<?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-6244687</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:15:57.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light at The End of The Tunnel</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;In Veins&lt;/b&gt; &amp;#187 Family &amp;#183 &lt;u&gt;Friends&lt;/u&gt; &amp;#183 Band &amp;#183 &lt;u&gt;My Life&lt;/u&gt; &amp;#183 T610 &amp;#183  Lava Lamp &amp;#183 Hidamari No Tami &amp;#183 Stars &amp; Galaxy &amp;#183 Apple, Carrot Drink &amp;#183 Oboe  &amp;#183 &lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Grassy Hopes&lt;/b&gt; &amp;#187 &lt;u&gt;Travel&lt;/u&gt; and see the &lt;u&gt;World&lt;/u&gt; &amp;#183 Wake up on time &amp;#183 Strike a Balance &amp;#183 &lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Grassonality&lt;/b&gt; &amp;#187 Overall - &lt;u&gt;Weird&lt;/u&gt; &amp;#183 Smart [others said so] &amp;#183 Good Orientation &amp;#183 &lt;u&gt;Joyful&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Bubbly&lt;/u&gt; &amp;#183 Pessimistic &amp;#183 Lame &amp;#183</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-115574215828244593</id><published>2006-08-16T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:29:18.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Tunnel</title><summary type='text'>Message for commuters:We've come to the end of the tunnel. It is a dead end and this is the furthest you can go. Thank you for your effort but we regret to inform you, the only way out is to turn around and go back. Please follow the signs to get yourself out of this tunnel and detour to your respective destinations. We do not wish to see you again. Bye.Yup, i'm having thoughts, many of them, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/115574215828244593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/115574215828244593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2006/08/end-of-tunnel.html' title='End of Tunnel'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-115427503950417819</id><published>2006-07-30T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:57:19.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Successful Failure</title><summary type='text'>I always claim that i will blog when i'm free. But you know what? I was fikling free last week to do so many things cause i was being a very very irresponsible person. Honestly, i did felt bad about. For a short while and then i kinda forgot about it. And if this gets me into trouble, i'm so going to regret like mad - or maybe just die or something.I'm having difficulty typing because i'm using </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/115427503950417819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/115427503950417819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2006/07/successful-failure.html' title='Successful Failure'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-115314711266033128</id><published>2006-07-17T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:38:32.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Drama Quiz</title><summary type='text'>five random facts about me.1. I got quite a density of fine hairs on my arms.2. I daydream quite a lot at specific times. Morbid stuff like the different ways i may end up taking my last breath, or land in a hospital.3. The nails of my smaller toes just drops off without me trimming. (Say EEEeEeeEWwwwww)4. I can actually talk a lot about things you don't want to hear if you don't shut me up.5. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/115314711266033128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/115314711266033128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-drama-quiz.html' title='Random Drama Quiz'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-115263154991311499</id><published>2006-07-11T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:15:59.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Kind of Post</title><summary type='text'>I thought maybe i should give myself a break from typing words upon words upon words. I'm sure it ain't exactly easy to read too, especially white words on black background. =pPp Ha. So here's something different.I decided to upload all the pictures i have in my phone at this present moment in time, around 2 years after i got the phone, taken using the VGA-quality camera of N6230. Ya, its not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/115263154991311499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/115263154991311499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2006/07/different-kind-of-post.html' title='A Different Kind of Post'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-115184475369627168</id><published>2006-07-02T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T21:08:51.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Energizer Bunny</title><summary type='text'>Author's warning: If you don't have time, spread reading this over a few days. Its extremely lengthy. Contents are not interlinkedI was possessed last week.No i'm not kidding. I have two suspects. Let me show you their profile.Then again, it could be a combination of both. Because it lasted all the way to today! Ok, maybe then the post title shouldn't be so one-sided. I'm an Energizer fan you see</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/115184475369627168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/115184475369627168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2006/07/energizer-bunny.html' title='Energizer Bunny'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-115030828476278939</id><published>2006-06-15T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T02:04:44.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alphanumeric</title><summary type='text'>Its 1:05AM, and the darn numbers at my bottom right of the screen is still ticking away. No no, ticking closer to 6:00AM which is get-your-ass-off-the-bed time. Yes, the school holidays are here. Primary to Poly, actually University as well. Practically every student in Singapore is having their holidays.Well, consider me a non-student student. I do NOT have holidays until the next one which is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/115030828476278939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/115030828476278939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2006/06/alphanumeric.html' title='Alphanumeric'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-114909262475524641</id><published>2006-06-01T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:23:44.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hibernation</title><summary type='text'>Effect: I'm sadCause: MyselfI'm a hopeless case for love.Going on hibernation. Sorry to those i will and already hurt in the process. I now know my role, and i'm both glad and relieved to know that i've been such a person. Its time for me to take a step back and relax. I'm too stressed.Give me time. I will really appreciate it and i'll be back. Forgive me, please.Effect: Loved ones sadCause: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/114909262475524641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/114909262475524641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2006/06/hibernation.html' title='Hibernation'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-114832610396750081</id><published>2006-05-23T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T03:28:23.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless</title><summary type='text'>03:01 AM, 23rd May 2006I lay on my bed for 2 hours plus since 11pm yesterday and i couldn't fall alsleep. I may have just slept too much yesterday but i'll never know if thats really why i'm sleepless tonight.A storm is brewing outside and somehow, my curtain got sucked out of the window. I like how it is outside. Trees being blown off centre, leaves rustle across the road, and brown skies in the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/114832610396750081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/114832610396750081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2006/05/sleepless.html' title='Sleepless'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-114744913566609267</id><published>2006-05-12T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:08:19.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Four Months</title><summary type='text'>Internship: Institute of Chemical Engineering and SciencesLocation: 1 Pesek Road, Jurong Island</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/114744913566609267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/114744913566609267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2006/05/next-four-months.html' title='Next Four Months'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-114728002224886440</id><published>2006-05-11T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T00:53:42.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank you, you 2.What's my ambition?I want to be a cloud.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/114728002224886440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/114728002224886440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2006/05/thank-you-you-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-114640819375824998</id><published>2006-04-30T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:43:13.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop, Look and Listen</title><summary type='text'>(L)~SkYRiVeR: how come nv go LDHa! I thought no one will notice. J being online on a saturday night is about as often as an election in Singapore. And so i was posed such a question.I chose to stay home on a saturday night for the first time in years according to that area in my brain assigned for memory. I replied "dun feel like going lo". And well, that was exactly how i felt. So at least i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/114640819375824998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/114640819375824998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2006/04/stop-look-and-listen.html' title='Stop, Look and Listen'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-114572502350448982</id><published>2006-04-23T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T00:57:03.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waste</title><summary type='text'>For Saturday 22/04/2006,The only good thing that happened today for me was being one of the team member in the team who got 3rd place at a competition. That was true bliss compared to the shit i'm feeling right now.I wanted to talk about how it went. But never mind, i don't feel like saying. Maybe if i feel like it in the next post that probably won't come.The jam was probably the worst i ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/114572502350448982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/114572502350448982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2006/04/waste.html' title='Waste'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-114553868985604329</id><published>2006-04-20T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T21:11:29.