. hu cares man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting to be more serious in studies. nowadays i study with my screen plugged out ( computer screen). i first on the media player. then take out the screen. so at least i still have some music:) already memorised all the hot key for the media player. like control + P is to play/pause. Control  + S is to stop. and etc.  does get irritating when i aint satisfied with the current song playing. So im like pressing next song over and over again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was the sch choir's concert. at city hall. went with iven,chin pin, justin and zhe hui. concert was nice. had its funny moments. i ate be4 and after the concert. alot man.. at the end of the day. i ate a steak, muffin, subways' sandwich and double scoop from the ben and jerrys. FATTTTTTTTT. so i exercised when i came home. otherwise i will feel wrong. weird huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys were talking abt the pretty j1 girl in choir. haha. and she was. but short. her actions during singing the song from Sister Act 2 was cool too. think the song was called " JOYFUL " something. part of the lyrics were like " joyful joyful, .......adore you." the rest of the choir girls movement were pretty stonelike. they were suppose to be snapping their fingers. instead some were just pressing their fingers together. ahlamak. nth to say. GG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i guess that quite alot i have typed huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise i will update soon. instead of updating only after two weeks :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mornz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50metres= my target still&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-8197779848587539326?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/8197779848587539326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=8197779848587539326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/8197779848587539326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/8197779848587539326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-3387363852575847914</id><published>2007-04-20T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T09:02:02.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh well... thanks to SHi Wei, i've got to answer this quiz thingy... about my 6 weirdest/most unusual habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i like to touch my hair for some reason. when im nervous, bored, studying and waiting for people. something liddat. my mother nags at me for doing so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i do no.2 during lectures. many times. usually in math or econs lecture. somehow my body works that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i can eat like a very heavy meal. but be hungry rite away in 10 mins. and it always happen in school. ( smth wrong with sch food?? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In the toilet, after i wash my hands, with some remaining water on my hands, i like to clap my hands one time. don know why.. find it funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i have a fetish for singlets and tank tops. if i could have it my way, i wear it wherever i go. however, i don. because evil people will gossip. haha. box them ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i change my mind easily. ( don wanna elaborate ):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its been ages since i update. no time i guess. laziness too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as expected, results were horrible. one of last few in class. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently been kinda into playing basketball again. haha. which is a bad thing. shld be studying or doing trng, or piano. where got time for other things. sigh. silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i came to the conclusion. do gym and u will find basketball easier. especially treys:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rested my back for like 2 weeks. and i thot it was fine le. and it did feel that way. so i went back to throwing on wed. becoz of compe coming up. turns out pain is still there. not the worst pain i felt so far. but its there. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is competition. singapore juniors. borrowed  a belt from thong en. to suppport my back. tried it already. back feels loads beta. hope it feels this way tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow competition is gonna be tough. with 28 throwers. sigh. as usual, first aim top 8 before trying to knock down people. if im lazy, all i  have to tell myself is to throw as far as possible. haha:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. if bicerps reflects the distance i throw, then i think it be a good distance. too bad it doesnt work this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, alot been on my mind recently. at times just feel lost, emo. feeling sucks. gosh, i don wanna tok abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, competition is tomorrow. wish me luck. will update the results tomorrow after the competition. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50metres=my target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. the competition is 800g again. argh. i  haven thrown a 700g for competition yet. darn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-3387363852575847914?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-3168447569815756627</id><published>2007-04-07T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T09:47:26.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suddenly wish im in ite.. argh. whereby parents will know my studies cant make it and wont have high hopes. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did manage to complete some work. work that is dued on monday. they gave us more homework jsut because friday was a holiday. so stingy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl told me she was watching a show called " one litre of tears". and i was curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its touching and in a way addictive. but managed to keep under control. only watched two episodes. go search for it on youtube or wiki. its realli something worth watching or reading abt.&lt;br /&gt;tells us how being alive is already a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was national juniors. rained like mad. so only the 100metre dashes cld be completed. none of sajc sprinters made it thru to the semis:( but felt that they did pretty alright. proud of them. this is just competition experience for u all ( since none of u were in track be4 jc). so use this vaulable experience and u will surely do better for the next comepetition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my competition is 21st april. in a way i cant wait for it.. cause i want to see how far i can throw the 700g now. no idea how far am i throwing now. plus throwing at gombak means i have to throw training javelins all the time. not the competition javelins. not that i am complaining. pretty sure tat the competition javelin feels like paper weight to the training javelin. even though they are the same weight. i think its because of the centre of gravity??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back is pretty much ok. still got sharp pains at the left side of my back. lower area. but other than that, im ok:). walking home today from the bus stop, i was crazy and did a few shadow throws. and my back felt alright. yippe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i feel that once someone tells u its over, u shld just accept the fact and not pester anymore. it does get pathetic. o.O just some random thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. ntiez/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5ometres=my target ( hard sia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-3168447569815756627?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/3168447569815756627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=3168447569815756627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/3168447569815756627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/3168447569815756627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/04/suddenly-wish-im-in-ite.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-7575931437959038969</id><published>2007-04-05T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T10:20:40.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back been recovering fine:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can run and jump. no pain:) not sure abt throwing though.. will have to see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did gym today. with the fact that i have not done gym in 3/4 weeks, it was pretty alright. will have to get back strength in time for national juniors on the 21st april. go Suppport SAJC track!! haha. its a bukit gombak. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studies ah.. bad. flunk alot. seeing people like ming de and cheryl doing so well. and im at the opposite end. ah... haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise to buck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so disturbed abt that thing in sch. wish rengfu didnt tell me. then i wouldnt notice. now that i do, i notice it alot. shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if thats how she feels like??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol kk. nitez. sleep le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50metres=my target still&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-7575931437959038969?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-933658927762863050</id><published>2007-03-31T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T10:04:26.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my back got worse today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cldnt stand up or sit down without groaning like mad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was becoz i was throwing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks alot to my dad who helped me massage it.. THANKS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; celebrated marcus birthday today with cousins. although his birthday is actually Tues. think we will haev a more private one then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. :) nitez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50metres=my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-933658927762863050?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/933658927762863050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=933658927762863050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/933658927762863050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/933658927762863050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-back-got-worse-today.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-6359714979979812055</id><published>2007-03-29T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T09:05:55.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my back hurts alot.. pain. sigh.. this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studies suck. trng being cancelled cause i am not fit enough. sigh. other things too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50metres=my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-6359714979979812055?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/6359714979979812055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=6359714979979812055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/6359714979979812055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/6359714979979812055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-back-hurts-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-5381984683558046510</id><published>2007-03-23T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T10:51:12.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. sorri for my "disappearing act". &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things to update. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went for all comers meet. got fifth. threw 37.92m with the 800g in the men's open. for those who don realli understand the system. C division ( under 15) is 600g, B and A (under 17) is 700g while 800g is for all age as long as u are a man. haha. i did set two targets. i only achieve one. first not to lose any1 younger than me. second to throw past fourty. i onli achieve first one.hmm. i had six throws. i fouled twice. and my javelin tail hit the floor twice. sigh. tend to neglect my arm when i throw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are some pictures from the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/RgQQyEtjG8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8RdaFZfv2-w/s1600-h/1stallcomers07_cd2_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045175935006088130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/RgQQyEtjG8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8RdaFZfv2-w/s320/1stallcomers07_cd2_006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/RgQRcUtjG9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/IVphC5l9CG8/s1600-h/1stallcomers07_cd2_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045176660855561170" style="FLOAT: left; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now coach will be focusing on the other aspects of my throws. one more month to the next competition. cant wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as for exams. sigh. kinda bad i feel. don think i was very prepared for it. nvm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finished physics on friday. then watch mr bean with my classmates. funny:) though abit nonsensical. enjoyable overall:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that i went to vjc. to see my juniors throw for sports day, help them with the measurements and for me to throw abit. which i did. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went out for dinner and i made a fool of myself when i sweat alot just because i was eating mee rubus. but it was so nice. cheap too:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going to train the whole week next week. this one week break from training has made me fat and lazy. bye bye snicker bars!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kk. nitez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50metres=my target still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-5381984683558046510?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/5381984683558046510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=5381984683558046510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/5381984683558046510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/5381984683558046510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/03/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/RgQQyEtjG8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8RdaFZfv2-w/s72-c/1stallcomers07_cd2_006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-4058337451082007267</id><published>2007-03-17T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T09:27:50.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back:) sometimes feel no1 reads this. so abit lazy to go update. haha. ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the holis has been passing by rather slowly though i expected it to be over quickly, with there being g12, training, studies and 1st all comers meet. but it wasnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training has been a mixture of emotions. sometimes i like the throws but other times it just sucked to the max.. will be competing in the men's open javelin(800g) in 13 hrs and 14 mins. sigh. stress.  i want to at least hit a 40. so it will prove that i can throw at least a 40 for the 700g. ya. something like that. but training has been showing me otherwise. gets frustrating alot of times. saw the start list for the competition. think there are elike 3/4 20 yr plus old guys, 3 jc throwers( including me) and the rest are secondary school. seriously dont want to lose to even one secondary student and the other njc guy. i will feel like crap. the other jc guy is like the champ for b and c division a few years back. ~STRESSSS~ . nvm. just make sure i put all my strength into the javelin first. make sure the top 8 is there be4 i try to do things that i have not practiced enough to try out.. realli, its one of those things where if u do it properly, u throw far. but if u dont, u throw badly.. i even have the butterflies lo. and its like not a major competition .jeez. cant imagine nationals man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studies been alrite.. maths i been like copying off the answer sheet while trying to understand. it works i guess. not the best way to study though. applied it to physics too. chemistry been doing notes... haven touch any ques except physical chem. econs. hardly any. think i will do badly for gp too. haven realli been reading up on current issues. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is like so negative.. jia luck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note. i now wear contacts. even though i haven realli wore it alot. coz there being no time and stuff. haha. will wear it for the competition though. haha. hope it helps:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. thats all i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so gonna throw as if my life depends 0n it.. hope my arm wont break. haha. kk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitez. or mornz. ( its 12.26 am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metre=my target still&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-4058337451082007267?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/4058337451082007267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=4058337451082007267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/4058337451082007267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/4058337451082007267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-back-sometimes-feel-no1-reads-this.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-3409962411874232482</id><published>2007-03-09T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T07:58:30.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>think it has become a thing whereby i only update my blog on fridays. haha. aww. shall try to update more frequently.:) promise that i update at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch been pretty depressing i guess. alot of school work i don realli know. especially math. suddenly wonder if it was the right thing to not have tuiton during jc. especially with my "last minute chiong" attitude. well, at least the last part of math hw i could understand. have the feeling that my math teacher isnt fond of me. and i plan to ask for consultation from her. argh. and did i mention that i think i misplaced my j1 math notes?? man. this is getting bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been going down to bukit gombak stadium for training. train under this coach from china. he is BIGGGGGG. haha. main reason why i train under him is for his coaching in my throwing technique. which has not been very good. not going to bore u all with my training stuff. just going to say that my legs are too slow and my arm is too anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. this lonely boy is going off now. BB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50metres=my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-3409962411874232482?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/3409962411874232482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=3409962411874232482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/3409962411874232482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/3409962411874232482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/03/think-it-has-become-thing-whereby-i.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-8796970834847397424</id><published>2007-03-02T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T08:03:12.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOO. think i last updated a week ago or so. haven been touching this blog for some time. busy i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studies still so so. feel that math is still the worst. at least physics test i can do on par/ slight above average. sigh. but math. *vomit bloodz*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always like a zombie when im in sch. teacher scold me when i fall asleep in class. sigh. its always like moment im listening, then my mind start to wander. then i think about other stuff. next thing u know, u are being nudged by ur classmates to wake up. worst still is that sometimes we draw on people faces when they are sleeping. sadly, i did that first.. so of coz, he got his revenge on me. and i went thru 2 hrs of not knowing i look like a 3 eye freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spa is coming soon too. but having heard so much about it from other frens from other classes. i think should be ok. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA. i got back my chinese results. a lvl. i got B. :) pleasant suprise cause i didnt study alot for it. coz now the chinese paper is like u must understand the passage then answer. not like memorising stuff and others. haha. its ironic also because my chinese is sucky. so getting a better chinese score than others is kinda funny. haha. ya. track teacher was like asking me wad did my chinese teacher do. and i said nth. cause i didnt learn much from him. so my track teacher was like oh, ok. basically, he means its so weird that i can get B and do better then others when there are many others who probably deserve it more or are just better in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training. hmm. managed to do increase my bench now.:) its not RM but at elast i know its heavier than last time. 95 kg. bench 95, which is like 131% my weight. am  aiming for 1.5 in the near future. the last time it was 125%, three weeks back i think. when i did 95kg, did it four times onli. so its not RM, yet i wish i could do heavier. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she min came back today. so she was kinda coaching me. telling me how i have to now be doing explosive weights and not strength type of weights anymore. technqiue wise, she was also telling me to push my behind leg more and longer. which i had alot of problems with. even when i feel myself pushing and twisting the leg, she says its not enough. sigh. guess changing techniques isnt that easy:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be training at gombak on saturday morning. under this china coach. scary becoz i don think i be able to speak chinese well enough. and they say first impressions are very important:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, im taking part in 1st allcomers meet:) its on a sunday and the sunday before my gp paper. stress. am aiming to throw over 40 for this compe. oh ya, its men's open so the javelin is heavier. haha. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro lost his phone. that sucks. the thing i cant stand is how people have the heart to just take away what is not theirs without thinking about how the real owner is thinking right now. the phone wasnt cheap and my brother is probably upset. guess he will have to be more careful from now onwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. got to sleep. rest is impt:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50metres =my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-8796970834847397424?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/8796970834847397424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=8796970834847397424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/8796970834847397424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/8796970834847397424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/03/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-3355622112419132201</id><published>2007-02-26T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T08:24:26.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it sure has been awhile since i last update. guess i was too lazy:( cny more or less is over and its enuff of the tempting snacks. ( pineapple tart. oh man) and time to be back to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studies: starting to feel the groove. some of the topics are becoming easier for me to understand. though i still don get it for some. musnt do badly for BT1. noooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;china relatives left singapore last saturday. must say things have quiet down since their departure. now dinner isnt that nice. used to have so many dishes. now so little. sianz. im a pig. china relatives invited us to their hometown during the dec holidays. must say i think im interested and would love to see their hometown. haha. also to make use of the time to improve my chinese:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have not thrown for some time. suppose to throw tomorrow at gombak. but coach says there may be some changes. hope i can throw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. i cant think of wad else to say. sorri:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will make my entries more interesting soon. i hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metres=my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-3355622112419132201?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/3355622112419132201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=3355622112419132201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/3355622112419132201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/3355622112419132201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-sure-has-been-awhile-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-7029394290286530422</id><published>2007-02-20T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T08:33:29.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been tiring the past few days. and now it kinda late. sigh. so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my relatives from china have reach singapore. on monday at 5am. instead of the usual visiting relatives routine, this year my family have to entertain the visitors. its been alright so far. fun too. one of them is my niece and she is 6.5 yrs old. very hyperactive. haha. oh ya. they all only speak chinese and not english. so i have to speak chinese alot. and im not good in it. haha. training me i guess. they intend for me and marcus to go over there to stay for a some time during the dec holidays i think? haha. sounds interesting i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be training at victoria. been eating loads of oily, fatty, sinful things during cny. so i have to burn it off. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. my spare specs broke again. wanna know why?? ask marcus. haha. now wearing my harry potter specs. so ma lu. haiz. im either going to buy contacts or buy a spec made of rubber or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. im tired and my butt is sticking to the floor. haiz. nitez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shld be mornz actually....