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Saw A Rainbow Today</title><summary type='text'>I thought i give myself some free time and do a quickie with this blog.Time limit: 30minsWell, for the information of all you dear readers out there, i have officially started my term for this semester. But so far, i've been to school a grand total of 0 times. Hoho! I'm schooling at guess where? Jurong Island. Yup, most people think its attachment and its work. But actually for the first six </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/114553868985604329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/114553868985604329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-saw-rainbow-today.html' title='I Saw A Rainbow Today'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-114399710427019223</id><published>2006-04-03T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T00:58:24.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Cartoon</title><summary type='text'>I don't know how to put into words how i feel. Not even a rough description of it, not even a brief sketch of it, not even a slight glimpse of it. I only know that, there's a lot within and i'm looking for help.I didn't know [today] was Sunday, or at least i didn't felt like it was a Sunday. I had work in the morning when majority of the world is, where at that moment, i wanted to be - Snuggling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/114399710427019223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/114399710427019223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2006/04/simply-cartoon.html' title='Simply Cartoon'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-114339016258865449</id><published>2006-03-27T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T00:26:56.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Q1</title><summary type='text'>And March draws to a close. A quarter of 2006 is over already.I don't really have anything major to update about, no rants to rant, no screams to screams, no says to say. There's nothing that i will like to tell my readers about in my life this week. There's just nothing in my mind right now. Okay, maybe yes there are things. But nothing bloggable.Its funny why then, did i click to this page and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/114339016258865449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/114339016258865449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2006/03/end-of-q1.html' title='End of Q1'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-114279586257146298</id><published>2006-03-20T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T03:17:42.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Share Your Joys</title><summary type='text'>Tis is not the season for jolly but thought i shall try to share a bit of my joys with fellow peers who may or may not be having a tough time recently. I guess, no matter how distant you are, reading that somebody you know is doing well, will give you this little bit of brightness for your day. I doubt anybody who hates me reads this so i shan't bother bout the negative sides for this post.Let me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/114279586257146298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/114279586257146298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2006/03/share-your-joys.html' title='Share Your Joys'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-114166118752747185</id><published>2006-03-07T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T00:06:27.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Battle Within</title><summary type='text'>I'm running out of excuses not to post anything cause my holidays have started. And i don't work 7 days a week. So here comes my words and thoughts to start off March.Anyway, its gonna be short because i have a freaking long early shift tomorrow at 7am for 9 hours. But at least, the place is not that busy. I'm at the Airport. Store #10 for me. Let's hope i'll enjoy it.Ha! Sounds like i'm signing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/114166118752747185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/114166118752747185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2006/03/battle-within.html' title='The Battle Within'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-113984470738683060</id><published>2006-02-13T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T23:31:47.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck</title><summary type='text'>Hoho! This feels like a relaunch of my blog after i deleted it. Yeah, first post of 2006 done on 13th of Feb. A grand total of 49 days since my last post. That's like long enough for bird flu to mutate and start infecting whales as well. Now now now, i have absolutely no idea where to begin. Neither do i have any idea what is it that i want to post about. I'll start from the safest place - Me.How</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/113984470738683060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/113984470738683060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2006/02/good-luck.html' title='Good Luck'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-113554134020415931</id><published>2005-12-26T04:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T04:11:32.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truths from The Fragile Heart</title><summary type='text'>I'm gonna just eat into my sleeping hours today to do up a blog post before the end of this year. I forecast a busy week and i can't possibly find another proper time slot to slouch down in front of my com and start my blabberings. After all, tomorrow is the actual public holiday. Happy Boxing Day everyone. Especially to those i didn't actually send my greetings across. Let me just take this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/113554134020415931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/113554134020415931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/12/truths-from-fragile-heart.html' title='Truths from The Fragile Heart'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-113448676882332026</id><published>2005-12-13T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T23:12:48.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Survive</title><summary type='text'>Not sure how many have been disappointed with seeing this page not refreshing ever since 21st Nov.Just to let you guys know, i'm still alive and surviving. Though a bit too busy to drop by and say hi. Not even log in and give my online journal a well deserved update.Term tests next week. I'll be gone. But will be back hopefully, soon.Hope December's been good so far. Christmas is coming too.Have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/113448676882332026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/113448676882332026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-will-survive.html' title='I Will Survive'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-113251337569973963</id><published>2005-11-21T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T03:02:56.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffocation</title><summary type='text'>How time flies... third week of school. Another 4 to tests. Another 12 to exams. I'm here at this wicked hour because my mind refuse to get into a slumber. Maybe its afraid of the nightmares that might come. Maybe i haven't had enough sheep in my fields. Or maybe, i'm just sleepless. (Man i haven't used that word in a while).I did my tutorials in advance. But halfway through it, i felt so lazy. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/113251337569973963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/113251337569973963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/11/suffocation.html' title='Suffocation'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-113172980667568113</id><published>2005-11-12T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T01:23:26.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottle Caps and Bottle Necks</title><summary type='text'>Had this one written halfway and decided to pause and go do my stuff. Which explains the tag that gives notice for this post. Shall attempt to complete it now. And yes, i have exceeded and went into Saturday morning.After the chaos of changing timetables, buying new notes and selecting new class representatives, first week of Year 2 Semester 2 has completed. I know its not the right time, but i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/113172980667568113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/113172980667568113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/11/bottle-caps-and-bottle-necks.html' title='Bottle Caps and Bottle Necks'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-113137662253357440</id><published>2005-11-07T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T23:17:02.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask And You Get</title><summary type='text'>Back from school, back from China, back from the previous depressing post.The dreaded first day of the new semester has started. Okay, maybe you can't tell that i don't quite like it, cause i'm like so motivated to do work and all. Just completed my tutorials. (Science people are mental, first week first day only got tutorials to complete already. I'm just as mental cause i completed the whole </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/113137662253357440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/113137662253357440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/11/ask-and-you-get.html' title='Ask And You Get'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-113095667241654409</id><published>2005-11-03T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T02:37:52.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen Leaves, Brewing Storm</title><summary type='text'>Update? Maybe really its time for something new, cause those pictures are getting a little stale. The more i look at them, the more i thought it was no big deal. But hell, at least i had a day of fun to look back to.The monsoon season is here and it rains almost everyday, be it in the early morning, or wee hours of the night. Flashes and thunder becomes part of the daily happenings in the skies </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/113095667241654409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/113095667241654409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/11/fallen-leaves-brewing-storm.html' title='Fallen Leaves, Brewing Storm'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-112964949382701361</id><published>2005-10-18T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T23:31:33.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>River Heritage Tour</title><summary type='text'>Stories told by ImagesImages came from N6230 without the eyeHover for brief explanationWondering why i'm there this morning?There's this event called World Water Monitoring Day, and we were invited to participate. To obtain water samples from various places in Singapore to test and monitor the quality.At first, i thought its going to be another boring outing but i can't be more wrong. I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112964949382701361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112964949382701361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/10/river-heritage-tour.html' title='River Heritage Tour'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-112921118125982193</id><published>2005-10-13T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T21:46:21.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will? Power</title><summary type='text'>You work hard, seeking success. You are self-sufficient and in spite of all the trials and tribulations that have beset you in the past you carry on regardless. You are one to be admired because you pursue your objectives single-mindedly and with initiative. You know that you can 'do it' and what is more, you will - without necessarily being dependent upon the goodwill of others.You are an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112921118125982193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112921118125982193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/10/will-power.html' title='Will? Power'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-112886601679231398</id><published>2005-10-09T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T21:53:36.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyborg</title><summary type='text'>Can i return to the unfeeling stone-hearted robot i was before?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112886601679231398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112886601679231398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/10/cyborg.html' title='Cyborg'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-112879304724614026</id><published>2005-10-09T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T01:37:27.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride of Sorrow</title><summary type='text'>My feet is healing. Quite quickly. So for those who thought i was dying, due to my over-dramatization of my fall, i'm not going to die yet. I can walk without limping and can even do dances with small steps. So yes! I'm on the road to recovery. And i'm speeding too. Haha!But on another road, i seem to be going backwards.I went to send my parents off at the airport. I wasn't feeling so emotional </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112879304724614026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112879304724614026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/10/ride-of-sorrow.html' title='Ride of Sorrow'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-112860774883543498</id><published>2005-10-06T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T22:46:21.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><summary type='text'>I really didn't felt like blogging at all. There's really nothing to blog about my mundane life. Maybe not that still, but not roller-coaster exciting also. Honestly, if the urge to update still doesn't come, i think i can close this site, just like one of the links over to your right. (In case you're wondering, i took off the site already)But of course, something happened. Something substantial </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112860774883543498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112860774883543498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/10/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-112774980302137568</id><published>2005-09-26T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T23:50:03.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdate Update</title><summary type='text'>Ain't the title just too tacky? Ha.But i missed my usual blog time. So this one is an outdated update. I was way way too occupied the previous weekend to even have time to lock gaze and seduce my monitor. That is why i missed the usual time.On to the proper nuts and bolts of my life.As mentioned last week, i was employed as part-time. So after all the theory classes, its into the stores for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112774980302137568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112774980302137568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/09/outdate-update.html' title='Outdate Update'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-112715294694544349</id><published>2005-09-20T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T02:11:52.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Perks</title><summary type='text'>Well, i really wished i knew what i could update about myself for the world wide web to see this past week. Managed to sort out some of it, to cover up for the absence of a post for the previous week.I'll start off with the lighter stuff.For all who knew, and will know (after reading), i have been employed by Starbucks(TradeMark) as a part-timer at Compasspoint. I haven't actually start work but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112715294694544349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112715294694544349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/09/coffee-perks.html' title='Coffee Perks'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-112637549755760833</id><published>2005-09-11T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T02:10:33.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incense In Sense</title><summary type='text'>I'm back for redundan-cy. Such word? I don't know. But yea, this post is redundant.I took the very very last LRT train back home after HDB Hub jam. Wasn't really that enjoying it maybe because my body is too tired. My legs have sores, minor cramps, and everything that totally hamper my movement. But as usual, i ego big so act strong la, so i just hid the pain and try to forget the nagging </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112637549755760833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112637549755760833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/09/incense-in-sense.html' title='Incense In Sense'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-112619192049657593</id><published>2005-09-08T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T23:05:20.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scale Unbalanced</title><summary type='text'>Yes! Today is Thursday and that means my papers are over! Year Two Semester One is gone and i'm halfway through Poly. I'm surprised at how fast i'm growing old. Ha.Let me do a minor assessment of myself during this examinations. First Monday was a morning paper which i revised quite alot on. ET (acronym for the module) required a lot of work because, for the whole of Term Two, i only went for 1 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112619192049657593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112619192049657593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/09/scale-unbalanced.html' title='Scale Unbalanced'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-112568280434081511</id><published>2005-09-03T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T01:40:04.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Smiling</title><summary type='text'>I actually put in so much effort to attempt to post this earlier in the day but, really, nothing was flowing. And if you later think this post didn't exactly flow, trust me, the one in the noon was much worse. Conclusion: J is a night blogger. Anyway, what could actually make me grab my stool, on the com and quickly attempt a post the moment i woke up? Note, woke up from afternoon nap. Actually, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112568280434081511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112568280434081511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/09/sleep-smiling.html' title='Sleep Smiling'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-112516675804474773</id><published>2005-08-28T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T02:19:18.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel's Wings</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, its a once a week thing. And its always the same time. Guess you can roughly tell which are the times when i'm most free. But free-ness will come in bulk soon. Very soon.Papers on Monday, Tuesday, Monday again, Tuesday and Thursday. I so need to work hard cause i haven't been consistent throughout the semester. All the best to me. And after that, it'll be holidays. Wonder if i can land </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112516675804474773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112516675804474773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/08/angels-wings.html' title='Angel&apos;s Wings'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-112456277944290926</id><published>2005-08-21T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T02:32:59.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and Quick</title><summary type='text'>Didn't realise i broke through the centennial mark with the nostalgic post two post ago. Congrats congrats, new milestone. Coincidentally apt too. As promised, short and quick, so i'll go straight to the point.I have been getting a week full of headaches. Maybe not that full but at least one occurance a day for the whole of the last week. Wednesday being the worst day. Must be due to the marathon</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112456277944290926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112456277944290926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/08/short-and-quick.html' title='Short and Quick'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-112404124002728361</id><published>2005-08-15T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T01:40:40.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What If</title><summary type='text'>I'm back to push that nostalgic post a distance down this page, pushing it into the history and the post itself will be gone like how the contents went i guess. This post wouldn't be that juicy i believe. Got the "depressed" kind of feel, or for my close friend and sister, the "yellow car" kind of post. But really, i'm not feeling like a downpour. I'm just cloudy with rays of sun shining down </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112404124002728361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112404124002728361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-if.html' title='What If'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-112369660527720523</id><published>2005-08-11T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T02:01:09.