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50metres=my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-7029394290286530422?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/7029394290286530422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=7029394290286530422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/7029394290286530422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/7029394290286530422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-been-tiring-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-601100654003228286</id><published>2007-02-17T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T09:25:30.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;its finally here. and it brings along 4 four days of no school,training and LWT.  that so rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of coz i will still have to use some time to study. :( \&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only came to school coz i felt that the cny celebrations would be interesting. it was. the " project hong pao runway " was funny. our class model looked so wrong in the outfit. couldnt stop laughing. thank god it wasnt me. during the event, the other models from other classes were funny too. laughed my head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the performance in the CC was good too. though it had its boring moments. fell asleep during the last few moments of the guitar essemble performance. so guilty. cos justin and zhe hui from my class were playing. haiz. :( i kept on eating too. was very hungry. especially since the cafe was full of people and only opened two stores. so i was munching on tibbits. bad me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the whole thing ended. went to ps with some of class people. hang around. ate. did my business there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. then trng was 4.30 at gombak. and it was like 2. everyone went home and it was so troublesome to go home first. called people but they were far away or busy. so what did i do? i went to the mrt station. the wall be4 the ezlink tapping thing? just sat down and slept. slept till 3. take mrt to gombak. reach there at 3.45. go inside the stadium. then sleep again till 4.15. haha. im a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;then it rainnedddddddd. coach wanted me to throw. so now that i couldnt, i spend my whole trng doing shadow throws, since coach was focusing on the sprinters because SPH relay compe is coming up soon. sigh. i felt neglected the wh ole time. nvm. its ok. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toked to coach abt my inabilty to throw in sch. so i suggested throwing in gombak in the future. he agreed. so i will be throwing there on tues and fri. its far from my place. so i will reach home late:( at first i thought i jsut be using the equiment there. turns out i will be training under coach's colleage. suppose to be quite the pro. sigh. i will be freaking nervous. he trains the national team. and im like not near there. so ya. scary. on the bright side. at least i will be getting valuable advice. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~always look on the bright side of life~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. thats all:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50metre=my target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-601100654003228286?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/601100654003228286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=601100654003228286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/601100654003228286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/601100654003228286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year-everyone-its.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-4231103110618702616</id><published>2007-02-11T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T07:56:13.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todae was valentine day. i got to spend time with my loved one. seeing her so skinny and tall, just took away my breath. wowww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my loved one is a javelin la. haha. went back to victoria to train. becoz i get to throw. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started throwing at 3.20. stopped at 5.45? shouldnt be that long. throwing sessions should only be like an hr plus? sigh. i guessed i just went mad. i threw wooden sticks too. heavier than the javelin. not good for my elbow. but it helps to train the strength ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second time i threw this year. technique not there yet. but there are improvements. so im satisfied. one step by one step. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cny is coming. cant wait. days of rest. shiok:) also can use it to catch up in work. haha. ya rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth to say le. no brain juice. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 and beyond!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. nitez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50metres=my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-4231103110618702616?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/4231103110618702616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=4231103110618702616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/4231103110618702616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/4231103110618702616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/02/todae-was-valentine-day.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-117112503403936851</id><published>2007-02-10T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T18:24:59.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stomach better now. :) ever since weds, i was having stomach upset. i was even awoken by my urgue to sh*t at nite. well, its better now. so yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training was quite good, i felt. fri did drills, med ball then throwing. throwing the tennis ball, not javelin. cant throw javelin in sajc. so stupid.. the tennis ball is traveling further. thats a good thing. usually after the ball bounces finish, the ball will have cross the half way line of the field. haha. yup. but towards training, my body started to slack and my throws were going haywire. concentration.. impt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forcing myself to read up on the topics i don know. studies i mean. i hope it gets abosrbed by my brain. cant afford to do badly for block test 1 and have to attend MSP. MSP will take up alot of my time. like that how to train. sigh. die die also don want go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow going youth service:) went adult service for the past two weeks. adult service is not as enjoyable as youth service. so i kinda glad we are going back for the youth service. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i wish im doing weights now. lol. so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. bb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metres=my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-117112503403936851?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/117112503403936851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=117112503403936851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/117112503403936851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/117112503403936851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/02/stomach-better-now.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-117086100514014123</id><published>2007-02-07T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T07:10:05.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEVER DRINK A CARTON OF CHOC MILK AND EAT MINI TOONS CANDIES WHEN WATCHING MOVIE!! IT WILL GIVE U A STOMACH UPSET!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i done no.2 in the toilet 5 times already since the movie ended. so jia luck.. watery. yucks. so digusting. i don want talk abt it le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today the movie wasn't that nice. not that bad but also not something nice. just watchable. fell asleep in the last 10 minutes though. sigh. " an inconvenient truth". thats the name of the show. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training on monday was tiring. threw med ball. so short... yucks.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday did weights. benched 90 kg. but i like only did it three times. 90 kg is 1.25 times my weight. aiming for 1.5 or 1.75 can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going cny shopping with bro and mom tomorrow after school. actually suppose to be training. but alot of people been telling me to overtrain. even my teachers. so i will listen. don wanna throw away my social life too ya. it feels like that alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cut hair too. people been asking me whether i cut hair. and i will be always like " isnt it obvious"&lt;br /&gt;makes me wonder if its a haircut whereby no one can tell the difference??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im freaking shy man. so lousy. argh. ***BANG WALL * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. go study ole. economic performance. wow. so alien..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-117086100514014123?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/117086100514014123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=117086100514014123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/117086100514014123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/117086100514014123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/02/never-drink-carton-of-choc-milk-and.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-117060404243151394</id><published>2007-02-04T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T07:47:22.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New week= another week of school= another week of tutorials and lectures= another week of training= another week of tireness= another week of waking up late= another week of spending 10 dollars on cab      blah blah blah . i cld go one forever.. &lt;br /&gt;hope the week goes well. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metres= my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-117060404243151394?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/117060404243151394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=117060404243151394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/117060404243151394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/117060404243151394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-week-another-week-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-117051983117178173</id><published>2007-02-03T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T08:23:51.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally cut my hair. shorter. feel more free. hopefully now i wont feel so weird during exercises. haha. :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to pp with jan to buy present. for tricia. ( hope she only reads this after service today. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parted ways at 4 plus, then i plaed basketball. maybe the hair thing worked. cause i felt i plaed alright. particularly in one game. :) i like . bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some unhappy things occurred later during dinner. :( so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did physics. maybe cause there was no one interesting online. so i could focus on my hw. managed to do quite a bit. till i felt shag. mental exercises. tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tahts all. not going youth service. mom wants us to help in cny shopping i think. :( sianz... i hope it doesnt become a regular thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metre=my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-117051983117178173?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/117051983117178173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=117051983117178173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/117051983117178173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/117051983117178173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/02/finally-cut-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-117042991902026652</id><published>2007-02-02T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T07:25:19.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>abit tired. so will keep it short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was boring. econs lecture was where time stopped for me. lecturer was  horrible argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still haven cut hair. its like mushroom can. sigh. plan to cut on saturday. hope the woman who always cut for me is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today trng was tiring, but still alright. not that jia luck. 300 metre five times. 10m,20m,30m,40m,50m sprints. 2 times each. 50 sit ups with medicine ball. thehn 150 crunches. managed to squeeze some time to throwing the tennis ball. i was like hitting the ceiling can. i should feel guilty lo. but im not:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate japanese food with sec juniors. waste money. didnt feel good. so after twenty minutes i already full. sigh. waste my 26 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. tats it. feeling tired. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50metres=my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-117042991902026652?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/117042991902026652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=117042991902026652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/117042991902026652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/117042991902026652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/02/abit-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-117025767268632688</id><published>2007-01-31T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T07:34:32.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol. today was cross country. how to say ah. ehhh..... i just slacked through the whole thing. yup. i run abit, till i saw chin pin. then we were walking quite abit. then we saw the first girl. being overtaken is embarrassing. so we ran. ran until finish. haha. drank milo:) so nice. i wish my family owned a milo truck. can drink from it anytime i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went pp with my classmates. haha. sad to say, even i found it abit sian there. :( bought ayaka's album. heard it already. so so onli. out of fifteen songs. i found only three to be quite nice. the rest are just normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for training. in victoria. i got to throw:) first time this year. so long huh. throwing was alright. besides some hand problems and my hip being too slow. i felt it was pretty alright. considering that i haven thrown for some time. there was one throw that i liked. i not sure whether it went far. but it was high and the tail was shaking. not alot. but it was shaking. veri nice. i threw on the field. so the ground was kinda bumpy. but its ok. better than not throwing rite? i plan to throw every wed at vs. so i will have to leave sch on wed as soon as possible. how to be a thrower if i don throw??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not training tomorrow. wanna rest. scared of over exerting my arm. plus i need to cut my hair. about time. its been two months since i cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. valetine day is coming and my juniors are buying gifts. and they ask me wad to buy. my response was " no soft toys ". am i wrong?? haha. i don know. spending more than 5 bucks on a val gift is insane. haha. maybe thats becoz i don have to buy for any1:) ............... im weird. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. thats all. nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metre=my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-117025767268632688?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/117025767268632688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=117025767268632688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/117025767268632688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/117025767268632688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/01/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-117007692681363348</id><published>2007-01-29T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T05:22:06.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hurt my knee. so irritating. ironic thing is i hurt it while running 2.4 km. how in the world do u do so? im injury proned man. sigh. and i ran the 2.4 km in 11.50 min. improve from  last year. but still so lousy. irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was boring today too. could not keep awake in physics class. always half awake, half asleep. pe do running, where i hurt my knee. moral education was slightly better. maths lecture was the killer. lame jokes by teachers + mono voices + lousi air con + boring topic = 1.5 hrs of my life wasted. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went gym. im so sorry to my classmate, chan jing ( haha. his name is like the korean drama the woman. da chan jing). he tried to do my bench press. then he so big size i thot no kick.  so i slacken ( i was supporting him ). then it just went down and hit him in the teeth area. got blooth. but at least none of the teeth are shaky. otherwise i really would feel very guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the physio. was owned by the physio. she found the weak spot on my right arm. and was pressing it so hard. so im like on the bench groaning, closing my eyes, biting my tongue, legs moving up and down. sigh. got girls looking can. so malu. realli was pain though. cant imagine people i know knowing this spot. they will abuse it. evil evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. thats all. got to do chem hw. and phy. behind in workload. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metre=my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-117007692681363348?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/117007692681363348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mom is pumping me with protein drinks. omg. once upon a time, i did ask her to get me some protein supplements. but she didnt, so i assume gone case le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, she buys one tin for me to try. it sucked. was like tasteless. and wouldnt dissolve properly. so i never use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she go buy one more. ahlamak. now she is  making me drink it everyday, so as to not 'waste money".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realli veri horrible to drink. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been tired past few days ( wads new? ), so i slept early on fri. so happy. then can wake up early. i like:):) i look forward to sat and sunday, becoz its the time i can rest and not train like mad. body is aching. especially my butt. sit down pain le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arm been feeling so much beta. i threw tennis balls on thurs ( so stupid. but coach ask me do so i do lo ) . and i threw like 30 plus times? and there was no pain during or afterwards. praise the lord! even when im at home and im just whipping the arm as fast as possible, theres no pain. so glad. hope it maintains this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics die. chem die. math die. econ die. so jia luck. well, at least during the weekends i got to read up on the topics. so i know abit of the fundementals. otherwise...... haiz. don know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow going adult service then cell. wont attend youth service. :( uncle's family is going to china for the next 2 years. so there is this family farewell dinner. so mom wants us to go home earlier, do finish our work then attend the dinner. sigh. so sad. cant go youth service. nvm. next week then. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. nth to say le. bb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metre= my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116991380745279806?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116964634271795876</id><published>2007-01-24T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T05:45:42.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i updating again. haha. don care if people never read yesterday post. i just feel like updating again be4 i go study. ( have to study properly now...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was kinda long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up late. AGAIN. took cab to school. 10 dollars. omg. its so expensive.. so sad... guess i will have to sleep earlier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back math test. horrible. though i didnt study properly, i didnt expect it to be that low. the results is scaring me. have to buck up dylan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thot the trackers were going to do gym. they told me they be doing today. so i was enthu to train coz got they all ma. then to my dismay, they all nvr go. argh. studying or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worse still, the rugby people booked the gym from 3 to 4.30. i usually start gym at 3.30 lo. so i had an hour to try to study. but i was like looking at other ccas doing their thing. haha. sports club. got cute girl. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only started gym at 4.30. didnt feel very good. body very tired. so sad . trained for an hour onli. didnt want to get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me of something today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished training, showered, at a table reading chemistry notes. then suddenly i hear a girl shouting. look behind me, and there is this girl shouting into her handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl was shouting into the phone about how she wants to do something. then the person on the phone refuses to allow ( i guessed the person to be her parents. ). the girl then kept on shouting about how she cant even walk anymore. ( the girl wanted surgery?? she is touch rugby i think. saw her limping off the field ). after hearing the person keep on saying no, the girl started shouting about how she wants to play, wants to play. ( can only assume that the girl wants the surgery so that she can continue touch rugby without her pain. ). the person refused somemore. then the girl started crying and shouting "F*** u. F*** u".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think the girl is upset over her injury as it is causing problems for her sport? then she wants to do something about it( guess only). but she isnt allowed to. so she was frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is my logic wrong???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. it frightened me abit. cause my arm is not very good too. so i was like at the table thinking to myself " would i behave like her if i found out that my arm doesnt have the ability to throw anymore? " even if can throw, it would be sucky distances. ( with all the pain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought about it be4 choosing to forget about it, then studied:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i have i can throw tomorrow. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just recieved a sms. haha. will go reply it le. bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pokezzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metre=my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116964634271795876?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116964634271795876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116964634271795876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116964634271795876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116964634271795876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-updating-again.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116955985936152830</id><published>2007-01-23T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T06:30:32.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bleh. been awhile since i update:( so sorri!! cos i always feeling tired at nite. so i would be too lazy to update. haha. so sorri:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will talk about some stuff today. bear with me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA team bonding camp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had it on saturday. at habour front there. reach there at 7 am. so earliii.. :( only a few ccas went for it though. haha. they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;chinese reading club&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cricket girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;touch rugby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;guitar ensemble&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sports club&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;track and field&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;very few. but still alright. i found it so funny that chinese reading club went. haha. lol. the camp was fun i guess. knew some of the cca mates better. though i felt sometimes i sucked because i lost my patience at some of the activities. :( must improve:):)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;school:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think im falling behind in sch work... as in i don know the topics well, haven complete tutorials and others. always very tired at nite.. cant keep my eyes open... don know if my training is the reason so.. if so, i feel sad. like i shldnt exercise so much and study.. but..... argh. i have no idea.. the only solution i can think of is that i study like mad in the nite. kk. i will do it!!! grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ( my victory roar ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;training:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;been well so far. my arm is weird can. sometimes perfectly normal. sometimes like want to get chopped off. sigh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;havent got to throw a javelin since sch start. :( which so sucks. field always being used. sigh. so training is kinda weird now. it goes like &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;monday: 3.30pm to 5.30pm gym session. 5.30pm to 7.00pm aqua running&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tuesday: gym&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wednesday: gym&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thursday: medicine ball ( if field is available. throws ). plus some other exercises.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;friday: sprints or speed base exercises i think. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thursday training and friday training is whereby i realli look forward. got coach come ma. and its so much beta than being in the gym. haha. yup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gym training has been alot better. bench is now 80kg smth. still kinda light compared to other throwers. but at least its better than last time. bicerps. 30 kg something? haha. my tricerp gym exercise, i can do the whole thing ( its a machine). shuang. sooner or later i will have to find a alternative for it. yup. feeling stronger. think this kind of training will continue for a month or so. cause now its strength building for me. cant do well if im weak rite?? haha. only thing i hope for is that i get to throw at least twice a week. if can, i love it man. although when i throw, i can only focus on the hip and my leg pushing forward. my arm cant take it. if i try to throw too hard, i think the pain will be super bad.. so yup, have to take it easy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so weird to tok about my training like this. i hope people don think im some cca freak. i just wanna do well this yr. thats all to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh ya. the volleyball girls ( cedar) from my cell won their game today:) good for them. haha. im too nice. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tomorrow is wednesday. what does that mean?? gym:) lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha. kk. got to study rite? :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pokezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;50 metres=my target&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116955985936152830?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116955985936152830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116955985936152830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116955985936152830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116955985936152830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/01/bleh.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116905117035013706</id><published>2007-01-17T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T08:26:10.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. shall make this a short entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. didnt train at all. (gym not opened )&lt;br /&gt;2. studied from 1-5 ( not fun )&lt;br /&gt;3. watched singapore slingers at indoor stadium. playing the tigers ( changed my impression of them:) )&lt;br /&gt;4. ate nuggets at kfc ( i am very guilty now )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just reached home. kinda tired. still got gp to finish. haha. yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been training hard recently. now i can bench more than my weight. finally. 2 months back i couldnt lo. haha. :) bicerps curls and lat pulls are slowly increasing too:):) happi happi. only the 3rd week. hopefully i can continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however all these heavy weight training will have to stop soon. cos i cant throw well just because of ability to do heavy weights. i have to do many other things like sprinting, bounding and throwing weighted balls. yup:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arm feel better. so happi. now its my turn to pray for those who are facing problems with their body. ( arms, legs, etc ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back my test result. only serves to remind that i cannot slack while training hard. a lvl yr. not a joke. :(  sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. nitez:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pokez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metres= my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116905117035013706?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116905117035013706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116905117035013706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116905117035013706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116905117035013706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/01/haha_17.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116870175021697870</id><published>2007-01-13T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T18:52:36.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOOO FULLLLLL!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from granddad birthday dinner.. ate alot.. not becoz i was greedy. but be'coz i find it wrong to leave so much food untouched. its sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;granddad is 90 today. wow. thats old. he is like more than 5 times my age. i feel young...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today mom was saying this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if u cant clean ur toilet properly, u will screw up ur life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom's logic of a succesful person. haha. so funni can. cos my toilet is messy. then she told me her logic. lol. i was like laughing. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arm is feeling beta.. haven thrown with it. so im not saying its beta. but at least during weights training is going on smooth. coach came on fri. was discussing with him abt how to train, what to train, etc. haha. so kiasu arnt i. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was also cca sign up day. j1s signing up for their ccas. track and field had so little people signing up. either its becoz ofthe lousy spot we had or the fact no one likes this cca. i rather think its the first one.. hahah. was joking to the track girls that they shld pull their tie lower, and unbutton their first button. maybe guys will come then. haha. they were like nono. i think less than 20 people signed up. usually the number hu stay is like 50%? 10 j1s... not a good number.. sign..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain, rain, go away. let me throw today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what i think alot. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow got church.:) wont be going for the concert:( sianz.hopefully the rest will have a good time there:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg. bb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metres=my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116870175021697870?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116870175021697870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116870175021697870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116870175021697870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116870175021697870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/01/sooo-fullllll-just-came-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116835754347276241</id><published>2007-01-09T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T07:45:43.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. im back:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday: went to the physio right after school. anxious to see. arm was aching the whole day.reached the office at 3.30.. the physio who was a woman came only at 4.30.. woman are late all the time can. tsk tsk. she told me to do a few things while describing to her the pain and stuff liddat.. in the end she concluded that i only experience the pain when my arm muscle starts to relax( withdraw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said that there were two possible reasons for the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. becoz i change to a new technique( in throwing ), thats why it starts to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;2. i don have a proper exercise habit. as in i don stretch properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don think its 1. so i believe its probably 2.. got the trainer there to teach me loads of stretching exercises for the bicerps and tricerps. haha. took half an hour to learn all and try them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trainer gave me the go ahead to attend training that day, saying that the training that day requires little effort of the arm. wad is it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AQUA RUNNING!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something new. as the name suggests, its running in water. haha. tie a float to your trunk, and u start running in the water. run forward, in the water,feet not touching the floor. hard. fun but tiring. we plaed something like water polo after training. ( our legs could touch the floor) not realli counted was proper water polo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: boring day.. turns out my chinese class onli has me and a classmate.. so sianz..3 people, 1 and a half hrs. boredom... especially with her, argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trained in the afternoon. made sure i stretched alot. it worked. right arm didnt feel much discomfort or pain:) but today while doing bench press, the bar kinda fell on my face. if i hadnt push, and the guy( who in the first place is not supporting me properly) didnt help pull. u see the headlines " SAJC student breaks jaw while doing bench press. all thanks to a careless student. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. cant imagaine that.. didnt lose any teeth, no bleeding or wadever. just numbing pain. which i reckon is better bones being broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weights were fine. still abit unpleased when i see rugby players playing a fool in the gym and while doing weights. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studied chem.. have a feeling i will do badly for chem test this thurs:( ms su says it is a killer. haha. if she says its hard, it must be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk update le.. hope i can update soon. like tomorrow. but i always sleepy. lazy:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metres= target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116835754347276241?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116835754347276241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116835754347276241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116835754347276241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116835754347276241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/01/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116818295862139988</id><published>2007-01-07T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T07:15:58.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shucks........... i hurt my arm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurt it on fri. while throwing the tennis balls... yes, i know its light.. but the purpose is to throw fast........ throw one time, suddenly arm feel pain. thought it was no big deal, threw somemore. then it just hurt alot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stopped training immediately..   told coach.. whether i have pain. he will ask me to rate the pain upon ten.. told him 9. so i stopped training.. felt sad and bored while sitting on the gallery watching the rest train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt dare train or do weights.. scared.. plaed bball though.... even holding the ball made my arm hurt. sucks man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday: whole day thinking abt my arm.. was hurting at times. sometimes no pain, then the other moment, the numbness comes back.. sigh.. was grateful that kevin helped pray for my arm.. thanks man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note. i was being poked?? ( hmmm.. how is that on a lighter note?? ) mel and claud.. apparently, they want revenge? haha. somehow, when i poke, they feel pain. which is wrong. poking is suppose to have that suprise, tickerish feel. sigh.. guess im lousi at it:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forced janice to tell me smth.. found out. and i was like" diao"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate japanese for dinner. nice~ i liked the noodle i ate.. cold noodle. with crab. the soup was so nice.. tasted abit like mushroom soap, but not exactly. hah. i cant describle properly.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow wont be going for training. listening to the people who are telling me not to attend. am hoping the physio office is opened on monday.. otherwise i will have to wait till wed.. two days of no training will be unbearable for me... i will feel like im lazing ar0und.... maybe i can do lower body training then??? sigh... so many questions and troubles.. stress. got to discuss with coach and teacher in charge... hope this arm problem lasts only a while.. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a pig... recently been lazy in diet.. eating chocs, burgers.. but i still haven go fast food rest-t for four months. haha. better keep it that way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. im so going to pray for my arm this few days... help pray for my arm too?? haha. i feel so thick skin to say that... bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metres? depends on my arm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116818295862139988?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116818295862139988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116818295862139988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116818295862139988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116818295862139988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/01/shucks_07.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116818295805547210</id><published>2007-01-07T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T07:15:58.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shucks........... i hurt my arm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurt it on fri. while throwing the tennis balls... yes, i know its light.. but the purpose is to throw fast........ throw one time, suddenly arm feel pain. thought it was no big deal, threw somemore. then it just hurt alot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stopped training immediately..   told coach.. whether i have pain. he will ask me to rate the pain upon ten.. told him 9. so i stopped training.. felt sad and bored while sitting on the gallery watching the rest train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt dare train or do weights.. scared.. plaed bball though.... even holding the ball made my arm hurt. sucks man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday: whole day thinking abt my arm.. was hurting at times. sometimes no pain, then the other moment, the numbness comes back.. sigh.. was grateful that kevin helped pray for my arm.. thanks man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note. i was being poked?? ( hmmm.. how is that on a lighter note?? ) mel and claud.. apparently, they want revenge? haha. somehow, when i poke, they feel pain. which is wrong. poking is suppose to have that suprise, tickerish feel. sigh.. guess im lousi at it:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forced janice to tell me smth.. found out. and i was like" diao"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate japanese for dinner. nice~ i liked the noodle i ate.. cold noodle. with crab. the soup was so nice.. tasted abit like mushroom soap, but not exactly. hah. i cant describle properly.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow wont be going for training. listening to the people who are telling me not to attend. am hoping the physio office is opened on monday.. otherwise i will have to wait till wed.. two days of no training will be unbearable for me... i will feel like im lazing ar0und.... maybe i can do lower body training then??? sigh... so many questions and troubles.. stress. got to discuss with coach and teacher in charge... hope this arm problem lasts only a while.. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a pig... recently been lazy in diet.. eating chocs, burgers.. but i still haven go fast food rest-t for four months. haha. better keep it that way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. im so going to pray for my arm this few days... help pray for my arm too?? haha. i feel so thick skin to say that... bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metres? depends on my arm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116818295805547210?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116818295805547210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116818295805547210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116818295805547210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116818295805547210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/01/shucks.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116792717818825764</id><published>2007-01-04T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T08:12:58.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another long day at sch.. bleh.. luckily tomorrow is fri.. then got weekends to look forward to:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad day... 1st thing is im not veri happy that our class rep is him. yucks.. was very bothered.. but now, i feel that i should not be bothered.. and that its wrong for me to carry so much resentment for a person.. soooo, im going to be netural.. wil withstand his bitchiness, his high pitch squeals, his girly behavior and his rudeness. i will tah han. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, i have to continue going chinese lessons..... the thing is that those hu scored B and higher wont need to take chinese for the 1st three mths, while awaiting the a lvl results. but me, cos i go tC (59 marks. one more to B....) i have to continue going chinese lessons. and my class had only two Cs. so im like loner le lo.. i realli don want to go. i actually intend to pon.. but some1 told me things that made me change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 pm.. sch ends. wanted to go lib to study then train. gym.. then joey, the track cap told me he going gym right then. chem lec just ended... i wanted som1 to help me in bench press ( for support ). so i decided to go straight away after school. was hungry, but being pressed on time. i just ate a banana and made good of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa gym is not good man.. so little weights and machines. i lost count of the times i stand in the middle of gym, trying to think of more exercises to do.. sigh.. some ruggers were training too... i must say i don realli like my sch ruggers. they like to act all big shot and stuff. so u can sense arrogance around them.. plus......... to be frank, they arent that impressive in the gym.. none of them were taller than me.. and when i saw the weights they were doing.. i cld understand why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were doing exercises that is applies alot of pressure on ur spine and back.. compresses the bone. just one of thoe exercises that does bad to ur growth... so all i see are 16 smth tall guys and with abit of muscles.. don like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended trainin at 5.45. ad cld only fetch me at 7.30. so i studied during this period of time.. so hard to find a place. at first sitting near the popular studying, then became so dark. cant see anything.. wanted to study in cafe.. but all the j1s were there. so i studied at the gallery. haha. it was so dusty. and i could feel stares at me..(gallery is like what people usually call a grand stand ). studied till dad came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. melanie shared and taught me something today that i really appreciated.. so much that i am thinking about my behaviour in sch.. is it right. if i cont, then im no different from a non-christian.. so, im going to do my best in changing in this area.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don think anyone understood lo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training tomorrow. i always look forward to training days. trainings where i train alone is not considered training days:( haha. got coach to teach me. its this precious advice that helps me. be it abit or alot. i always learn smth. haha. then it comes to me on whether i am able to apply it properly. so far, i would say so so. shld be beta. yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor claud is sick too. my dad too. haha. hope both of them ge well soon:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk&lt;br /&gt;nitez. mom nag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metres=my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116792717818825764?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116792717818825764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116792717818825764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116792717818825764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116792717818825764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-long-day-at-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116783953305156855</id><published>2007-01-03T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T07:52:13.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day of school.. quite a long day.. cant believe that i spend 12 hrs in school. half a day. yucks..and this is going to be for the next 6 mths.. all for the shot at a biscuit??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i will see my performance in march april. if its good, i will continue. if its not, well. should i be dishearten and tone it down?? or convince myself that its possible with the remaining three four months?? sigh. confusing. cannot mess up a levels u know.. I . WILL . GET . KILLED . :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today lessons: math, chemistry, physics, general paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math: new teacher. mrs chan? should be her name i think.. seems nice. wonder if its possible to bully her. haha. bleh. cant think that way. so evil. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics: mr lee. argh. stuck with him again. so i guess no choice but to accept it. hopefully he will teach well and stop saying those unnecessary comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry: ms sunarfa? don know how to spell. nice teacher:) but i forgot everything about chemistry. so i was showng my blur face the whole lesson. she saw it, and would always show the " i know u forgot everything " look. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;general paper: new teacher. ms soh? shld be correct. she seems friendly. first time see her, then can talk to her so friendly. haha. the ex touch ruggers girl in my class say she is nice. haha. so am looking forward to learning from her. aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today trainng was alright. the track was so crowded man. soccer, rugby, touch rug girls, j1s doing orientation games. sigh.. so many..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically today was throwing tennis balls. again. but im already used to doing it. and i accepted my coach reason for doing so. yup. i see improvements in some areas so im happi.:) but i still have my bad habit. releasing too early. so it goes super high. haha. i decided the best wayto fix it is to make my grip firmer, and throwing towards where my eye is looking towards( straight la. not the ground . diao* ). threw for an hr?? then cos my mom was fetching me. i spend time alone throwin at the gallery. the tennis ball would bounce against the surface. i would catch it. and throw it again. repeat and repeat. haha. boring huh?? haha. no choice ma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of hw to finish. especially math. trying to do. but don know how. so i have alot of blanks:(&lt;br /&gt;nvm. i will refer to my classmate's papers. not to copy, but to understand the steps. and learn from them................ seriously. im not lying. argh. no one believes me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my classmate's birthday today too. kate is her name. happy birthday:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melanie and claud were bombarding each other testis about poking me... evil.. i nver poke them. and they are liddat. tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. don. care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i want to do gym. hope the fitness peope never slack, and close the gym. haha. otherwise i will be damn pissed. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. nitez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metres= can la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116783953305156855?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116783953305156855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116783953305156855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116783953305156855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116783953305156855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116774381658399414</id><published>2007-01-02T05:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T05:16:56.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school resumes tomorrow.... darn it. how to enjoy school when the only thing i look forward is 5pm training? going school thinking " cant wait to go home" is not good too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother just scolded me.. just when i was able to blog abt the past two days. darn it. im not like 13 or smth. give me a break.. jeez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mood can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metres=my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116774381658399414?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116774381658399414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116774381658399414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116774381658399414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116774381658399414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/01/school-resumes-tomorrow_02.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116774380952646830</id><published>2007-01-02T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T05:16:49.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school resumes tomorrow.... darn it. how to enjoy school when the only thing i look forward is 5pm training? going school thinking " cant wait to go home" is not good too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother just scolded me.. just when i was able to blog abt the past two days. darn it. im not like 13 or smth. give me a break.. jeez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mood can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metres=my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116774380952646830?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116774380952646830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116774380952646830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116774380952646830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116774380952646830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2007/01/school-resumes-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116758735459700065</id><published>2006-12-31T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T09:49:14.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy new year everyone! 