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simmer Down</title><summary type='text'>And last Saturday marks the first day in two, almost three weeks, of me appearing in TWE. That means something.It means that my datelines have one by one passed by and i'm proud to say that i didn't miss any. Unlike the pathetic SGD$0.40 that i owe the NLB since 1998. 7 years in debt. Ultra pathetic i tell you. And those two books, i can't even remembered what was i thinking when i decided to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112369660527720523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112369660527720523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/08/simmer-down.html' title='Simmer Down'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-112223774225054505</id><published>2005-07-25T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T04:42:22.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obligated</title><summary type='text'>I felt like i owe my blog an explanation for this sudden negligence i gave. Its been two weeks since i last typed something, though not the longest interval but i know it could have been much shorter.I actually have so many little little things to say, so much so that i don't know where to start. And while i ponder where to began, i forget some of the little little things. Just like how i often </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112223774225054505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112223774225054505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/07/obligated.html' title='Obligated'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-112114190837033096</id><published>2005-07-12T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T12:18:28.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The News</title><summary type='text'>Before you launch yourself into another frenzy of dialling 1900 112 6888 just because your favourite artistes are either sticking tongues into fans, or parading half naked on eggs, please spend like 2 mins reading this.Singapore charity chief reveals 350,000-dollar salary, first-class travelThe chief executive of Singapore's biggest charity group has made front-page headlines after reluctantly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112114190837033096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112114190837033096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/07/in-news.html' title='In The News'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-112109516778736147</id><published>2005-07-11T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:19:27.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Envelope of Self-Doubt</title><summary type='text'>I feel like laughing.Haha!Unfortunately...At myself.I've entered a fog. A fog of self-doubt.I lost my confidence. I lost my faith in myself.Worse still, i think i lost myself.I lost my personality.I think, i'm changing way too fast. Its beyond recognition. I can no longer describe myself at all. I think i need to settle somewhere and find out. For, if i don't love myself, i'm not fit to love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112109516778736147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112109516778736147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/07/envelope-of-self-doubt.html' title='Envelope of Self-Doubt'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-112040626095753795</id><published>2005-07-03T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T00:01:20.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savour</title><summary type='text'>Quite a long interval since "Dark Waltz". Basically had quite a lot more thought processes to publish but more often than not, i forget about them the moment i reach home base.But here i am, back from my excursion to "the broken road". Back into this tunnel to talk more about my daily problems as listed by "Cannot Find Server". But i have a feeling this post won't turn out right. Somehow.Of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112040626095753795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/112040626095753795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/07/savour.html' title='Savour'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-111927908263750321</id><published>2005-06-20T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T22:51:22.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Waltz</title><summary type='text'>Like great, i haven't eaten anything whole day already. But i don't feel hungry. Had some coffee and tea though. And like 2 slices of bread. I ought to go hunt. After this i guess.All it took, was just a single bus ride from Toa Payoh to SengKang, a twenty minute slow walk after that and a friend to 'slap' you back down onto Earth even without him or her knowing, to get me the little spring in my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111927908263750321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111927908263750321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/06/dark-waltz.html' title='Dark Waltz'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-111894059415996668</id><published>2005-06-17T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T00:49:54.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen Angel</title><summary type='text'>Its been a tiring week. And thank goodness for having no classes on this Friday so that officially meant, my weekend started as of the last class i had before i typed this. Ha! A long weekend for a tiring week. Aptly placed. Can just sleep and sleep and sleep my short life away.And so, the sleep marathon started just now. I was like the first in the race i think. I slept the moment i reached home</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111894059415996668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111894059415996668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/06/fallen-angel.html' title='Fallen Angel'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-111833217521835330</id><published>2005-06-09T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T23:49:35.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Go Of Love</title><summary type='text'>It's so funny to see two friends meeting for half a day, both appearing non-chalant, talking and giggling, watching his eye candies and critisizing his taste, only to know that both are not feeling right deep down under that facade.Hide. Now it seems clear why sometimes a skin is called a hide. It's like another layer you place upon yourself to keep the real surface hidden.I think both of us know</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111833217521835330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111833217521835330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/06/let-go-of-love.html' title='Let Go Of Love'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-111799500856473524</id><published>2005-06-06T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T02:15:20.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Snail</title><summary type='text'>Ok, was reading and re-reading my previous post and i just cannot remember what i had wanted to say. So, its probably fated to be gone. Haven't been to Sentosa for quite some time, last time being Fountain Of Youth performance by TWE. The journey in was very significant that's why i think i won't forget it for some time at least. And then today, or rather yesterday, Balloon Hat Festival returned </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111799500856473524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111799500856473524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/06/snail.html' title='The Snail'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-111729933146813486</id><published>2005-05-29T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T00:55:31.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face Reading</title><summary type='text'>1 week gone. A pretty alright one. I realised i get to enjoy a four day study week cause on alternating Thursdays and Fridays, there are no labs for me. And those labs are the only lessons the whole day. Therefore, its free day for me. Whee~ Whoever have been helping me pray for a nice timetable, thank you so much. It had worked. Its the 3rd Semester already and the timetables never fail to keep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111729933146813486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111729933146813486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/05/face-reading.html' title='Face Reading'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-111678469583894911</id><published>2005-05-23T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T01:58:15.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><summary type='text'>Had a four and a half hour Tee Vee marathon just a while ago. It started with a Formula 1 Grand Prix. Not interesting if you ain't a racing fan i guess. Anyway, this Grand Prix was the only street circuit in the whole calendar so it was kinda special. And it was very entertaining. Once again, if you're not the kind who's interested in seeing a few cars running around in laps, then probably you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111678469583894911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111678469583894911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/05/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-111660265076852058</id><published>2005-05-20T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T23:26:07.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumps</title><summary type='text'>Last weekend before school opens. And it nicely fits in as a long weekend. TP's academic year somehow always have public holidays on school days. Not that i'm complaining much though. But sometimes it can be a bad thing. Like having school on Christmas Eve or New Year Eve, totally turns the festive mood off. Can start counting down the days to the next holidays. Next vacation: 18 Sep 2005 to 6 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111660265076852058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111660265076852058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/05/bumps.html' title='Bumps'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-111589073194457842</id><published>2005-05-12T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T17:38:51.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Castles Can Fly</title><summary type='text'>2nd week of May is about to be consumed by time in a matter of days, and now, i'm counting down to the start of school again. This week must have entered the record books for the "guai-est" (obedient) week for the past year or so. Stayed at home for 3 out of the 5 days since Sunday. Gotten so much additional rest that i think i will lose in the future when semester starts.Now that i'm counted as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111589073194457842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111589073194457842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/05/castles-can-fly.html' title='Castles Can Fly'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-111493432981388501</id><published>2005-05-01T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T15:58:49.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolishly Incomplete</title><summary type='text'>Whee~ Just got home from Swissotel Stamford, including a short detour to some relative's house for some baby's birthday. That's the number four hotel in Singapore that i got to have a stay in. First was Conrad Centennial, Sheraton Towers, Ritz Carlton and now Swissotel. Feel like staying at most of the classier ones. Hope my capable Mom can get. Hiak hiak.The room wasn't really that nice, but its</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111493432981388501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111493432981388501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/05/foolishly-incomplete.html' title='Foolishly Incomplete'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-111384081402713337</id><published>2005-04-19T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T00:16:33.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Livestrong</title><summary type='text'>I guess i'm not an accessory person. Keep forgetting to bring the Livestrong band out. And i just recalled, it's not exactly mine yet. Simply cause, i haven't paid. Completely slipped my mind, shall pay it asap the next time round.Goodness me, haven't gone swimming for five weeks straight. Haven't been running for months and months. I was suppose to resume them as soon as my semester break began.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111384081402713337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111384081402713337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/04/livestrong.html' title='Livestrong'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-111315440766577511</id><published>2005-04-11T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T01:33:27.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax and Breathe</title><summary type='text'>I so so need help in EQ. Like the same incident happen for the second time and i'm still dumbstruck on what to say and do. Somebody willing to help this nerd here? Nerd, really a nerd. Can study but social skills like crap. How apt is that red NWO shirt. Tsk.Anyway, i haven't been loving and spending time on myself for quite some while already. No, i'm not narcissistic. Just that i do things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111315440766577511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111315440766577511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/04/relax-and-breathe.html' title='Relax and Breathe'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-111107145928906726</id><published>2005-03-17T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T22:57:39.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Daze</title><summary type='text'>I think blogger hates me. After like trying for the fifth time, i finally get to this page without fail. I think i finished doing my own observations. But in the process, i sorta realised that when you put things into consciousness, it didn't felt as natural. Like i'm forced to stir in a certain direction or take a first step on a staircase. Anyhow, here's my results.1) Do you stir in a clockwise</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111107145928906726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111107145928906726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/03/lazy-daze.html' title='Lazy Daze'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-111029689217833259</id><published>2005-03-08T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T23:52:44.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Overlooks</title><summary type='text'>Guess i was relatively bored, so i cooked up this list of questions for myself to answer within this week. Feel free to check if you can answer them for yourself too. When you can't even answer 10 out of 20, then its time to notice yourself more and stop looking at other eye candies.1) Do you stir in a clockwise or anti-clockwise motion?2) At the start of a flight of stairs, which leg do you use </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111029689217833259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111029689217833259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/03/daily-overlooks.html' title='Daily Overlooks'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-111012597064438638</id><published>2005-03-07T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T00:19:30.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Kill</title><summary type='text'>Something is not right.I was feeling quite alright one of a few nights ago during my dinner. Not the kind i have at home, at wee hours, all by myself kind. It was those i shared with people around me. The kind where eating seems to be off the priority. Well, it wasn't a huge group like those we always have for our lunch. It was a cosy foursome.Then i felt this familiar sting in the middle of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111012597064438638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/111012597064438638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/03/words-kill.html' title='Words Kill'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-110976528153112045</id><published>2005-03-02T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T20:08:01.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT Fallout</title><summary type='text'>Let me start with a piece of good news. I have finished practically all of my projects and am now left with just a third of a project that is starting this friday. Yeah! And that justified my presence here - I have got enough time to get a proper blog entry up and online.I think i didn't waste the effort put into those work. I was pleased with not only myself, but most of my group members as well</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110976528153112045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110976528153112045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/03/it-fallout.html' title='IT Fallout'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-110805878707741290</id><published>2005-02-11T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T02:06:27.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blotch of Pain</title><summary type='text'>If i continue not blogging, i might as well just close this down and remove myself from people's links.Busy, simply isn't good enough to describe the state i'm in. I have too many ongoing projects at one go and they are all due more than soon enough. Seriously speaking, i'm amaze i still can last till now. My face already plead for destress with all those fresh pimples growing even before i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110805878707741290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110805878707741290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/02/blotch-of-pain.html' title='Blotch of Pain'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-110611252809122326</id><published>2005-01-19T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T13:28:48.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely Positively Nothing</title><summary type='text'>I guess i can't remain submerge off the line any longer, and here i am with a post more than two weeks apart from the previous one.I seriously have nothing to mention about other than ongoings about my life. That is in fact, pretty much as stale as a wet towel in a bag, and boring as the organic chemistry textbook lying on my table waiting for the next onslaught of silverfish.I'm in the midst</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110611252809122326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110611252809122326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/01/absolutely-positively-nothing.html' title='Absolutely Positively Nothing'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-110476172864788323</id><published>2005-01-03T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T22:15:28.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refrigerated Emotions</title><summary type='text'>Happy 2005!Yes, i'm almost 3 days late but, i hardly wished anyone other than those i was with as the clock struck twelve. Too early to tell if it'll be happy or not though, but hopefully, this year will be a minimal of satisfactory.I'm online, posting rubbish which were longer than most people's attention span, for a complete year already. With a grand total of 77 posts, averaging at around </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110476172864788323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110476172864788323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2005/01/refrigerated-emotions.html' title='Refrigerated Emotions'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-110433534278439745</id><published>2004-12-29T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T23:51:30.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushing It</title><summary type='text'>I've been feeling the chills of the weather for the whole day already. I was wearing long sleeves but my palms still froze. It's been the third day this week that air temperature had been somewhat down. Cornily, my mood haven't been up too high as well. Maybe it's the earth trying to adjust to the change caused by that earthquake. I read that some geologist said the earth actually shivered on its</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110433534278439745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110433534278439745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/12/pushing-it.html' title='Pushing It'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-110399688477538075</id><published>2004-12-26T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T01:48:04.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Christmas Time</title><summary type='text'>Price of food for potluck party: $10-30Price of gift for exchange: $10-$20Price of renting DVD: $5Price of hearing your friends' laughter: PricelessSomehow, being a host is actually very fulfilling as well. I think it's just me. I like seeing things from scratch, through painstaking preparations, moments of enjoyment, and finally coming to a blissful end. I get to welcome people through the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110399688477538075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110399688477538075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-christmas-time.html' title='Its Christmas Time'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-110355796892346648</id><published>2004-12-20T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T00:00:06.