2007 has finally come! haha. not so sure if thats a good thing. a lvl. die! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BADS of 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;having Mr Lee as a form teacher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being targeted by Mr lee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not taking part in nationals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;doing badly for common test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stupid, rash decisions concerning some issues. ( cant say )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being 78 kg at the start of the year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;suffering four months of renovation ( drillings, hammering, knocking. noisy can )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;elbow pain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;things being said abt me behind me back. ( im not stupid k? )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;countless arguements in the household&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The GOODS of 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i improved for prommos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my student-teacher relationship with Mr Lee has improved towards the end of the year. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lost 8 kg. now back to my normal 70 kg. ( which is still heavier than many people i know. light la u all. eat more can?? )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;elbow feeling better.:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;renovation is finally done, and i can enjoy peace in my room. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;becoming closer to my cell group. :) 1 of the + pts of 2006&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;training alot in dec holis. tiring, but i enjoyed it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;brother gets a new phone, and i get his mp3 player. :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;AIMS of 2007&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;only got three AIMS i think. they are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;do well for all my javelin competitions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do well for a lvls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and be closer to god. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;hope i achieve all of them. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i missed the countdown today. so sian........ spend the last few seconds of 2006 in my room watching my cousin plaeing some stupid car game.. rather be in expo shouting out the words " four! three! two! ONE! bisshhhh. HAPPY NEW YEAR! ". sigh. boring can. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cousin wanted to plae basketball so we plaed lo. plaed until 10. then the lights went out. soo we were in the playground fooling around. swings, climbing up stuff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wished i have a more memorable happy new year celebration. sigh. next year ma. when a lvl overs, i will be havoc abit. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nitez. tired. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;50 metres? can one la&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116758735459700065?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116758735459700065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116758735459700065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116758735459700065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116758735459700065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-year-everyone-2007-has.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116741184331737274</id><published>2006-12-29T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T09:06:25.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recently nver put pictures in my entries. so i was training today, and taking a couple of pictures. abit random. haha. so ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will describe the pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/154815/DSC00009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/117734/DSC00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/522257/DSC00010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/940430/DSC00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/196476/DSC00011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gym:) in my secondary school, Victoria. spent alot of time here when i was sec 4 and the dec holidays thi year. does it look small? haha. well, its better than sajc gym. so i love this gym. got what i need to train. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/376206/DSC00013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/415742/DSC00013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/72660/DSC00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/802252/DSC00015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my juniors:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one on the top is shaun. u cant see his face. he was fast. asked him to let me take a better picture. then he say he likes this pic. haha. so ya. here is shaun. not confident to say his age. he always lying to me abt it. haha. either sec 2 or 3 next year. don know la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one on the bottom is thong en. he is two years my junior. javelin thrower. like shaun and me. haha. hardworking. he thinks he look skinny. got meh? haha. i don know. ~LAAAaaaaa ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/147821/DSC00033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/382441/DSC00033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvin! haha. went to his place after training. took 155. man, it took forever. i think it pass by a ITE, machpherson ( how u spell???? ) primary and secondary. gmps and some other places. so farrrrrrrrrrrrrr~~~~~~~ stoning in bus for 45 minutes. then suddenly he tells me can take 135. ahlamak. haha. went there. all we could eat was potato salad, jelly and tibits( panda, peanuts ). the potato salad was nice. but it had wasabi. veri hot. haha. but still nice.went there. other ex classmates were there. plaed ps2. got my ass kicked in KOF.. i was pressing every button at the same time, and all my character was jumping and down ( with a random punch or kick once in awhile). kept on pressing the L1 button, because it makes ur character do a pose. haha. funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left the place at 11.30. late, so i took a cab home. so ex.. haiz. oh ya, show u this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/306632/DSC00034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/400/823147/DSC00034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. from left, kon-chan, deathnote, and renji. haha. got this for christmas. and i like it quite alot. especially kon and renji. coz they are attached to my phone. so they are wih me all the time. melanie gave me kon-chan. lester and jian xin gave me the deathnote key chain. and chao yang the renji keychain( for chao yang, it was thru the random exchange of gifts.) its nice. i like. maybe i shld buy more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow shld be watching deathnote 2. two things stopping me. 1. no tickets. 2. very little people go watch. tricia say she going. melanie maybe. never do hw. tsk. then tricia say she ask people. don know who. marcus cant go. he promise some1 he watch it with him. haha. wanna watch:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. trng tomorrow at gombak. have to wake up at 6.50. early:( bb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metres = my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116741184331737274?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116741184331737274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116741184331737274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116741184331737274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116741184331737274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/12/recently-nver-put-pictures-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116732615581117541</id><published>2006-12-28T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T09:15:55.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holidays coming to an end.... that sucks.. miss the feeling of knowing that there are still a couple of weeks before i have to wear school uniform again. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUMMARY OF HOMEWORK DONE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics: 60 %&lt;br /&gt;chemistry: 40%&lt;br /&gt;economics: 0%&lt;br /&gt;maths: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die. super die. supr die. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe can cruise through math becoz i have a new math teacher. so maybe i can like act blur and say" huh, got homework for math meh? oh, i didnt know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like real..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. i know my classmates are in the same scenerio. so we shall face it heads on!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed alot of bible study today cos i chose to go training. suppose to have a track and field meeting be4 trng. turns out that its just to fill upthe achievement and participation form for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open house: help to tend booth...&lt;br /&gt;swift 06: 6th in javelin under 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i could write. so pathetic. haiz... hope next year will be more productive.. cant wait for march. got 1st compe:):):):) have to show people some results underwise tey say i train for nth.. haha. ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training was fun. and wet.. sprints. 60m. five times. managed to knock some sprinters down. not bad. haha. fast can. leeh. then i had to throw tennis ball. but it was more fun because there was my coach supervising me and it was a full run up. hehe. but sometimes i would be thinking about how other throwers are training. stress. nvm. last yr. pia.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training is always a time for me to focus on my technique, throws, and stuff. so there is always no time to think about other stuff. so i look forward to it. because for that two, three hours, i would just forget about the troubles or negative stuff ( HOMEWORK). in a way, my mind gets blank... love it.. marcus, stop frowning when i tell u i have training.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i want to watch deathnote 2. alot.. haiz. soon. soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realized today there was alot of poking. haha. so funny. cant believe they say that melanie fell off the chair when tricia poke her. i wanna see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. nitez. its gonna be 4-2. think my brother will understand very well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metres= my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116732615581117541?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116732615581117541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116732615581117541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116732615581117541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116732615581117541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/12/holidays-coming-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116715912296176295</id><published>2006-12-26T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T06:35:22.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>trying to make this a short post. its 2.42 am in the morn, late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping with family. feel guilty. because the stuff we bought that day was all for me. been nagging mother to give me money to buy some new clothes. so took this chance. bought three shirts, two jeans. it cost pretty alot. don want say:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up late.. suppose to start training at 12. only woke up at 11. so i reached there at 1 plus. my junior was alreadi finishing. so i was training alot most of the time, with him just resting in one corner.( he had to wait for me to finish ma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training in the gym alone was kind of peaceful for me. actually enjoyed it. get my mind off things. just me and the weights. my phone was blasting music out the speakers though. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did hw in the nite. contacted a old fren, shi lin. turns out she is going sajc for the 1st three mths. ( 16 years old mah) :) which is nice. see if i can get her to joi track and field. maybe she can throw???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished plaeing basketball on the ps2 with my brother.. i lost... 114-115. plae into overtime. then he 1.1 second left, shoot a three and it went in... that sucked. i know he will read this lo. darn it. :( it wasnt a three can. the player touched the line. i saw it. nvm. now its 1-0 . we plae a 7 games series most of the time. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt bother thinking abt so much. gym helped alot. luckily tomorrow is gym also:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will only go for the bible study at 3/4 though. since training starts at 1. haha. think by the time i reach, some would  have left. like tricia and adel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. anyway, im tired. bb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metres= my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116715912296176295?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116715912296176295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116715912296176295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116715912296176295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116715912296176295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/12/trying-to-make-this-short-post.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116698391835519379</id><published>2006-12-24T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T10:11:58.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The Nicene Creed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe in one God,&lt;br /&gt;the Father, the Almighty,&lt;br /&gt;maker of heaven and earth, of all that is, seen and unseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe in one Lord, Jesus Christ,&lt;br /&gt;the only Son of God,&lt;br /&gt;eternally begotten of the Father,&lt;br /&gt;God from God, Light from Light,&lt;br /&gt;true God from true God,&lt;br /&gt;begotten, not made,&lt;br /&gt;of one Being with the Father.&lt;br /&gt;Through him all things were made.&lt;br /&gt;For us and for our salvation&lt;br /&gt;he came down from heaven:&lt;br /&gt;by the power of the Holy Spirit&lt;br /&gt;he became incarnate from the Virgin Mary,&lt;br /&gt;and was made man.&lt;br /&gt;For our sake he was crucified under Pontius Pilate;&lt;br /&gt;he suffered death and was buried.&lt;br /&gt;On the third day he rose again&lt;br /&gt;in accordance with the Scriptures;&lt;br /&gt;he ascended into heaven&lt;br /&gt;and is seated at the right hand of the Father.&lt;br /&gt;He will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead,&lt;br /&gt;and his kingdom will have no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe in the Holy Spirit, the Lord, the giver of life,&lt;br /&gt;who proceeds from the Father and the Son.&lt;br /&gt;With the Father and the Son he is worshiped and glorified.&lt;br /&gt;He has spoken through the Prophets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe in one holy catholic and apostolic Church.&lt;br /&gt;We acknowledge one baptism for the forgiveness of sins.&lt;br /&gt;We look for the resurrection of the dead,&lt;br /&gt;and the life of the world to come.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today my father brought the family to st andrew's cathedral. it was a night service and it ended at 12.30. so late. but i found it so interesting to attend a traditional church. haven really attend one. the above prayer was from the prayer book which we read out during the service. not sure what prayer book it is. but i found it very meaningful, so couldnt help but put it up. so ya..took a picture or two of the interiors of the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/296734/DSC00065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/986493/DSC00065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/377776/DSC00064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/133457/DSC00064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously u can see the pictures are not very good in the sense that u cant see the whole thing. but at least could see how high the ceilings were. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just felt that i was glad that my dad brought us there. it was interesting and insightful for me. haha. even though i was sms-ing at times.. tricia wong's fault. sharing with me abt her no.2. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today felt abit sad at times. sigh. irritating. this feeling i feel now, havent really felt since like pri sch. so i feel so childish now.. but just cant stop feeling this sad feeling.. darn it. was at dad's fren place. and i was like thinkin" maybe drinking some wine would help me forget. " finish one glass, mother already stop me. sigh. stupid la. feel like banging my head on the wall. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be going out shopping with mother and brother. suppose to buy some clothes. cos its like i have so little shirts and pants... keep on wearing the same thing. so i guess its time to get some new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" not funny....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;painful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metres=my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116698391835519379?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116698391835519379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116698391835519379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116698391835519379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116698391835519379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/12/nicene-creed-we-believe-in-one-god.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116689563947642604</id><published>2006-12-23T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T09:40:40.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no time to update again. argh.. been trying to study i guess. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring day? training was boring. nth much happened. i guess the only interesting thing could be buying the christmas exchange gift?  bought it from mini toons. maybe shld have been more careful in choosing it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long day. woke up at 12. suppose to meet at the mrt to meet matt they all at one..  bro and i onli left hse like 12.55 or smth liddat. haha. was late. found out that i left my phone at home. sian. we planned to plae bball. then it rained:( so we went to rach place to put our stuff. then it stopped. we went to the court and plaed ABC until cy they all came. cy called ABC a child's game. haha. then we plae two and a half games. then it rained. :( took shelter under one of the decks. 10 minutes later, rain stopped and we continued. it was fun:) i accidentally elbowed someone in the mouth area. so guilty... bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rach and claud start to bug us all to go swim. so we went to the pool to plae. i have not gone into a swimming pool for veri long. i cant remember the last time. haha. this pool was deep can. 2.6 metres. yao ming also cannot fit in. 2.29 mah. haha. we took some time to take some crazy shots. i haven seen it yet. hope its nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bathed, changed, then helped with the bbq stuff. actually tried. adel and basia sorta teach me how to do the chicken wing thingie. u have to bend it or smth. got my hands dirty. fun. :) after that for hour half, it was just eating, talkin, joking, plaeing games. some girls were testing my horrible chinese. IRRITATING! argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30, we went into the function rm whereby jx and les plae some songs for us. nice. after that got some games. animal whacko, musical chairs and a chicken game. chicken game is cute lo. haha. exchanging of presents came. adel got the present i bought. thats why feel guilty. i don even know the name of what i bought. its like a straw man or smth. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basia, cy and jj started to give out cards and present. then a song was sang and we had to close our eyes and listen to the words. nice. :) the word nice is nice too. :)haha. random le la. blah, bleh, he, ho, argh, shh, gugugu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training was alright. at first trng was cancelled at gombak becoz there was a landslide at the hill at the stadium. but coach managed to get us inside. onli 1/4 of the track couldnt use. coach told us to throw. but after throwing abit, we had to stop. one of the people in charge there stopped us. saying that the field was still being patched  up. so we had to throw medicine ball. its fun u know. but tiring. i saw alot of throwers too. in a way, i feel demoralised. becoz im smaller than them and weaker. so i was like thinking what is different about our trainings. i think they eat supplements. i decided not to try it, becoz of the price.haha. bleh. nvm. im sure that i can still throw far... hope so.. haiz.. stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad invited his frens for a early christmas party i felt it was havoc. seeing five 50 0dd year old man singing loudly, plaeing the guitar and dancing drunkly is smth i don see everyday. haha. my dad wasnt of those hu dance like a drunken can. haha. luckily for me.they were singing oldies like hotel california and others. i know the tune but i don know the title. the older youth i saw were boring though. didnt talk to them at all. i onli spoke to 4 of them? there were like 12 youths ba. think so. haha. yup.dad's cell grp came carolling to our place. sang 6 songs. of which three are in chinese..... its hard can.. i couldn't pronounce alot. so i had to read out loud from the english words. ha yi ping ying? ( someone enlighten me on the rite spelling plz...) watched soccer too. man u won too. shuang:) hehe. thats all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. i like the bleach phone chain i recieved from the exchange presents on fri. foun out it was from cy. haha. i like it. can swing my phone around. haha. its nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. thats all. tomorrow got church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be mature.. and not act on implulse. thats what i tell myself nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metres=my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116689563947642604?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116689563947642604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116689563947642604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116689563947642604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116689563947642604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-time-to-update-again.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116663294377519950</id><published>2006-12-20T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T08:42:23.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up early.. thanks to my brother. why? not sure what happen, but a glass portion of the kitchen table broke and fell to the floor. so i was woken up by it. don think he broke it, its probably the fact that the table was not veri strong. but we just bought it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time i go down, mark already left for escape. had breakfast. started plaeing ps2. plaed for a good two hours.. fun:) still plaeing okami. i think i onli completed 1/4. and i already plaed 12 hrs. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training was killing me today. i think its because of the chilli i ate for lunch. :( did not eat chilli for 2 mths. and suddenly the day i eat it, im too tired for the workout. haha. maybe by chance.. today workout was 20 by 100 metres. tiring can... run the second one i already huffing and puffing. as the runs went on, during my breaks i would lie on the track and was like rolling around. cause my whole body wasnt realli feeling well. aching. so i was like trying to get rid of it. i was like telling Elson that i wanted to punch somebody. cause i couldnt take it. argh. finally finished the workout. happi lo. lie on the floor and rest to my heart's content. still in pain though. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during shower, i felt the same sensation i felt in the church camp. vomit, stomachach, headach, body ach feel. sigh. ook a long time in the showers. until Elson had to come in and say" Dylan, the whole team is waiting for you."  mah lu. recently been feeling very heaty.. i concluded it is because of drinking too much bubble tea in the past few days. im a choc oreo fan u see. so i shall avoid it for the next few weeks. hope i get beta:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plaed piano. then go use com. talked on the phone for awhile. during so, my left leg cramp up. so  it was like " blah blah blah bla-ahhhh!! oh man! ahhhh. wait a while.. arghhh..." i think she thought i was crazy of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven bought the exchange present for the party this fri. :( doing it on thurs. hope i get smth nice. must be unisex somemore. its gonna be hard.  may buy present for other people. see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today. :) got to finish chemistry hw. oh  ya. saw ms su today( my chemistry teacher ) she didnt know im a thrower and she said" wah. i didnt know u got muscle. "&lt;br /&gt;no idea what she trying to say. suan me or what. :( she is a nice teacher though. look forward to her lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metres = my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116663294377519950?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116663294377519950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116663294377519950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116663294377519950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116663294377519950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/12/woke-up-early.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116645498071676634</id><published>2006-12-18T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T07:22:49.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a long time since i update. mainly because i been gone to a church camp and mi feeling abit lazy in updating. shall i update in days? haha. i shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i woke up at 2 again. this old man's memory is failing again. sajc training was gym. finally we are doing gym. but i feel the exercises are limited and shld be more. but maybe its because of the time strain. so we can only do some. these are the exercises: bicerp curls, leg curls, leg press, bench press, and two exercises i don know what u call it. i got videos of me doing it. so maybe u can see for urself. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long day. sajc training was postponed to friday morning. and i decided to go. not sure if it was a good decision. i will explain later why so. exercises were 2 sets of 50. running up stairs. run up stairs one time is considered 1. so 50 tmes. everything finished at 11. my teammate brought me to plmgs. she had a farewell event there. so it was like kill two birds with a stone. ( how u say in chinese. yi ju liang de? ) at first i thot it was the wrong place. coz jia jun say the canteen had blue flooring. i saw that it was green. so i was like " oh no..." haha. then suddenly i saw some tall figure at the second floor. it was cy. haha. i was like" yes, i m in the rite place. " haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u don know, i went plmgs the old school compound for a church camp. my group was adel, mel, rach, jx, kevin, jessica, danae and me. i don know how to spell the group leaders name so i wouldnt attempt just as yet. i don want to mah lu. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the theme of the camp was "extraordinary". i had a hard time pronouncing that word. i always never say the O in the word. the camp started by us putting our bags in the dorm. guys in the third floor, gals in the fourth floor. :) guys don have to walk up so much. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we had to play games, which was suppose to be like a stimulation for the second day. each of us had "special powers" and it was suppose to help us in the games. the games were quite fun. fun until i cant remember all of them. there was one where we had to pick up eggs with spoons on chairs. oh ya, in this games we are suppose to protect "civilians". civilians = eggs with faces drawn on them. i think the most stressing game was when we had to throw eggs to one another using trash bags. i was paired with jx. and we were not bad. but beside us were rach and mel. they die can. die die until we lost a couple of eggs. haiz. haha. i sound like im suaning them. im not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was not my liking. i was hunry be4 dinner, but no wei ko for the meal. so i was like super hungry after dinner. i was like smsing mel and adel to bring the corn bread for their dorm to the hall. i thot it was with them. turns out it was in the hall. haha. i eat two pieces super quick. felt beta. the session by jeremy was on self identity. i found it veri meaningful. things to ponder over. later during processing time, D time arrived. i drank two cups of milo. i don know what happened. but i started to feel horrible. vomitting feel. adel smsed me to say to go out to staircase and everyone can chat with each other. i did that, but i jsut went to the toilet straight. i wanted to puke. but i think i didnt dare. sigh. it was fun toking at the stairs. but i was constantly covering my mouth. sigh. we were toking abt the french guy hu kept on saying " i cant speak english". haha. so funni. time to sleep. i didnt sleep can... i had a headach, body ach, vomitness and stomach ach. laying down already took alot of my stamina. back would hurt. so i would sit up. and stare out of the window. beta than staring at the people around me sleeping. :(/ realli appreciated keith, cos he was taking care of me thru out the nite. gave me medicine, shared with me his water bottle, when i was cold lend me a towel to cover. haha. nice rite. i bet girls are like " wah. such a nice guy" haha. he has a girlfren le. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day and so much to read. ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up 6.30. im so proud. that is the earliest i woke up this holidays. the rest of the time its always 2 pm. so i was like yeesshh.. highlights of the day. the games. the sessions. and the magic of love show. i shall say briefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the games were more fun and i felt easier than the day be4. but of coz there are its diffculties. like having to complete different tasks under 100 seconds.once u fail a task, have to restart. reminds me of that segment in the 5566 variety show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;session was on bgr and ordinary people being extraordinary. the bgr tok was interesting. and i think i learnt some things. again, i ponder over some things. finally, i decided that slow is the way. haha. shall not elaborate anymore. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magic of love. i fell asleep lo. adel laughed at me. sigh. smth like tsk tsk? haha. i just wanted to see the new tricks that pastor khong introduced into his show.. and it was pretty cool. i still cant figure out his hanky trick. even though its the third time i watched it in three years. :( the testimonies by him and his daughter were veri touching. and it just reassured me of god's healing powers. :) with him, nothing is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day le. we didnt go to the church session, but i heard from my dad that the presence of the holy spirit was there. and the presence was very strong. the youth in the camp didnt go. nt sure why. but we had our own worship and instead of some preaching, it was thanksgiving. quite a couple of people gave thanks. haha. ade, mel, mat, jj and cy. haha. mel and adel were funni can. whispering to each other. i somehow felt that adel was like using mel as the mircophone. o adel whisper smth, mel say out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after thanksgiving, some cleaning of the hall. the camp was finally over. feeling tired at all, i wanted to go home. but the guys were going out for lunch. i also felt hungry. so i tagged along. while waiting for the rain to stop, we plaed abit of volleyball. its scary can? touch abit, the ball will zoom away. haha. but adel and mel are good. jason also. he was like teaching them what to do. hah. sometimes i wish i joined vb instead of track and field in sec school. a sport that requires alot of teamwork, relying on teammates in certain times. i think its nice when u are able to trust ur teammates completely. in sec sch, i feel that i don trust others, only care abt myself and my event, my progress, my performance. so i don realli bother abt others. till the extent that i m enemies with my fellow teammate in the same event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, in sajc. i can feel the team spirit within the guys. so its more fun than in sec sch. :) only motivates me to perfrom better when people are behind u. i feel pretty alright for next year. i hope i can show some results in march, when the first competition will be on. i haven reach the size i want. but at least i see some improvements. :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, back to after the camp. we went for lunch at hougang mall. i ate some japanese pork thing with some prawn stir fried in flour. wads it called huh? i cant remember leh. i found it veri funni when cy, jason and kev were like roaring all over the place. and taking food from other people. especially when cy tried to take my red rugbies with his dirty spoon. haha. so funni. then we plae ji go ba. is that how u spell it? haha, i don know. here are some pictures from the time we were playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/917777/Photo_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/723548/Photo_0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/245886/Photo_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/175325/Photo_0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/918171/Photo_0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. in some of the pictures, u will see us putting up some hand gestures. thats coz we were playing the game. haha. all these were taken by cy. so sneaky. haha. adel calls her picture retarded. i think its cute. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today training was slack. i was so bored. that i decided to videotape myself doing some of the weights. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all. quite a long post. if u read finish everything, haha. i friend u! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metres=my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116645498071676634?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116645498071676634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116645498071676634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116645498071676634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116645498071676634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-been-long-time-since-i-update.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116607233637889750</id><published>2006-12-13T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T20:58:56.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been sleeping later and later everyday. needless to say, im sure u all know why. Hint: ps2? haha. nvm. shall update from tues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad wanted to bring me to queensway to go fix my specs. so i had to wake up early in the morning. i didnt. woke up at 10. which i felt was earli lo. but then he couldnt make it. so bleh. have to wake until after the church camp be4 i can attempt to go fix it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duriing tues training. i hurt my elbow while throwing the javelin.i find it stupid cos i have not thrown it for a few months. was expecting at least the elbow to heal abit. oh well. after throwing becoz my elbow hurt so much, i couldnt do the other exercises, except sit ups. yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot wad i did in the morning. but it wasnt siginificant i think. how can it be when i have already forgotten? training was fun. my elbow was alright. do weights. im satisfied with most of the weights im doing. except one. bench. :( later we did medicine balls. and jumping. i have a video in my phone of me and some juniors jumping. argh. haha. i look funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner we went to suki sukura opp parkway. me and my juniors. haha. buffet. 24 a person. how to say. i think we own the place. cos we kept on eating and eating and eating. so nice. i want to go back again. hu want? now im getting hungry again. :( after eating we walk around pp. was at the cd shop in the basement. was constantly going through all the cds. bored mah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just woke up. i feel blur. haven eat breakfeast, lunch. its 12.56 and i have to leave the hse at 2.&lt;br /&gt;time spent is like gettin shorter and shorter. :( i plan to throw today again. will place less stress on my elbow. i don want to hurt it even be4 next yr comes. :) thats all. the tv my family ordered arrived already. its not bad. but it gives us a headach when we watch soccer or plae winning eleven. don know why. other games is ok though. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i gtg. eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metres = my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116607233637889750?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116607233637889750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116607233637889750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116607233637889750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116607233637889750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/12/been-sleeping-later-and-later-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116589711454398895</id><published>2006-12-11T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T20:18:34.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>didnt update the past two days. why? haha. coz i been playing the ps2 in the nitez. so i don spend my time in front of the com in the wee hrs of the morning. :) okami. thats the name of the game. its fun. even though my brother still doesnt think its nice. argh. how many games let u use a brush and draw things that come to live? HUH!HUH! its just fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun. went for cell group, service then hang around for debriefing. jason gave us some keychain thing. its nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh my goodness... dylan zhi lian"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don like it. i never will. am not pleased. so please stop it. im afraid i will lose my cool so ya. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to cousin hse in the evening. was quite boring. ate veri little for the dinner. then we watch a funni/stupid show. called " jackass". american people doing stupid things. some are funni, while some are just pure sick. dont wanna describe. its just argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 1. too much ps2. ate lunch, stone abit. sms here and there. then left hse for training. so freaking unlucky. it rained. and like crazy. pouring. saw seran at the bus stop. he had a umbrella. but it was so small. cant share.so he said " let's just run. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later. every part of my body is wet. my socks, shoes soaked. shirt pants drenched. the feeling sucked. changed into training attire, and i was feeling so cold... ater warm up, i still feel cold. it just made stretching worse. so sore. :( coach was late too. he onli reached sch at 5.30. we started warming up at 4.30. so much time that reng fu can kick me in the adam apple. irritating.&lt;br /&gt;did alot of drills. javelin drills. was quite interesting. its like normal throwing. just no javelin in my hand. my left foot is not planting into the ground well. coach kept on emphasizing that to me. so i guess that i have to improve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to do. hope training later will be fun later. gym i tink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metres = my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116589711454398895?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116589711454398895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116589711454398895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116589711454398895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116589711454398895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/12/didnt-update-past-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116568317589327548</id><published>2006-12-09T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T08:52:55.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came home from clarke quay. so tired. went there with family( dad, mom, bro). later describe what we do there. shall first talk about my sat morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was 15 mins late for training, which was at bukit gombak. ( so far! ) little time to warm up and stretch. didnt want to fall behind them in the exercises. today training was just tough. toughest sajc training this holiday. maybe tougher than toughest vs training. haha. tough here tough there. argh. exercises was sprints. not jog, not stride. sprint. so all out. 400m, 300m,200m,100m,400. thats the distance for each set. and in between each set we have to do lunges for fifty metres or high knee lifts for 30 m. that was the work out. sounds easi. but it involved stamina, endurance, and mental strength. thats what coach told me anyway. someone asked me why i do these when im a thrower not a sprinter. well, i think its suppose to help me speed. and stamina. so i can last longer when i throw. ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after everything, we were warming down. it was 11 am and the sun was out. so we were like jogging in the sun. then came along our captain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/281023/DSC00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/172418/DSC00004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. he started late. and because of the sun, he chose to carry a umbrella. haha. so funni. we started laughing across the field as soon as we saw him doing so. plus, he is wearing fbt shorts. so short. he is called joey btw. tai chou! nice guy anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, the track and field guys including mewent jurong east. they wanted to eat kfc, i said no. they didnt listen. so we went inside. i chose not to eat kfc, so i went out and da bao a japanese pork culet, and brought it back in.luckily, no kfc people stop me. they saw me eating it, but they just walk past by. cos i scary? cant be la. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, we went to the arcade and plaed daytona. so fun. aha. they complain that i always bang them. causing them to flip over. i shall explain why. u know in the beginner course, there is one part where u have to drift alot. otherwise u will bang into the wall? well, im not good at it. so when i start turning there, and got my fren car to my right, i will use him as a cushion. but im pushing him into the wall at the same time. :) somehow or the rather, he will flip over. funni huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at 2. i got my hands on the ps2 game i wanted. haha. dl one. :P. plaed it on the ps2. its so cool. so much detail put into it. love it man. at 4 i left to go plae bball. i don know why, but ever since i plaed bball with cy they all. i been playing under the net. inside. not outside. i find it more fun, cause it relies more on the strength part. good training for me. haha. after a while. some guys came, and they were the type to smoke alot. and they were scolding alot of vulgarities. playing with them is like playing with needles. cos their elbows are so sharp. and they always use it to elbow. hurt my left arm. :( maybe i shld elbow them back. haha. so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home, sleep, then left for dinner. brother was talking to me abt how long our grandparents had been staying with us. it been quite long actually. slightly over three weeks i guess. as time pass by, their comments are becoming more and more "pedicular". sigh. i think they are leaving for my aunt;s place tomorrow. maybe will have a nice dinner then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at clarke quay, we ate at hot stones. wanted to eat there, because they prepared mostly red meat dishes. which i want. alot of protein in red meat. yummy. brother was freaked out by the scalding hot stone which was cooking our meat. if u touch it, don think u can touch anything for a few days. was walking around after that. saw alot alot alot of people queneing up to enter MOS. mother was condemning them the whole way. so funni. i had to assure her so many times that i wont go there. at this age of coz. maybe when im older i will. if im relali bored. there were many ang mohs, and indians. but the indians i saw were more white. fair. after walking around for awhile, we saw some people flying some motor paper planes/kites. ( its a mixture of plane and kite ). veri cool. they put flashing lights on it. so u can see the plane movement even in the nitez. the people flying them were pro. think they belong to a club. they were jsut displaying their skills. everytime they do a impressive move, u hear everyone go " Oooooooooooo" . haha. i was fascinated. veri nice to watch. my brother just wanted to go home though. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i guess. nth much more to say. my eyes are starting to close. :P have to wake up early for cell. haha. ntiez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metres= my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116568317589327548?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116568317589327548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116568317589327548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116568317589327548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116568317589327548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-came-home-from-clarke-quay.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116559650171238368</id><published>2006-12-08T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T08:48:21.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:) today was a productive day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 9.45. early ho. eat breakfast. for once didnt have to endure my grandmother nagging of always waking up late. being lazy me, i took a cab to katong mall. having piano lesson. after the lesson, i and jess ( my piano teacher ) walked to pp. i wanted to buy a album while he wanted to go to the post office to transfer money. so we walked together. tok to him abt several things. haha. he is an interesting guy. veri cool. long hair, dyed, the jap feel. parted ways when we neared the post office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on came my search for the album. sigh. first went to sembawang. search search, cannot find. decided to skip gramophone and go to popular to find it. reached there. cannot find also. i was like so unhappy. legs starting to hurt. mi toe. decided to try one last time, gramophone. reached there. walked to the japanese music section. and guess what? i couldnt find it again. i was so pissed. being bored, i looked at the chinese music section for fun, and i found my cd. the album entitled " secrets" by ayumi hamasaki. im like wondering why is a japanese album in the chinese section. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a cab home. being lazy again.. heard the cd. not bad. beta than the previous one. slept abit. left hse at 3.00 for vs training. today's training attendance was crappy. two throwers, one pole vaulter and one sprinter. so coach decided to make us do 3 rounds around the sch rather than * fart leg* ( i have no idea how to spell it. but it sounds exactly like what i just typed. ) during the run, felt that stamina was pretty alright. my legs werent tired. no body pains. only could wear my heart gasping for air. but i think thats normal. maybe that means my stamina is better than be4 the holis? i hope so. so sick of being the last few during 2.4 km run. after the run was followed by stretching then gym. gym was fun too. now able to do the bicerp curls more smoothly. the bar weighed 2, 3 kg ? and the weights i used were 10 kg. so at most its 23 kg. do it with two hands. not light. heavy? abit ah. hope i can do it comfortabley by end of next week. im bored so i will describe the whole work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 sets of bicerp curls&lt;br /&gt;3 sets of leg press&lt;br /&gt;3 sets of leg curl&lt;br /&gt;3 sets of specific bench press&lt;br /&gt;3 sets of power bench press&lt;br /&gt;3 sets of * stick pull*? ( not sure what u call it. u pull a bar down from above, until behind u or in front&lt;br /&gt;of u)&lt;br /&gt;3 sets of indiviual exercise ( its for javelin throwers)&lt;br /&gt;3 sets of ( no idea wad u call it. also don know how to describe it)&lt;br /&gt;100 sit ups&lt;br /&gt;3 sets of 10 jumps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was happy becoz i got to do so much gym. especially since im veri sure tomorrow training at bukit gombak will be mostly sprinting and speed base exercises. yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my training, headed home. smsing on the way. haha. csvb do gym. haha. and melanie got a cut on her finger. poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the nitez. even though i was onlin chatting, smsing, and hearing music. i managed to do some hw. chemistry. wasnt that bad. i cld understand what the piece of paper was trying to tell me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was packinig my cds. i arranged them on my bed. so i can put the cds in the case. cosi seperate the cds and the cases. so now im putting it back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/750887/DSC00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/257744/DSC00012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this are the number of japanese cds i have. original :) however, the no. of cases i had didnt tally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/315520/DSC00013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/858227/DSC00013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt find many of the cases. apparently it some where in the hse. will to find it. sigh. so ma fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ps2 game i want came out. but if i buy original, it will cost $99. so ex. sigh. have to consider my options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. got to sleep. bb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metres = my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116559650171238368?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116559650171238368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116559650171238368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116559650171238368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116559650171238368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-was-productive-day.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116551009449800373</id><published>2006-12-07T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T08:48:45.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been so tiring the past one day plus. significant activities were that i had a chalet and playing bball. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppose to meet at pasir ris mrt at 2.30. i woke up at 1.30. argh. i jumped up out of bed. really. got the sudden feeling of " oh man. i got to hurry." ate lunch. * i miss the feeling of eating breakfast. :( * somemore had to rush and pack my stuff into my bag. only reached the mrt at 2.30. like im suppose to be at pasir ris at 2.30. not be at my mrt station at 2.30. sigh. reached there at 2.50. see so many people waiting. mau lu. found out that shuttle bus was coming at 3.15. so i asked why then did we have to meet up so early. someone answered me " it's because we know people like you will be late. " haha. argh. not good. not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checked in. guys wanted to straight away hit the games. but nope, we had to write small notes for our j2 seniors. because this chalet is like a farewell event to them too. had a hard time writing finish all of them. for those that i talked to, trained with,it was pretty easy. but because i don know all of them personally, *different event mah* so after awhile i was writing the same thing for every other senior. just that i paraphrase. so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, we did plae ps2 for awhile. then someone suggested playing soccer. at first i didnt join in, but after awhile cos one of them had to start the fire, i had to sub in. sigh. wished i didnt plae. i hurt my poor right toe. i would put a pic of it up if it wasnt so yucks. can only say that flesh is flashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like every chalet. not all the food was cooked properly. but becoz of mi laziness, i just ate it anyway. haven feel any side effects from so. so i guess it wasnt that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the j1 excos gave the presents to the j2s. ( a small board with pictures of the person and notes from the j1s to him/her. so sweet right. ) then came the part i didnt like, they decided to pass a candle. and one has the candle u have to talk about your lessons and wad u value abt ur seniors/ track and field, etc. so mau lu. wad came out of my mouth sounded so much better in my brain. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spend the rest of the morn. 2 am to like 4 am playing winning eleven. argh. keep on losing. was paired up with reng fu. don know wad happen to us. lose all the way. after awhile i got bored. so i slept at 4/5. woke up at 7. not tired, also not fresh. just alright to plae bball. so i left the chalet. then made my way to B vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was going to plae bball with some of the cell group people. cy, mat, Z, S Bing, and Zhi Jian. i was the latest. and i didnt even eat breakfast yet. managed to buy some paus though.. CY took a picture of me eating though. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/943760/IMG_0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/762340/IMG_0556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me eating a lousy Big Pau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/482751/IMG_0554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/516971/IMG_0554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shao Bing and Mat wearing their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/252562/IMG_0555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/63964/IMG_0555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two Zs. ( is the ball going to hit the rim or is it going to fly by? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bball was fun. 3 v 4. even though the numbers were unbalanced. i felt that it was still enjoyable to play. haha. but how to say, i keep on missing from outside. :( so in the end i was inside. most of the time against zhi jian. who is tall... but so gentle. haha. we were like saying that we shld trash talk him so that he will be more agressive. haha. CY also can plae lo. somemore with his funky shades, how to see wad he want to do. haha. shao bing and mat, obviously can tell that they plae together for quite some time le. haha. plae so good. then for Zest( ok i going to admit, how to spell his name. i been going with Z for sometime le... ) keep on dropping his specs. plus, his shoes' soles came out. haha. on fire. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we plaed until like 12. then we stopped because it started to rain. we went to go eat chicken rice. haha. hainanese chicken rice, which i love. because im hainanese? haha. actually CY ordered for us, chicken for 4. ( four of us sat at a table. three at the other. ) so apparently there is a 12 buck type and 16 buck type. wonder why.. anyway, the chicken rice boss was wanting to ask whether its 12 or 16. at first, we said we will wait for CY. then i was like " hmm. veri hungry... " then i consult them. so we ordered the 16 buck one. haha. i like it alot . veri nice.here, there's a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/730812/DSC00001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;seeing the chicken again makes me hungry. oh man. but it was so fattening. but nice. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after the meal, we walked back to the mrt before we parted ways with CY. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;something funny happened. i was smsing melanie. chat abt something. then she was saying she was going out. i was saying i was going home. continue. then suddenly she tell me she saw zhi jian in the mrt. then i was like huh, im in the same train as zhi jian. i look around. then i saw melanie in yellow. talking to a female who i found out was her mother.be4 i cld say anything, she stop at the next stop. i find it so conicidence( how do u spell this word.... )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;reached home. first thing i did was sleep. i was sleeping on mi bed with the computer screaming out music. so shuang. reached home at 1. woke up at 7.30. dinner time. haha. im such a pig.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;didnt get to plae piano much these few days. ( yes i plae the piano. someone yesterday already go tell me i don look like the time to plae piano. :( ) so tomorrow piano lesson will be whacked by teacher. postponed lesson to the morning so that i can train in the afternoon at vs. haha. cant wait for training. feelin the side effects of the chicken. oh ya. CY sent me some pics from expo. so im just going to put it up. :) some are blur&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/874653/IMG_0397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/625665/IMG_0399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/413152/IMG_0454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/472014/IMG_0467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/987132/IMG_0472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/369609/IMG_0473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the last three pictures. were all taken by rachel. and i didnt know she was taking them. irritating. especially the second one, its so looks like i know she is taking it la. i was like " eh. how come she pointing that thing at me. " then red light. :( haiz. plus, im smiling in the last one. nooooooooo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im now no longer thinking abt that matter. :) yay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tomorrow training shld be fun. :) i want to throw. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;50 metres= my target&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116551009449800373?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116551009449800373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116551009449800373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116551009449800373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116551009449800373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-been-so-tiring-past-one-day-plus.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116533826483995344</id><published>2006-12-05T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T07:47:18.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so happi. past two days got to do more weights. which is good. :) so much running wont help my throws alot rite? need strength! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coach didnt come today. we did stair work, pull ups and sit ups. i did some extra bench press. :) onli managed to hit 40 pull ups. not all at one go. into several sets. haha. i think i can get A for nafa leh. yay. pull up that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is cca chalet. hope it will be fun. im bringing a ps2 controller and some games. think the vs track and field team shld be having a chalet too at pasir ris. maybe i will drop by? will be sleeping overnite. so i guess i wont update tomolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on thurs i will be playing bball with some of the cell grp guys. near Holland V i think. will have to wake up early to leave the chalet. haha. so far away. argh. but i think this will be a good time to interact more with the guys in the cell. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished my chem file. now left math which is a horror. cos i do math jsut by scribbling on papers. veri hard to know which papers go where. sigh. most likely i will dump them all. missing alot of math notes though. which is a worry.after i finish filing i will start on hw. cos now its easier to find my notes. so proud of my fiing. i shld take a pic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time i will be training will be on fri. thinking about doing some shadow throwing. maybe video tape mine and my juniors. haha. post it here? thinking abt doing so. share with people on how i throw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, been bothered by some things. things that shouldnt be bothering me. the fact that im bothered shows that i haven change at all since sec 1. still the same. shallow me. maybe cos i feel bored with wad im doing everyday. thats why i make efforts. but always shunned. so heck, i think i will just focus on more impt things. just that, wad a stone man. argh. just wonder wad did i do wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pai sei if u cant understand. i also don realli understand wad im trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father been coughing alot recently. worries me. becoz of work? told him to go see a doctor. unsure whether he did so. but sometimes when its 3 am and im still awake, i can hear him coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays been praying for alot of things. pray for my Dad's cough, pray that my grandparents will stop scolding each other in hainanese that i cant understand, pray for my training, pray for people who hurt themselves, and other stuff. ya, sometimes i don know why but during the prayer sometimes people faces will appear. so i will add in a word for them, so ya. hope that they improve in their stuff and things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im having a veri strange conversation now. lets just say that i dislike the word cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 metres = my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116533826483995344?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116533826483995344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116533826483995344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116533826483995344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116533826483995344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-happi.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116525176910784843</id><published>2006-12-04T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T09:02:49.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. i woke up late again. 1.30 pm. something wrong with me. always wake up so late. so to me it seems like the day pass by so quickly, practically because i always waste half a day. sigh.. lost count of the times i go down to the kitchen and eat my lunch straight. grandmother will walk past me and say " haiz, wake up so late again. hahahaha." YES, she laughs. then if i drink soft drink worse. she would say " ah yo, first air con now soft drink. haiz." haha. in chinese its leng qi and leng sui *shui?* so it kinda sound funny when she said it. haha. yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today training was tiring. one of the more tiring ones for me. don know why. hamstring was still feeling tight from saturday's training. then coach tell us go do a long run, jia luck lo. if u were in east coast park and u saw a few boys in victoria singlets, im one of them! yeesh, i train in the victoria jersey even though im not a student there anymore. cos its comforty, and i have to train in a singlet. habit. find it easier to move my upper body. then we did weights, and i had to endure coach calling me weak again. haiz. still not there yet. irritating. sit ups, jumps. then we finished training, of course only after cool down. plaed basketball too. haha. was fun. but got this sec 2 boi who was talking alot. irritate me. but i was in a good mood, so it didnt really matter. just a irritating boi, its alright. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be training in vs again. cos this week there wil be no sa training until sat. sajc track and field chalet is on the wednesday. so im going. cant expect me to don go, i will be some anti-social person. even though i will miss two days of training probably. haha. im crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today for dinner, my maid cooked beef. we dont realli eat beef in this family at home. only outside. so it was a change. i was making it a point to eat as much beef and pork as possible. because its high in protein and helps to build mass. hopefully, can build more muscles. i was puting so much into my mouth, that i was like gagging at times. hah. shld have eat slowly. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plaed piano then continue filing stuff. i filed finish physics, econs, and half of chem. hopefully by tomorrow i can finish everything.. going to set alarm to wake up early. not because im anxious to file stuff. but because i don want to waste another half day. haha yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now when i was in my room using the computer, i suddenly heard my grandmother make some noises. it was like weak groans. i turned behind and saw that she was still sleeping. turns out that she was having a nightmare. woke her up so that she stop having them, then she went back to sleep. luckily she stop having them. was wondering what the nightmare could have been. the fact that two of her sons have already pass away before her? or something that i don know about her. just wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda pissed and sad today. not going to say wad. but just feel that i am wasting time, money and efforts. so i think i cant be bothered already. i already have enough worries with hw, training and packing my messed up room. its just that i realli was interested. haha. don know la. i sound like a weirdo. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brother is coming back tomorrow. not sure wad time is the flight though. will have training so if its afternoon don think i can pick him up. if its nite, maybe will accompany parents to fetch him. haha. even though im so lazy that i wish he take a cab home himself. grr, so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearing the song mockingbird by eminem right now. find it a sad song, now i feel super sad. thinking abt how i feel so " ". grr.. this sucks. maybe i shld just sleep to forget abt everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad a weird entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" now hush little baby don't u cry, ......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 m= my target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116525176910784843?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116525176910784843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116525176910784843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116525176910784843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116525176910784843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/12/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116516421538937796</id><published>2006-12-03T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T08:43:35.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>forgot to blog yesterday. haha. guess i cant post everyday huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday training was interesting. after warm up, stretching. we had to do some sprints. sprinters 200 m. throwers 80 ms. stride until we reach a mark, after the mark we have to sprint all out. and our coach will time us. my timing were so so. the distance that we had to sprint across is like 30 ms. worst timing for me was 3.7 seconds. best was 3.50 seconds. haha. 0.2 seconds. doesnt sound alot to me. haha, but apparently it does.&lt;br /&gt;then i went home after training, rest abit, go for combined cell meeting. it pissed me off that when i left the place. my parents started arguing. over something stupid. cant stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today church was alright. sermon was short. i felt that quite a few of the cell members were missing. otherwise more lively, haha. there was the initial plan to go airport after church to pick up a cell member who was coming back from overseas. but in the end quite a few left. haha. reasons like helping the sister to pick a sandal for prom, going for mother's wedding, etc. haha. i had to leave after awhile to go to my cousin house. we watched this vcd. japanese movie. called battle royale. soso. gruesome but the movie lost its plot towards the end. the main actor was the guy who acts as light yagami in the movie deathnote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that came home. and here i am. have not finish my hw, my packing of the room and files have not finish. and i feel that im not developing fast enough from weight training. so many worries. dont be supprised if i get more white hair.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always have faith~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116516421538937796?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116499096772548517</id><published>2006-12-01T08:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T08:36:07.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/973712/DSC00225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/352975/DSC00225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just had a haircut. don realli like it. ya. so sad.. nvm. wait for it to grow back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was boring. no one to sms. no one to tok to. no training worst still. nvm. going bukit gombak stadium on sat morning. for training. :) afternoon have to go tc. hope i still can walk then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still packing my room. argh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116499096772548517?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116499096772548517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116499096772548517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116499096772548517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116499096772548517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-had-haircut_01.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116490552516652645</id><published>2006-11-30T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T09:36:19.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. im actually cleaning up my room right now. but i got bored. so i ended up taking pics. haha. to share with people on how my room looks like. ( and how bad it is now.) oh ya, my family just renovated the place so its suppose to be nicer than last time. haha. i hope so. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/972714/DSC00121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/212608/DSC00121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bed. com is on the left and my wardrobe is on the rite. haha( my grandmother is on the bed if u cant tell. sleeping now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/748911/DSC00116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/22593/DSC00116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wardrobe. i find it kinda big. cant realli fill up everything. alot of jackets inside. the jackets are wore by everyone in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/928659/DSC00115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/606741/DSC00115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a peek inside the wardrobe. haha. nothing much rite. try to make out what are those items. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/128015/DSC00111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/838094/DSC00111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new cabinet. haven put much stuff inside yet. to the right of the cabinet are all my comics. :P haha. ya i know, veri little. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/409944/DSC00113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/83479/DSC00113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toilet bowl. :P haha. yes its random. but i couldnt get a nice pic of the entire toilet. not easy. haha. if u notice, the toilet bowl helps to clean ur "behind". haha. ah, the beauty of technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/453459/DSC00110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/524375/DSC00110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MESS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/577595/DSC00109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/669744/DSC00109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MORE MESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/320351/DSC00108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/502220/DSC00108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. slightly messier. if u look carefully, u can see a pamplet that has pastor kong's family on the cover. i didnt realise that it was on the table when i took the picture. was packing my stuff. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/980700/DSC00084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/400/491894/DSC00084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course must have a face of me. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place is a mess because im packing now. haha. dont think that im living in a pig sty ho. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for today, training was simple. test! sprints, running, jumping, throwing. haha. finished them in a hour. overall, i improved the last test! which is a good thing. haha. now must improve more and more. :). really cant wait to throw, sick of shadow throwing and throwing balls. cant wait to throw a stick. haha. a metal stick. that is sharp. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all, i go continue packing. so irritating. haiz. hope i don wake up at 1 pm again. got piano tomorrow. lala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116490552516652645?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116490552516652645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116490552516652645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116490552516652645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116490552516652645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/11/haha_30.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116482192854296959</id><published>2006-11-29T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T09:38:48.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/257311/DSC00034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/453931/DSC00034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. this is what i bought. a vcd by ayumi hamasaki and a comic book( basketball one) * broke le*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. today training was fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is short entry. cause im enjoying watching the vcd. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116482192854296959?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116482192854296959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116482192854296959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116482192854296959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116482192854296959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/11/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116472411368178030</id><published>2006-11-28T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T06:58:58.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8022/238/1600/DSC02328.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8022/238/320/DSC02328.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmm. felt like sharing more things about myself. haha. so here is something i don think people know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a birth mark on my back. haha. i know its kinda random. but i believe many  i know don't know that. haha. so just felt like sharing with the world. haha. used to joke that my birthmark is like singapore. the shape i mean. haha. lame i know. haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today woke up at 12.. not bad. improve by an hour. yesterday was 1. so tomorrow should be 11.haha. hope so.  i actually woke up at 9.30. but couldnt bring myself out of the bed. got magnet. so i press snooze. press press press. press until 11.30. then i off it. finally woke up. so slack. nowadays this is how my days go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12pm: wake up&lt;br /&gt;12.15pm: go eat breakfast&lt;br /&gt;12.30: play nba game&lt;br /&gt;2.00pm: eat lunch&lt;br /&gt;2.40pm:get ready to go out&lt;br /&gt;3.30pm:training start&lt;br /&gt;7pm: training ends&lt;br /&gt;8pm: dinner&lt;br /&gt;8.30pm: piano&lt;br /&gt;9.00pm: use com(maybe study?)&lt;br /&gt;2.oo am: brush teeth sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. most or less its like that. pretty boring huh? feel like i wake up only to go for training. if i don go training, i really don know what i will do home. doing homework is doubtful. most probably be sleeping. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today training was abit slack. throw javelin ball for half an hour. do weights. then end le. sigh. coach wasn't around. so feeling abit sianz sianz. everyone had a bored look on their face. coach will only come back from china on the 1st of dec though. ( coach is actually the coach for the pole vault people. throwers decided to train under him. then i came back to vs to enjoy the facilities. haha. thats bluntly put forward.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plae abit of bball after that. seniors vs juniors. haha. how to say. the juniors are not very sporty yet. haha. they are running away from the ball at times. haha. two of them have names.(duh) but i cant remember. only can remember their nick name. superman and buzz lightyear. haha. the reasons behind their names are weird. nvm. haha. they remind me of myself at sec 1. haha. sadly.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im kinda pissed by my mother rite now. maybe if i describe wad happened it be more clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandmother is rather old(92). so her bones are feeble and weak. when it's cold, her body will be in pain. so everytime before she sleeps, she puts on some kind of tiger balm thing on her body. i think its suppose to help relieve the pain. so past few weeks my grandparents been staying with us. ( father's side). i don think my mother is fond of them. sometimes the things she says and behave tells me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of the oilment thing. my room has a certain oilment smell. which im fine with. i cant smell it to be frank. but my mom does. so just now she came into my room, and her face was angry and all. then she started saying things like" i hate the smell so much. what is wrong with her. its abnormal to put so much oilment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she had said it once, i be fine with. but she kept on saying so. then i told her then don come into the room. then she is saying " this is my house." blah. sometimes i feel my mother does not set a example to us( me and my brother) when she constantly complains about my dad's parents. bad mouths even. so i always think to myself" so is it alright if my wife treats u like this in the future?" ( i will get a wife la. ) so i spoke to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: " i cant stand the smell."&lt;br /&gt;me: " mom. so next time if my wife doesn't like ur habits, then..."&lt;br /&gt;mum: " shut up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was mad at the moment she say that. really. but i didnt want to make things worse. so i just say " fine"&lt;br /&gt;then she left the room. she didnt say shut up in a nice way ok. she said it in the rudest way i can think of. sometimes try to bring across a point. she will think im trying to bring her down. all im trying to do is to tell her how i feel on the certain issue, and whether she can do anything abt it. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. don think i shall talk anything about this anymore. i love mi mum. she is so ncie at times. it's just those moments that sometimes cause me to dislike her. :( shall pray for her. hopefully things would be beta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. tomorrow training again. think not many people will come tomorrow. haiz. nvm. i believe that hard work pays off. so ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* chimps and humans share almost 99% of their DNA.*( TIME, December 4,2006 issue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. so im 99% a chimp. cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116472411368178030?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116472411368178030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116472411368178030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116472411368178030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116472411368178030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/11/hmm_28.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116464682016812072</id><published>2006-11-27T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:35:55.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like i cant get up before 1 pm. ah. so irritating. everyday its the same. wake up. straight away eat lunch. then go out for training. haha. i waste my whole morning. :( i shall wake up early now. its shall be my nov/dec holiday resolution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took at bus to training today. bus 13. big mistake. it was raining and i had a turtle of a bus driver. i took a hour to reach the intended bus stop. :( reached training slightly late. but nvm, i didnt get scolded. today onliy mr quek was here( oh daer, i hope its quek and not anything else. quack maybe?). had stair work today. run up the gallery/stairs 50 times then static chairs. pretty alright. but only one down side. cant stand the sajc track and field singlet. after abit of workout, its like sticking to me body and i have to constantly tuck at it. shld get a singlet which lets the sweat to evaoporate easily. haha. my ankle is feeling so much better. can run! can jump! can kick! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;head home. play piano. touch my dusty homework. math. argh. cant remember anything. its like alien le. wads integration? wads induction? wads differentiation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha.tats all then. haha. oh ya. i learnt that adeline mom opens a bubbl tea store. :) thats cool. i want to open one. haha. when im old and wrinkly. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116464682016812072?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116464682016812072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116464682016812072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116464682016812072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116464682016812072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-pig.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116455145124625054</id><published>2006-11-26T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T06:51:53.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/160988/DSC02232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/320/304166/DSC02232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family and i ( not my brother. cause he is thailand. had to repeat this alot of times today during church) just sort of had this for dinner and i was terrified of it. so hugggeeeee..... and fat. we didnt finish it, so we had to take away. otherwise i waste alot of money. got to spend more time with parents over dinner. nowadays, everyone is so occupied with their stuff. including me. so this times are pretty cherishable( is there such a word???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today woke up at 0730. had to go to tao nan entrance. my cell group was participating in this amazing race for the diabetic. so we were constantly learning things about the diabetic and mixing with them. i didnt think i have fun doing the amazing race. but i actually felt that it was enjoyable. my previoous amazing races were like horrible. haha. i was the only one from my cell group who was alone in a team. :( team 13. we finished the race first, but for some reason we got third placing. nvm. only a game. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church was fun too. felt that i interacted the cell members better:) which is kinda cool. haha. like got to speak to some of the vb players more.( and a swimmer. haiz. ) haha. wonder hu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i have training and i cant wait. past four days felt i didnt exercise much, becoz of my ankle. luckily it shld be better by tomorrow. especially since i didnt plae bball yesterday. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 onwards!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. later its manu vs chelsea. devils going to win. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116455145124625054?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116455145124625054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116455145124625054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116455145124625054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116455145124625054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-family-and-i-not-my-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116446895176186721</id><published>2006-11-25T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T07:35:51.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boring day. nth much to mention..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to catch a basketball game in the morning. SUNS vs NETS. not bad  game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to play bball... but it rained. so now i cant jump. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; was thinking about exercising in my small room. but mother dragged me all the way to YCK to visit relatives. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spend most of my time there figuring out how to use their outdated computers to print the permission forms for the amazing race activity tomorrow. took half an hour. involved alot of cutting,pasting, and resizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just reached home. have to wake up early. hopefully, i will have fun tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitez~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116446895176186721?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116446895176186721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116446895176186721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116446895176186721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116446895176186721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/11/boring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116438596907450185</id><published>2006-11-24T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T08:32:49.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/1600/854673/DSC02218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="232" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8022/238/200/329157/DSC02218.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel restless. why? i had to skip my training on thursday. because i kind of twist my ankle and my mother found out. orignally planned to continue going for training. but my mother decided to speak to me in the morning of the day of training. it was like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: " Dylan. your ankle is hurt rite?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Ya. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: " Ok. You can't go training. If you go, i am so going to kill u, scold u and ground u."&lt;br /&gt;Me: " ........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. she didnt really say that. but she meant it that way. so i had to skip training. :( managed to do some exercises at home though. couldnt do lower part of body. haha. ( if u don understand why, what have you been doing for the past 2 minutes???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. if u been wondering why i put that pic of my hand there, i shall now explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last tues i had training with the victorians at victoria. then we were doing bicerp curls. i did mine finish, and i didnt finish it smoothly. i struggled. after i finished it, then i realised that my hand was bleeding. haha. it turn out that a whole chunk of my skin and abit of flesh  just came out. sigh. i was ok with the pain. but the coach jsut told me that i hadn't been training hard. that my skin at the hand is so soft. like a sissy. haha. well, i heard it. i wasnt veri pleased. in terms of working hard, i felt that i am. but just that my school doesnt offer weight training to me just as yet. so ya, i was kinda sadden. but at least it serves to tell me that i have to work harder.  now the wound is closing. but a whole piece of dead skin is still there. ands it like hanging around. can play with it actually.  like the feeling u get when u play with a teeth that is coming out. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to tjc today. was their choir concert. and sajc was guest performing! haha. only can say that i felt that tjc choir performance was very gloomy and boring. when sajc choir sang, at least it was more cheerful. but overall it was pretty alright, not much people went though. max 200? haha. i made a joke to the guys about one of the choir people, and that they kept on teasing me about it. aha. so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ankle feeling better today. i think it shld be fit enough tomorrow to exercise abit. am planning to exercise through playing basketball. hope i have a good game. dad always tell me to jump more jump more when i plae basketball. haiz. guess im short. nvm. hope i can grow somemore. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it for now. ~`bbbyyyyeeee~~`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116438596907450185?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116438596907450185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116438596907450185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116438596907450185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116438596907450185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-feel-restless.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116421368003239244</id><published>2006-11-22T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T09:02:25.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..... i feel so slackkkk... holidays have already started for quite long already. and i still haven start on homework!! sigh. every night i would spend time watching naruto on youtube and chatting on msn. haha. now im up to episode 100 of naruto. haha. naruto is fun to watch though. the voice overs are interesting and very well suited to the characters. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently been focusing more time on training. not so sure if im in the right track yet. in terms of speed i think sajc track training is beneficial. however, in terms of strength i think i have t o buck up. today is wed. yesterday and today i been training with the pole vaulters and throwers of victoria school. when i compare myself to them. its very obvious the difference. and even if i can do some stuff barely, i shld be doing it beta and quicker. sigh. nvm. i will train hard for this period of time which is the holidays. cos once sch starts, i think i will have less time. haha. even though in my heart, i think i will continue training alot even if there is a test of something. haha. its my nature. when i like something i kinda neglect everything else. haha. but of cos i will try to study once in awhile. sigh. wad a sad life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brings me back to sec 4 life. started training everyday on weekdays. weekends? tuition all the way. in the end, studies didnt do well for prelims. and i didnt do well for nationals. when i think abt sec 4 nationals, i feel so freaking pissed. plus, this year i didnt get to throw at all. ms tan didnt let me. whihc brought about mixed feelings. so i only have next year to prove a point. hopefully things go my way. andi hit the target that i set for myself. haha. sch record?? haha. big hopes. big dreams. shall try me veri best . gambate! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fun studyin in n4n4. even though we didnt finish a single question. *frownz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. i hurt my ankle today. and im so pissed. theres a chance i will have to miss training. sigh. hope it heals soon. haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright then. shall update another time then. ciaoz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116421368003239244?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116421368003239244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116421368003239244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116421368003239244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116421368003239244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/11/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116360292266063848</id><published>2006-11-15T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T07:02:02.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm. so many things happened in the past few days. well, basically ever since op was over, i had to slog over the I&amp;R. which i did in 10 minutes. haha.  all while while chatting on msn. to n4n4. tuesday was gpf day. was like late for it. supposed to meet grp members at 9.30 at the cafe. i woke up at 9. took a cab down. onli reached there at 10. so late. haiz.luckily i passed my I&amp;R to sam. so they could just put it in. after that, i went out for awhile. lets just say it was a great time. realli enjoyed my time. haha even though i got tired after awhile. haha. n4n4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today training was fun too i guess. get to do some exercises. alot on weights. cos sajc we cant do weights just as yet. so i treaasured the time doing it. felt a big gap between me and my juniors. will have to work  hard for the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be going out before training. haha. cant wait. haha. im hungry. cant wait to eat. haha. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116360292266063848?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116360292266063848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116360292266063848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116360292266063848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116360292266063848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/11/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116308627123258383</id><published>2006-11-09T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T07:31:11.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha!! OP is finally over!! that so rawks! now i onli have my I&amp;R. haha. but i finished my second draft in 10 mins?? haha. hope it gets accepted. if it does, i cant believe that the holidays has finally started. haha. im so happi.but u know what. during my op, it wasnt say the best? my Q and A, i answered in some chinese. god knows why. haha. it was so comical. people were laughing. not becoz of my answer. becoz of the way i said it. haha.  think i was trying to joke, give myself to think. the female teacher and my classmate kate was like laugh laugh. aha. irritating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch. my knee is still hurting. hurt it last sat. i landed on it at the gallery at gombak stadium. pain lo. cant bend. crap. now it still hurts. we did stairs work today. jumping up the gallery steps. knee kinda hurts. haha. plus i was replying on my right leg more. coach said that it was becoz i relied on my right leg too much. tired. now in my room resting my poor legs. so tired. nvm. chatting online makes it less pain. haha. soothing. n4n4. hmm. i will update soon again. maybe when more things come up. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will things work out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116308627123258383?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116308627123258383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116308627123258383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116308627123258383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116308627123258383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/11/haha-op-is-finally-over-that-so-rawks.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116283514262744258</id><published>2006-11-06T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T09:45:42.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today training was fun fun fun. wad was it? circuit training. haha. so tiring!!!!!!!!!!! 5 sets. each set 9 exercises. each exercises will be 3 mins long. haha. do ur maths. it would take more than 2 hrs! which we did. haha. even though the last set was like cheat. each exercise onli do ten secs. ( it was already 8!) after that, the guys went to buy bubble tea. i bought two cups of my favourite, choc oreo!! haha. reached home. had alot of fun chatting online. :) haha. cant wait for pw to be over. then i can play, go out, train without a care in the world. of coz till sch starts. will start to worry abt hw. haha.:P will update soon. promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116283514262744258?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116283514262744258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116283514262744258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116283514262744258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116283514262744258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-training-was-fun-fun-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116222521934120845</id><published>2006-10-30T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T08:20:19.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so sorry... i took so long to update.. this past few days been so busy. project work stuff. so many oral presentation dry runs. Plus, last week even though it was coming to the end of the school term, we still had so many lectures and stuff. slept through most of them. oh ya. reminds me. i still haven copy maths lecture notes from anyone yet. i was sleeping in it. sheesh. the teacher lecturing was so boring and i cant believe that she is going to be our new maths teacher. sigh. so sad that mdm ang cant stay on with us. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but! one positive thing to me is that now i can focus more on training. stupid exams took up so much of my time. i couldnt run because of the haze also. so all i could do was the small dumbbells i keep at my place. gym was closed because of the exams. so sad. never mind about that. at least training resumed properly. and i bought my new pair of shoe. its exactly the same as my old new balance shoe. just in a different color. i didnt realise that it was the same model until the moment i was paying for it already. but it is really very comfortable. haha. today, monday, training was veri meaningful to me. i felt that it was the kind of training that emphasized alot on mental strength. circuit training. basically doing exercise followed by exericse with out rest in between. one set has nine exercises. each exercise we have to do for 2 minutes. between each set there is a 5 minute break. because i came late today for training ( watched a movie ) i had to stay later to finish my sets. while doing them, i was like talking to myself, trying to physche ( is that how u spell it????) myself up. it worked i guess, especially for the last set. however, there are still times when my body wont agree and let me down. so i guess i still have to train harder. remember. my aim. haha. if u wonder wad it is. go look and my previous entries k. i so have to go sleep now. tomorrow is op dry run 2. cannot be zombie. hehe. nitezzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116222521934120845?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116222521934120845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116222521934120845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116222521934120845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116222521934120845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-so-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116127212384412272</id><published>2006-10-19T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T07:48:48.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so sianzzzz of sch.. its so boring. lectures. tutorials. cant it all stop???? unlike sec school, we cant slack in school after the major exam. :( anyway, wen thye told me he nominate me for the improvement award. and i hope im kicked out in the firs round. its like i think his judgement is lousy. haha. remember justin? he won the courteous person award. haha. cant trust his judgement man. hmm. but if there is money, i don mind though. haha. but i didnt improve that much anyway. i know people who improved by thirty points. haha. ownage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday i went back VS. did gym with juniors. gym for 1.5 hrs then some throwing of the tennis balls. pretty light training. i forced them to play basketball after training. suppose to improve your flexibility while running at same time. haha. they made me do something stupid. plae 4 vs 1. crazy. me vs the other 4 juniors. haha. tiring. i lost 14-19.cause by the time it was the score was that, the gym was already closing and our stuff were inside mah, so we had to go take it and head to the showers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. crazy day.. long hours of classes. plus, qionging PW. crazy. but i think one of the better moments was when we gave our gift to madam ang and getting her to cut the cake. haha. our gift was a small bottle. and inside the small bottle was small little slips of paper whereby all the students wrote a little msg to her. haha. i think mine was quite long. :) then we took pictures. haven seen them yet. anyway, my hair is so messy. wont turn out nice. haha. people were complaining about my hair. wad too long. messy. thick. like bowl. sigh. decided to cut my hair tomorrow. OP is coming soon, cant look like a druggard when i do it. mother always call me that when i don shave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today training was pretty tiring for me. basically it was 10 times 200 metres stride. the haze made it worse. cant breathe properly. haha. my first set and my last set was the worst. first set i ran too fast. so when i ended that sad, i was already breathing quite deeply. last set, cause we ran quite a few sets, our legs were pretty tired. but i kinda ran too fast for the first 100 metres. but by the time i reach the next 200, i couldnt feel my legs anymore. so i ended jogging past the finishing line. :( next time shall preserve energy more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow have to pass up WR. and i still have to go find my content page. sianz. shall go find now. sigh. wish i could pon school tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116127212384412272?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116127212384412272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116127212384412272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116127212384412272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116127212384412272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-so-sianzzzz-of-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116100599674127776</id><published>2006-10-16T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T06:41:48.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8022/238/1600/DSC00067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8022/238/320/DSC00067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. here i am with another update. hmm. again i got back more results. so overall these are my results: C for phy, C for math, C for chinese, D for chem, E for gp and E for econs. haha. sigh. kinda lousy, but at least i got promoted. :) h2 subjects are chem, math, and physics. the rest are h1. so if possible, can someone help me count. i don know the mark weightage. haha. :P. some unhappy things happened the past few days. but it has settle down already. i really hope it will remain like this. the endless shouting and screaming, the violence. its not good... but at least now im in my room and its peaceful in the house. YAY! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was super long.. hours of lecture. mock chinese test. sigh. pe was cancelled. but the guys just decided to play basketball. it was so difficult to breathe. plus, my cough is still around. even though i found it funny that i cough only when im doing normal things like eating or walking. but when i exercise, the cough goes away. haha. that is a good thing. training was actually cancelled today. but i brought my stuff and all, and i didnt feel like going home. so i decided to do gym. maybe cos i still haven rest enough since the last gym session on thurs, but i couldnt do alot of weights today. still feel my lower part of the body has a long way to go.. yup. ms tan told me last saturday during open house that its better if i don take part in the javelin men open next month. she said that its better to be doing my training instead of risking injury during the competition. plus, the javelin is heavier than A div javelin. hmm. i don know why, but i think im obsessed with this sport and my time is kind of devoted to it. i forgotten the number of times i train alone in both vs and sajc. the rest are always occupied with other stuff. maybe i should reach out to others more.. sometimes it gets kinda lonely.. my weekends especially. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told my mother my results. she was like alright. as long as i can get promoted.. then she told me abt how i can only take a break for 2 weeks and its back to studying. sigh. i think it will be sooner. the a lvl chinese exam. so sianz. just want to pass and get it over with. haha. think i said enough, nothing much already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;why arnt we close enough??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116100599674127776?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116100599674127776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116100599674127776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116100599674127776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116100599674127776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/10/haha_16.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116067238177837889</id><published>2006-10-12T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T06:15:05.