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me And Just Me</title><summary type='text'>Well, i finally got myself down in front of the create post page to type something. I'm thinking if its the lack of bloggable events happening in my life, or is it the lost of touch to put thoughts into words; events into posts that is keeping me away from this page. After all, i update the links everyday and create post is just a mere click away.Anyway, i got myself out to clear my to-do list </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110355796892346648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110355796892346648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/12/me-and-just-me.html' title='Me And Just Me'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-110278578424734511</id><published>2004-12-12T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T01:23:04.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Negativity</title><summary type='text'>Offstage is over. Many thanks to all alumni who contributed time and effort to make this debut a wonderful one. Thanks also to the cooperative bunch of people in TWE who helped to share instruments, packet brunch, what-have-yous to aid the alumni to enjoy successful rehearsals and an enjoyable performance.Thats one thing off my spilling To-Do list. I just started it this week actually and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110278578424734511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110278578424734511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/12/negativity.html' title='Negativity'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-110218427742761071</id><published>2004-12-05T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T02:17:57.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cough and Sigh</title><summary type='text'>Just like many other people around you, i've succumbed to defeat in the battle against the influenza and/or cold virus. It's been sometime since this tough little boy here have fell ill except for numerous head throbs, heart throb and what nots. Finally, the body surrendered and here i am, coughing my lungs out and sniffing my nose in. I'm already on the road to recovery to fight back and reclaim</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110218427742761071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110218427742761071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/12/cough-and-sigh.html' title='Cough and Sigh'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-110157606594812348</id><published>2004-11-28T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T01:21:05.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Dark Chocolate</title><summary type='text'>Did some sort of a blogging quiz, and i was defined as the "hardly update" blogger. Just tell me about it.I went out to work on thursday and a bit on friday. The job scope is pretty simple - Call everyone on a given list. The pay is pretty fat actually which was why i accepted. It was an one-off affair for some seminar. In the end, i had to call up approximately 230 companies just to ask if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110157606594812348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110157606594812348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/11/bittersweet-dark-chocolate.html' title='Bittersweet Dark Chocolate'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-110079448667546799</id><published>2004-11-19T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T00:15:59.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short And Sweet</title><summary type='text'>Nothing significant today. By right, i won't post. But since you're reading this, it obviously didn't go that way.I'm posting this while the moon, hanging in the clear night sky, slowly went behind the drapes of under construction buildings. It's been long since i took in the sights of the moon. It is either i'm too busy, or ignorant to notice this beauty of every night, or its too shy hiding </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110079448667546799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110079448667546799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/11/short-and-sweet.html' title='Short And Sweet'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-110045962446618492</id><published>2004-11-15T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T03:13:44.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tossed, Turned and Stir Fried</title><summary type='text'>Somehow, i think when you are not in peace with yourself, the world world around you seems to be in turmoil. Every little bad thing is amplified while every single tiny good one, diminished. Every action of yours seems to trip on yourself with every happening in the surrondings seemingly working against you. Your thoughts don't link nor flow, and hesitancy in decision making often leave you with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110045962446618492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110045962446618492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/11/tossed-turned-and-stir-fried.html' title='Tossed, Turned and Stir Fried'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-110028697968757175</id><published>2004-11-13T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T02:20:51.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teh, Loti &amp; Gu You</title><summary type='text'>Ok, guess i shall not delay this post any further. Or it will seem like i'm talking about some ancient findings instead. Before that, here's a little bit of crap. Last thursday night, when i was leaving serangoon for home, somehow the song "Only Love" by Trademark came out of my mouth. Its been ages since i heard that song, and i seriously wasn't feeling sappy at that time, but somehow the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110028697968757175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/110028697968757175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/11/teh-loti-gu-you.html' title='Teh, Loti &amp; Gu You'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-109976476413815348</id><published>2004-11-07T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T02:12:44.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dripped, Dried &amp; Drained</title><summary type='text'>I stuck to my ways. This leopard here still didn't publish posts of reading-friendly lengths, neither frequently. Habits are hard to kick.I'm just feeling so so tired of late. It feels like my store of energy is breaking all-time lows day after day after day. Breathing alone seems like a chore already. To think my schedule isn't that suffocating at all, it still leaves me wondering, where have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109976476413815348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109976476413815348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/11/dripped-dried-drained.html' title='Dripped, Dried &amp; Drained'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-109925121742374223</id><published>2004-11-01T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T03:33:37.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke Apart</title><summary type='text'>Wheez and a new month has arrived. Nothing major, like a happening once every thirty days or sometimes that extra one to make our SMS plans more profitable for telcos. Reading through my actual page, i only manage 5 post in 2 months. Signs of a dying blog i must say. Its not like i'm in NS, or even school for that matter. Bleargh. Losing touch, losing fast.Important and urgent first. Alumni </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109925121742374223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109925121742374223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/11/broke-apart.html' title='Broke Apart'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-109820502088088451</id><published>2004-10-20T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T01:43:42.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gathering</title><summary type='text'>Had so much to say between the last post till now. But everytime that create post page loads up, i drew blanks and can't put words from myself to the blinking cursor. It somehow just didn't flow the way i wanted it to and i sorta deleted it.This one probably won't be any much better, cept it will get published unlike the rest.Been bowling like freak recently. Think total of 9 games already </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109820502088088451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109820502088088451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/10/gathering.html' title='The Gathering'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-109708252954292805</id><published>2004-10-07T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T01:08:49.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars in Alignment</title><summary type='text'>You walked into an empty dressing room - basins on one side; benches in the center; showers at the other side. You skimmed across the puddles situated all over the floor, as you rest your belongings on the nearest bench. Gathering all the necessary bath peripherals, you walked to the usual shower, the one situated at the most secluded end of the room. After a tiresome workout, the pressurized </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109708252954292805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109708252954292805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/10/stars-in-alignment.html' title='Stars in Alignment'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-109578771604973040</id><published>2004-09-22T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T01:28:36.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F5</title><summary type='text'>If you're still using my links as a reference tool, sorry for the misleading information this past week. If you're not, thank your own fantastic vision. I haven't been updating, both the links and the page, for a long long cyber time. My apologies. I was too caught up with stuff happening in school. Yes, exams are coming, but i won't be going on a blog drought, not because i have absolutely no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109578771604973040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109578771604973040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/09/f5.html' title='F5'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-109508814815251779</id><published>2004-09-13T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T23:09:08.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Point Form</title><summary type='text'>Minor update to show that i'm alive and kickingBeen MIA from TWE for a very long time alreadyStill MIA cause TWE's gonna step down for examsGood luck to Sec 4s taking Prelims, Hope my wishes workedGetting a little occupied with TPDon't know if its good or badOwn exams coming, feeling a tad bit of worryBecause i can't do some tutorials and purposely not do othersChanged T610 for N6230 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109508814815251779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109508814815251779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/09/point-form.html' title='Point Form'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-109405352211562486</id><published>2004-09-01T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T23:45:22.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boiling Me</title><summary type='text'>1st Sept is designated as Teachers' Day and i have got to enjoy the holiday that came along with it for the past ten years. This year was the first time i did not get the deprived break that i always seemed to need. But how apt it was for me not to celebrate it. Fuck Teachers' Day i say.Well, i generalise for the sake of my fingers, if not i would have to make subtle references all the way just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109405352211562486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109405352211562486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/09/boiling-me.html' title='Boiling Me'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-109327873521995184</id><published>2004-08-24T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T00:32:15.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blue Blacks</title><summary type='text'>Just finished reading this month's Readers' Digest and they say to be luckier, you cannot think negatively. So, it's a bad monday but it could have been worse. That just sounded like i'm in denial of some sort.I was late for school again and strolled into the lecture hall halfway through the solution of an example question. I couldn't grasp what she was saying, cause i was partly falling asleep</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109327873521995184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109327873521995184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/08/monday-blue-blacks.html' title='Monday Blue Blacks'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-109267962546467095</id><published>2004-08-17T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T02:18:07.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touchdown</title><summary type='text'>Looks like many many events happened during the four days i was away. It looks like i missed a very fantastic show by SFW. Besides that, i also didn't taste the biggest cake i would have most likely sink my teeth into. Greedy me. :pHong Kong is a nice place to go. It would have been terrific if this trip was less of a budget trip so that i can get more stuff than i already had. Their lifestyle </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109267962546467095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109267962546467095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/08/touchdown.html' title='Touchdown'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-109224782056938546</id><published>2004-08-12T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T02:10:20.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signing Off</title><summary type='text'>By the time most of you see this, i'm for certain not on this sunny little isle. This is the reason for my absence from the upcoming Fest Winds and Junior Band Fest. I'm off to Hong Kong for a sleepover. It's just a short stay, so short i don't classify it as a holiday. I don't know why, even when my flight is barely seven hours away, i'm not a least bit excited about the trip.I'll be missing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109224782056938546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109224782056938546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/08/signing-off.html' title='Signing Off'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-109216060627350381</id><published>2004-08-11T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T01:56:46.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>周杰伦　七里香</title><summary type='text'>藉口作词：周杰伦　　 作曲：周杰伦　　 演唱：周杰伦(Zhou Jie Lun)翻着我们的照片, 想念若隐若现,去年的冬天, 我们笑得很甜,看着你哭泣的脸, 对着我说再见,来不及听见, 你已走得很远,也许你已经放弃我, 也许已经很难回头,我知道是自己错过, 请再给我一个理由, 说你不爱我,就算是我不懂, 能不能原谅我,请不要把分手当作你的请求,我知道坚持要走是你受伤的藉口,请你回头, 我会陪你一直走到最后,就算没有结果, 我也能够承受,我知道你的痛, 是我给的承诺,你说给过我笑容, 沉默是因为包容,如果要走, 请你记得我, 如果难过, 请你忘了我.Yes you seen right. It's chinese and its on my blog. Just find that i relate so damn well to this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109216060627350381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109216060627350381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/08/blog-post.html' title='&amp;#21608;&amp;#26480;&amp;#20262;&amp;#12288;&amp;#19971;&amp;#37324;&amp;#39321;'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-109182042328078527</id><published>2004-08-07T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T03:30:07.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Stir Clockwise</title><summary type='text'>Sadly, things hasn't been going well this week.As you can see, i've been sleeping late this whole week. I did take note of the six nights i've been through in this week, including Sunday, and i have never slept before the stroke of midnight, or even anywhere near. On average, i'm doing 0100 kind of sleep. I wonder what went wrong with my time management. Maybe it's in need of a revamp. Guess i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109182042328078527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109182042328078527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-stir-clockwise.html' title='I Stir Clockwise'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-10913871170820502</id><published>2004-08-02T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T03:05:17.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Wizz</title><summary type='text'>Something off my mail.This has got to be one of the more clever E-mails I've received in awhile. Someone out there either has too much spare time or is deadly at Scrabble.(wait till you see the last one)!DORMITORY :When you rearrange the letters: DIRTY ROOMPRESBYTERIAN :When you rearrange the letters: BEST IN PRAYERDESPERATION :When you rearrange the letters: A ROPE ENDS ITGEORGE BUSH :</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/10913871170820502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/10913871170820502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/08/word-wizz.html' title='Word Wizz'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-109102854808334430</id><published>2004-07-28T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T23:29:08.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tunnel Reopened to Traffic</title><summary type='text'>In case you've been wondering, how come clicking on any referral links to my page returns a blank page with one blogspot logo and one google ad bar, my template have been unceremoniously deleted. Leaving exactly the html codings to come up with that logo and ad. I have absolutely no idea what happened. I reported it but apparently blogger didn't give me a reply. And so, i had to dig out my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109102854808334430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109102854808334430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/07/tunnel-reopened-to-traffic.html' title='Tunnel Reopened to Traffic'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-109042614282923174</id><published>2004-07-22T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T00:16:00.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Of Kids</title><summary type='text'>I think i can just survive through poly without friends, or at least simply classmates. Looking at their appearance, they look just like your typical teen, while some even have the build of guys who went through national service. Yet, the level of maturity in them is so shallow, you can't even wade in the waters. At this ripe age of seventeen, some eighteen, while kids like me sixteen, a girl</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109042614282923174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/109042614282923174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/07/class-of-kids.html' title='Class Of Kids'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-108981647589115960</id><published>2004-07-14T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T22:51:27.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof that Maths Kills</title><summary type='text'>I find it damn funny. Maybe next time when i get stuck with some kinda weird root i can try the same. Only that my hang man won't look this good.Heard this from the news about some song writing competition. Taken from someone's lyrics. I have no idea who wrote it and what melody it is."...I may put down two years of my life into lyrics of a song...But i can never rewrite any of my wrongs...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108981647589115960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108981647589115960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/07/proof-that-maths-kills.html' title='Proof that Maths Kills'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-108956356934360936</id><published>2004-07-12T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T00:32:49.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Thank You List -</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Vince, Alan, Rick for helping me get those stuff forgoing our lunch.Thanks to Juling for helping me with starting the pit. Thanks to Xingwen for the flower and using your house. Debt uncleared. Thanks to Zat for facilitating the whole event.Thanks to Timothy for accompanying me all the way, helping out, and taking ownership of my phone. Thanks to those people who brought me food </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108956356934360936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108956356934360936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/07/thank-you-list.html' title='- Thank You List -'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-108956322258672112</id><published>2004-07-12T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T00:39:36.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Hands...</title><summary type='text'>Won't tarnish your image as bad as a black character.I bet most of you have seen the horrifying state of my palms, hands, arms, face, top and bottom at the BBQ. Once again, let me clarify that you can indeed ingest charcoal. And Singapore's murky seawater is far dirtier than my coal-frosted hands. I don't deny eating food with every inch of your fingers black is very unhygienic, but washing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108956322258672112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108956322258672112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/07/black-hands.html' title='Black Hands...'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-108930720720726369</id><published>2004-07-09T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T01:20:07.