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoope</title><content type='html'>got back a few results in the past few days. haha. im promoted. luckily.. overall results for the year: C for physics, C for Math, D for chemistry. the rest of the results haven calculate. although glad that i wont retain, but somehow i wished that i got better results than just C for prommos. i thought i worked rather hard. sigh.. maybe exercising was a bad idea? haha. don know la. today wanted to go out watch a movie but she was busy. so in the end i went to the gym. haha. i didnt even plan to go to the gym. just so happened that i had my exercise gear in my bag. trained for 2 hrs. mostly weights and some minor conditioning exercises. sigh my bench press, 20 kg a side plus the stupid sivler bar im already tired.so weak!!!!!! sigh. nvm. will do more. haha. saturday is open house. have to go and help out at the track and field booth. hope loads of people come our sch and take a look. haha. im going to sleep liao. bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116067238177837889?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116067238177837889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116067238177837889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116067238177837889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116067238177837889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/10/whoope.html' title='whoope'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-116032228935354043</id><published>2006-10-08T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T09:33:22.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. im back!!!! finally touch my blog again... the last time i did was during may.. haha.so i shall update wad happen since then. haha! im so nice..&lt;br /&gt;-June_&lt;br /&gt;This was my favourite month. why?? Training!!! haha. there was a track and field camp. got to know the guys better. and we got to throw!! haha. i was like super happy. even though they made us do a long ruN! i was owned by the long and middle distance runners. sigh.. still.. FUN! but the bad thing about this camp was one thing. Ms Tan, my track and field teacher didnt let me go for nationals. sigh, i was pretty shocked lo.. i realli thot i would go.. i never missed one ever since i joined track and field, so it came as a shock.. but i also felt that i was not veri ready for it. i wasted my 1st 4 mths of the year slacking.. in the end my nice senior, Baldwin was the only representative for javelin. ( nationals u can send three participants per event ). so in june i only went for swift.. having not thrown competively for so long, i only managed to throw 38.45metres. sigh... and it was in first throw. after that. i pulled my groin abit, plus my arm started to get back my old pain... oh ya... the competition was on the 18th of june! and what is that??? my birthday! haha. after the competition, i went to my cousin hse. (my cousin shares the same birthday). haha. was loads of fun. met relatives that i didnt see for long. like this kind of thing. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;-July-&lt;br /&gt;Common test!! grrrr. i did badly... these are my results: ABUSE. A for chem, B for chinese, U for maths, S for physics and E for General paper. sigh34 pts. just pass the 31 pts... my parents meet mr lee ( physics and my form teacher), mdm ang ( math teacher) and mr fang ( general paper teacher). haha. Mr Lee was quite nice.. wish he can be like that forever.but, it will never happen. nation track and field championships was on also.. i went to support my teamates. they did alright.. but when i saw my jav buds throwin in the A div javelin, i felt sad.. i was like feeling left out. i felt that even if i don get top 8, at least i would get the experience. oh well, it already pass. anyway, my aim is to hit 45 metres by this year, break my sch record next year and do well for nationals. haha. i don think it is impossible. :)&lt;br /&gt;-August-&lt;br /&gt;this month there was nothing much. there was still training though, which everyone shld know, i love.. haha. training is so much better than watching tv, movies, playing ps2 or anything. haha. i trained under my sch sprinters' coach, Mr Hossni. haha. he ran 10.2 seconds for 100 metres in his youth.. pro-ness. he made us do loads of conditioning exercises. the two most vigourous types were jumping up the steps of my sch's gallery and striding rounds around the track. at first i didnt want to do it because i thought it wouldnt help a thrower. but actually it helped to keep my fitness up. easier to do more exercises.haha. but towards the end of august, training had to stop till over prommos. i was sadddddd.....&lt;br /&gt;-September_&lt;br /&gt;this month is nothing but tutorials, studying, and paying attention in classes. i trained sometimes alone after studying. try to maintain fitness level. sigh.. but in september, i and her got together. so at least this month was meaningful in a way&lt;br /&gt;-october-&lt;br /&gt;prommos are finally over!!! i feel like a huge load is off my back.. haha. i never like exams and nver will. hu likes exams anyway??? if u do, u are crazy. get off this website rite now u freak. :) haha.after the last paper which was econs, me and some of my classmates went to ps. stick man, wei jing, pointy finger, biscuit,guitar lover, remy, trix, and crazy hello. haha. their all nicknames that i just made up except for wei jing. haha. its his chinese name. some of us watch miami vice. my god... its the worst 8 dollars i ever spent on a movie. yucks. tricia spend a bomb on her phone. wow. overwhelmed.. it was so much.. haha. as long as she finds it pretty, its ok i guess. after that the girls left and the guys and i went to the arcade.. i was obsessed with the basketball game. the one where u realli have to shoot? the balls will roll down and u have to shoot it through the hoop? u know that one? i liked it alot. then i played this samurai game. where u hold a plastic sword and the sensors will help detect ur movement. so at first cos my sword was too near the screen the sensors couldnt detect, so my stupid crazy swipes didnt help a bit. in the end i was sweating, and muscles aching.. after everything i followed zhe hui to bradell( is that how u spell it?) bought a few ps2 games. brought it home.. out of five discs, 1 worked. crap. next day went back change. change 4, onli two worked... monday im going to change again.. sigh.if it continues, im going to call the police and shut the store down. haha.sigh... sajc training resumes on the 16th of october!!! its so far away.damn. luckily, im going to train with the vs people. haha. the gym there is better anyway.. haha.c ant wait.. thats about all. and!!! i promise i will udpate my blog more often. so plz come backkkkk!! haha. ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-116032228935354043?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/116032228935354043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=116032228935354043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116032228935354043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/116032228935354043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/10/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-114787428333378071</id><published>2006-05-17T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T06:58:03.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. past few days been so stress.  anyway, these few days so many tests. this week had chem and maths. sigh. i WILL flunk it. argh... especially today's chem. i was beside justin and mingde.. justin's paper was like so far away. and mingde wrote too fast.. by the time i finish my 1st ques, he is already at his second.. mind you. question one has alot of parts.sigh.. in the end. i just peep abit. wont harm. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the rugby match. heard they plaed well and won. thats good. i didnt go cos i wanted to go home early for once and the place the match was plaed was veri far. haha. so i didnt go. not sure whether to feel sad or wad. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stop here. got gp work. bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-114787428333378071?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/114787428333378071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=114787428333378071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/114787428333378071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/114787428333378071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/05/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-114675361497925837</id><published>2006-05-04T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T07:46:07.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These few days.</title><content type='html'>boo!!!! haha. haven update for some time. always no time. haha. shall tok abt the past few days. on tuesday we had pe, and justin did something. haha. didnt know he like that. so clever one ah. haha. so nowadays we always link him and kate. haha. so fun. weee. then yesterday which is wed, was chuckie's birthday ( aka shi wei for the clueless people). haha. he got some talking flower which he actually thought about putting in the locker i share with him. haha. it will never ever be able to fit in lo. haha. then he got a doll. a orange hair scary doll. reminds me of chuckie. actually iven want buy a fake baby, then i say try to get a orange wig. then he saw the doll. and he put the pieces together and wah la! we have a perfect chuckie- like doll for him. haha. it was fun for him to parade around with it. plus letting some of us to take pics of him. haha. he is a sporting guy la. good guy ba. aha. then i was getting wee wee to ( also aka shi wei) to help me assemble my gun. ( some of the guys in my class like to go to this shop when u pay 1 dollar and u twist the knot and u get a random gun or toy) haha. i spend three dollars lo. haha. got two guns and one pirated bomber man. haha. then kate came. argh. she try to play with it. then she lost a spring which was part of the toy gun. haha. then she was guilty, super guilty. trying to find the spring, she even offered to pay me back the one dollar. haha. like i will take it sia. so un gent. haha. then when i almost lost it. she laughed and she sounded like a guy. lol. after that we had some talk by some B.I.T.C.H. she was like super bitchy, she thought she is like some queen sia. even punish some other students. all they did was sleep in front of her plus imitating her voice. man, she is so unreasonble. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday. actually today nth much happen. mdm ang didnt come. so we had 3 hrs free. i spend most of my time in the student centre. sleeping. justin was watching south park and sam reading a book. then got lec. sian sia. ok. the worst thing today. basically, i was walking behind clown,kong,orange. then i saw this piece of paper thing on the floor. then i started kicking it like some soccer ball. kicked it like four five times. after i stopped. justin straight away rush to me telling me that the stupid paper belonged to some indian girl. apparently, the girl was gonna pick it up when i just started kicking it, i couldnt see her from my blind side. so the image was she trying to pick it up and i was kicking it like some out of control beast. argh. when i realised. i was like omg, i straight away zhao. coome to think of it. i shld have like apologise straight away. sigh. whole day i felt guilty. sigh.so unlucky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all to say. tomolo is a slack day. onli got gp and physics. end early. hope class people wanna go out. otherwise i gonna spend my whole afternoon playing ball again lo. haha. hu ask my throwing cca to be so boring and non- beneficial. oh ya, forgot to say. abt that thing which ken, chang jing and shi wei said me liking some girl. i was so suprised when they say that. haha. maybe its the way i behave. shall behave. haha. anyway. ciao. ~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-114675361497925837?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/114675361497925837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=114675361497925837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/114675361497925837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/114675361497925837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/05/these-few-days.html' title='These few days.'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-114648870733474023</id><published>2006-05-01T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T06:05:07.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>past few days been quite slack.. didnt really study much.  pretty sure that there are tutorials to be done but i have not done it yet.. argh.. recently started to plae bball more often. during school breaks, after school and at the bball court near my hse..shall tok abt wad happened on sat. was playing bball. 4 v4. same team as my bro and his frens. the other team had two guys from philippine, one singaporean and another china guy. quite mixed i guess. well. the game was kinda tight, and heated too. the time i started to get pissed was when one of the P guys started bending the rules of the game. example. my teammate(brandon) was fouled by the P guy( hands). and when brandon said it was a foul. the stupid P guy had the nerve to say " no no, all ball" the expression on his face was also horrible. it was like arrogant, and that no way in the world he cld be wrong. i was pissed. it so happen that right after that they scored. so i pissed even more. so i just said loudly " never mind. its a dirty point".basically the team fouled us alot, always made decisions that benefited them( rules wise), and their behavior which really got on my nerve. the worst part was when brandon sorta passed me the ball, which was too high and fast, plus i didnt see it coming fast enough. so it hit me in the face. my specs flew, the ball went out of play and i was hurting. the stupid P guy had the nerve to say so loudly " alright!" maybe its nothing much. but at that moment i was super pissed. then i just confront him, saying " wad alright" i was pissed. realli. then my bro as always have to like be so guai. go like stop me from saying anything else. everytime its like that. i get pissed, he has to stop it. anyway. after that, my team got the possession. someone scored. i went in front of that P guy and say" alright!" dee dee dam, my brother come again. stop me. i mean the reason why i got so pissed with that guy was cos he was arrogant and like cos he is much older than us so he was like every decision he make is right. even if we know well enuff that it is not. after the whole game when i was at the bench. my brother went to go say sorry. and that P guy just answered" never mind. he does not know how play  bball" honestly, if i had knew he said that i think i wld have say something back. my bro onli told me when we reach home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today which is monday. i wanted to plae bball. Again. studied all the way from 12 to 5. then made my way to the bball court. and the stupid thing is that it started raining heavily. veri. and i was like wth. i want to plae. stop the stupid rain. sigh. so no choice go home. watch tv. and wad do i see. chuckie on HBO. haha. the moment i saw chuckie on tv. i could onli think of one person. and that was shi wei.. haha. hu ask the classmates to call him chuckie. the girls started it i think. so sad. well, im called osama. so everyone has a nickname i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its nite, and i have to go study. bb. weeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-114648870733474023?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/114648870733474023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=114648870733474023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/114648870733474023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/114648870733474023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/05/past-few-days-been-quite-slack.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-114606523602630965</id><published>2006-04-22T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T08:27:16.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm, shall start from tues.(25 april) started out alright actually, ankle was still feeling sore from hurting it the day before. Mr Sim made us run, ouch, that was painful for me lo.. sigh. then we had Basketball for games. it was fun overall. some funny moments. usually by girls, but still there were some by the guys. but during the game someone pissed me off. he/she said something which i didnt really like. so i was like"argh, fine. i will shut u up". it was like so unneccessary for he/she to say it. somemore the tone. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was sports day. it was so boring... nothing interesting. i got to bored that i kept on playing mario on the G.C. haiz. 3sa better than me in mario. haha. but min xin hu tried to plae the game was quite funni. died alot alot alot of times. haha. oh ya, and the whole time during sports day i had this bad flu. i kept on sneezing.. and mine is kinda loud, so the girls always like "oh my god' or start laughing. so mean. laugh at people's misfortune. well, for kate its not a first " hint: "Chin Pin". after sports day we had prac with mr lee hu looked like some punkster with his 3/4 shorts. haha. i think he is biased against me. he kept on telling justin to make sure i don do anything silly. wth lo, like i do stuff liddat.. mr lee always make us cheat, scarly thats how his class so called did well. after that, some of the guys and me went to the bball court. shooting around. then min xin and kate came to shoot too. and then it began the teaching of girls on how to shoot and lay up. so funni. kate when trying to lay up will like just halfway scream and run away from the ball. min xin at least can hit the board. haha. it was fun.. beta than just shooting around. it was more of having fun.. wish it cld be more like this. last time used to spend my time alone shooting at the bball court near my hse.. quiet court. no one goes there except weekends. after bball, and the girls left to see FANG, me, justin, biscuit,sam went to macs. already started rainning, so when we reached there we were quite wet. we spend time toking, abt nba, the rest cant remember. haha. then we went to that one dollar machine thing. i spend two dollars and i got a gun and grenade. biscuit got the exact same two things as me.. haha. we exchange with each other. cos actually i got two exact guns and he had two exact grenades, which we suddenly realised and started laughing like mad. cos i was making fun of him getting two of the same thing. then when it came to me, i also got two exact items. was kinda funni. after that we all went our seperate ways and go home. i took the long way home, took 31. regretted it.. cos i needed to go do no. 2 in the toilet. man, i was like fainting in the bus. my face was pale and white lo.. haha. reach home, just can say i was very relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth to do at home, so i decided to sleep. haiz.. i slept and i was woken up by my maid at 7.30pm... i thot it was in the morning, and that i had woken up late. i look at my clock and it said 7.30.( no am,pm) i said huh aloud. i went to my parents room and it was empty. cos i usally get a lift from my dad. so i was expecting my parents to be there( thot it was morning mah) then i like say huh ever louder. i run into my room and look at the clock. i was like counting each line to make sure i read the time probably. then i was wondering, 7.30 am how come still so dark. then i was like in my room, no glasses on, standing, thinking what is happening. then i realised lo.. then i shout out "crap la." my father heard it from the first floor and he wasnt pleased with me. haha. so silly. i hate this feeling lo. realli damn sucky. felt so lost. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. stop here. too long not nice. haha. got to go sleep. wake up early and not feel that lsot anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-114606523602630965?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/114606523602630965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=114606523602630965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/114606523602630965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/114606523602630965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/04/hmm-shall-start-from-tues.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-114529441792129009</id><published>2006-04-17T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T10:20:17.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 1 am on the 18th of april. im five hours from being waken up by my alarm clock.. just finished the PI thingie. so sianz.. i hate it. maybe cos i last minute. or becoz of the fact after i write my first draft, i actually wrote 1015 words... in the end i just cancel out so many paragraphs. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today school was fine. cant stand the lectures though. cant understand a thing. maths, physics, chemistry. ah. can go die... was so hunry after 1.5 hrs of chem lec that i bought quite abit of food. then i was eating beside shi wei. he kept on complaining abt the fact that he cld smell it and that the way i ate it was so obvious. haha. just jealous la. that my burger nicer than his mentos. iven was making some lame jokes , and got this couple in front of us argueing over physics. ahlamak. i was like " shuddup la. like that so agitated. lousy" then got training at five.. keep on doing the stupid track drills... like i need to do it.... i don throw a sharp stick with my toes right. sigh.. miss vs, miss cj. the training rockssssss... ah... haha. during training there were the cricket girls training. damn funni seeing them train. at first i thought they were touch ruggers. ( they all look the same). then around seven plus, the touch ruggers then come back. all muddy. i was throwing some stupid tennis balls then. "suppose to help technique" hopefully ba, still got some old habits that i cant shake off. nationals 05 is haunting me again. ah... reached home at 9. today don know why bus 966 and 15 takes so long. i waited for the bus more than i travel on the bus. reached home. realized man u was playing spurs. watched the last half an hour. man u won!!! 2-1. but the last moments spurs was really pushing. so scary. luckily lady luck was at our side. haha. sigh. i hope cheesy lose. i wish all their players got bird flu, and that jose got banged down by a car. be a dream come true. sigh. abit tired. i think i shld sleep now. otherwise i will oversleep and miss my bus. bbbbbbbbbbyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-114529441792129009?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/114529441792129009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=114529441792129009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/114529441792129009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/114529441792129009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-1-am-on-18th-of-april.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957331.post-114502758306602748</id><published>2006-04-12T07:42:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T08:15:12.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hm..btw, it suppose to be 14th april, friday. for some reason it shows as 12th april, wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anway, this is my first blog entry in more than a year.. use to blog more when i was sec 3. but stopped when exams came nearer. then i just never touched it anymore... decided to blog cos so many people i know like blogging and all, so i just decided to join in the fun. haha. im a person who is easily addicted. seriously. know this u all don purposely sabo me. haha. today i woke up at 1. and i realised i was so gonna be late to meet my cell group. cos today is good friday, so my church had some activities at West Coast Park which is so far from my place!!!! plus plus, it was raining like mad? around my place it was flooding. up to a level between my knees and ankles ( thats deep). reached WCP at 3.. drizziling. there were around 80 youths. and we were seperated into 6 grps. then played some games. most games involved water bombs, which im alright with... but there was this game and another grp that i had a problem with. Ok. the rules of this game is that u wear a hairband and a card will be attached to it. on the card will be something, like " shake your head". so say im the enemy, and i make u shake ur head, i get ur card, then u have to get another new card with a new item. the grp which wins the most cards are victorious. there was this stupid fat boy and tall skinny girl from the other grp that took this game so seriously that they hurl insults, thinking it will help them win. now the worst part. i had this card which said " brushes the backside" meaning to say people have to make me touch/brush my own butt". the other grp started throwing leaves and all sort of shit on my pitiful ass and some even went on to touch it??? and they would say things like" hey theres a spider on your butt" or wadever. it was veri irritating. imagaine this small punk of a boy keep on nudging u saying some nonsense. grrrr. i wanted to whack him or something. the worst i did was to tell this boy " dont touch me". i think i must have said this rather coldly, cos suddenly his face change from pure gee to fear. ah.. but at that moment i didnt give a hoot lo. i was that pissed..... anyway after all the games, we had dinner -we meaning me, 3sa, denie( wrong spelling i think..) and jian xing.... then we sat on this lorry which belonged to one of this adults, Ah Yo i think.. pretty sure he has a proper name but thats wad i heard them called him... the lorry was hugeeeeee and while it was moving, it was windy sia.. shiok.. then reach home lo.. ya lo. so sianz. i think i rather be in sch lo... can tease chuckie, can tease dustbin, and whack Iven for his cold jokes. can make fun of orange, clown and queen kong. so fun... haha. my class not bad la.. quite fun... plus, i always get to eat free sweets. that a definite plus plus. miss cj though. got cards, got long breaks, can come in super late. haiz.. tomolo shld be studying with some ex cj frens. they all go vj. argh. haha. anyway, thats all for today. abit long bah. i always write alot when im bored. and im bored now.. later got manu match.. weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. against sunderland. goal festa!!! haha. byeeeeeeeee byeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25957331-114502758306602748?l=osamastrikesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/feeds/114502758306602748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25957331&amp;postID=114502758306602748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/114502758306602748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25957331/posts/default/114502758306602748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osamastrikesback.blogspot.com/2006/04/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05386691122336330780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7s_e5vUUQY/TIzTheolP-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hWmdLoQDqss/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