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottle Of Snapple</title><summary type='text'>I have not been going twe for two whole weeks already. My chipped reed is seating on my cupboard collecting dust and everything floating round my room. It feels queer. It's like breaking off from your routine that you have settled comfortably into. But anyway, i'll be going back on Sat. It's a die die must go thing. Before my schedule gets more and more packed, i will need to value time more.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108930720720726369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108930720720726369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/07/bottle-of-snapple.html' title='Bottle Of Snapple'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-108895995339342493</id><published>2004-07-05T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T00:57:30.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Routine Begins</title><summary type='text'>End of 2nd week; an eventful week. Start of the 3rd; Bad start forecasted.My absence here is mostly due to the drastic drop in the duration of my online hours. Of course, it is expected considering how much i was online when i don't have a proper thing to do day in day out. It could have been better if not for the fact that starhub cable is starting to screw up again. It's both good and bad. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108895995339342493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108895995339342493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/07/and-routine-begins.html' title='And The Routine Begins'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-108827224616305640</id><published>2004-06-27T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T01:50:46.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scheduled Life</title><summary type='text'>This marks the beginning of the second week of tertiary education for me. In my opinion, first week shouldn't be used to judge cause it's basically a slack week. Tutorials cancelled, Labs cancelled. A day which school suppose to start at 9 am, eventually ended up taking place from 3 - 5pm. So far so good is the maximum i can comment on.No comments for school, but a whole cargo load for class. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108827224616305640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108827224616305640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/06/scheduled-life.html' title='Scheduled Life'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-108774871288165013</id><published>2004-06-21T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T00:29:42.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Chemistry</title><summary type='text'>Well, i kinda don't like opening my blog and seeing vulgarities right at the top for so long. So here comes something to push it further down into the tunnel. It's back to old Grandpa J and his long, lengthy... and naggy post. Ah ha! ;PI had a walk home again on saturday night. My parents chided me for being too stingy, not willing to spend 38 cents to take the LRT home. Actually it ain't just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108774871288165013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108774871288165013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/06/all-about-chemistry.html' title='All About Chemistry'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-108739640284271161</id><published>2004-06-16T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T22:33:22.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fuck! I can't go for band frequently anymore. Fuck shit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108739640284271161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108739640284271161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/06/fuck-i-cant-go-for-band-frequently.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-108731665213497130</id><published>2004-06-16T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T00:38:17.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Topic</title><summary type='text'>Have this urge to type something and i guess my blog serves that purpose well. This post has no point and no topic in particular.Basket. I need to respond to the alarm clock better. I tried setting 3 alarms clock at similar times but i manage to pick out the targets one by one. First one rang at 1055 and there goes my right arm, like a snake out for food, to shut the cockadoo alarm out. Next </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108731665213497130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108731665213497130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/06/no-topic.html' title='No Topic'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-108697685210336928</id><published>2004-06-12T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T02:00:52.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Ya Peh Ya Som</title><summary type='text'>That's where my age group ended that, cheer?; that whattheheck. But it has recently been modified into Singlish style with the addition of...Ba Le Ba, Roti Prata Char Kuay TiaoHow on earth did that get invented? And what the hell do you get when you fry roti prata with kuay tiao?What other sort of stuff got edited?I know "Open Number" where you say a long drag of Oooopppeeenn and short </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108697685210336928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108697685210336928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/06/o-ya-peh-ya-som.html' title='O Ya Peh Ya Som'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-108645523854368594</id><published>2004-06-06T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T01:17:02.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just Me</title><summary type='text'>I just got back from my Grandma's 70th Anniversary celebrations which involved a ten course meal and karaoke from willing relatives. Now, i'm wondering what happened to the musicality in my family tree. Lets just say the only song they sang in proper rhythm and pitch is Happy Birthday. Go figure.My Dad's not that bad in pitching but his rhythm and pulse is off. My Mom has better pitch, good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108645523854368594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108645523854368594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/06/its-just-me.html' title='It&apos;s Just Me'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-108619726436573042</id><published>2004-06-03T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T01:27:44.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuperate Outdoors</title><summary type='text'>I finally get to see another island of Singapore other than Sentosa. Although i was feeling a little feverish, i went to Pulau Ubin with my parents and mom's friends. It takes just $2 to take a ferry ride on a bumboat at Changi Village to get to Ubin. And the journey takes no more than 10 min. Still, the crowd at CV and Ubin was quite surprising for such an ulu place. I guess it's the result of a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108619726436573042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108619726436573042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/06/recuperate-outdoors.html' title='Recuperate Outdoors'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-108593938368851143</id><published>2004-05-31T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T05:38:12.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Months Birth Date</title><summary type='text'>My first post on this page was done six months ago. Thanks to blogger, to date i have 40 post, excluding the one i'm typing now. Take a look in my links and you'll realise i'm not counted as one of those early blogs. People started way back in 2002. Not exactly any huge big event. But enough of a milestone. Hmmm... thats a close average of 7 post a month. I said this in one of my conversations</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108593938368851143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108593938368851143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/05/six-months-birth-date.html' title='Six Months Birth Date'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-108550700714343577</id><published>2004-05-26T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T01:56:41.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Penny For Your Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>I don't usually publish quiz results. But this one can publish cause of a very obvious reason. Wahahhaa. :P No wonder i'm in oboe.heh heh heh... Which band instrument are you? brought to you by QuizillaHuman brain is so complex. I was watching Ripley's Believe It Or Not and they showed this guy with some brain disorder. Normal human have left and right brains seperated by this canal, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108550700714343577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108550700714343577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/05/penny-for-your-thoughts.html' title='A Penny For Your Thoughts'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-108533940424193591</id><published>2004-05-24T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T03:10:04.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Weekly Thing</title><summary type='text'>Author note for author's reference in the future when reading the past and reach this post: Read the following post thinking it's Saturday 22nd May 2004.Great. If you tell me four years ago that there would be a shortage of oboes four years in the future, i'll ask you for four digits to bet on lottery. As much as i want to think that that is not the case, it is unbelievably true. If you include</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108533940424193591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108533940424193591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/05/its-weekly-thing_24.html' title='It&apos;s A Weekly Thing'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244687.post-108464402769850766</id><published>2004-05-16T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T02:07:11.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Starting 09th May</title><summary type='text'>Blogger had been featured in The New Paper recently after the launch of the new look. I'm not sure if it is good news, literally. I expect some interested parties reading the infamous tabloid paper to click around to blogger.com. And i'm really hoping that the amount of the some listed in the previous sentence goes to the minimal. It sort of gives them more traffic, which will convert to more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108464402769850766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244687/posts/default/108464402769850766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weijian.blogspot.com/2004/05/week-starting-09th-may.html' title='Week Starting 09th May'/><author><name>Wei Jian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415914685138241200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
