<?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-7216644951192232752</id><updated>2012-02-18T16:29:47.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORDed'10 [05] 峰`solomon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>846</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-3877753501478824206</id><published>2012-02-18T12:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T12:18:48.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg I wanna be 6 feet tall. Commencement of hardcore stretching exercises &amp;gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-3877753501478824206?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/3877753501478824206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=3877753501478824206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/3877753501478824206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/3877753501478824206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/omg-i-wanna-be-6-feet-tall.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-6582669327574753825</id><published>2012-02-17T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T21:51:16.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oi faster reply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay talking to the wind hahaha. As if chasing the wind in a world passing through my fingers weren't enough, I'm now talking to the wind arghhh I must be going bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an unfulfilling Friday. I'm still brimming with energy and it's not going to my tutorials -.- WHY EVERYONE GO HOMEEEEEE. Anyway Zachary and I were left on a man date where we spent half the time stoning and ogling at the long legs of track guys, and the other half deciding what to buy for dinner from fairprice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$2.10 for dinner LOL prudent lifestyle ftw. Low marginal propensity to spend, low multiplier, lousy increase in national income, muahahha we gonna control the world together~ &lt;s&gt;Yeah as if buying bread and milk would affect anything&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family time is important, yes.&amp;nbsp;That's what the weekends are for! Friday nights should be memorableeee. Stay in school and talk and play basketball&amp;nbsp;till 10pm or something. Jeremy Lin needs to do more pullups but woah look at the way Kobe Bryant sniggered and snarled during the post-match interview hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to Zachary about the prospects and advantages of overseas education. It's more for the cultural and life experience, actually. The curriculum is almost the same everywhere, it's what's outside of it that matters. We need some time outside of this ensnaring and socially-constricting environment to start being &lt;u&gt;bold&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhh I'm as timid as a mouse. Don't dare to do this don't dare to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY I BROKE MY MUSCLEUP RECORD IT'S 7 NOW MUAHAHAHA. 13 more to becoming HANNIBAL'S DISCIPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to zhiwei's concert tomorrow evening. What's the dress code ah x__x Louis would pronounce it as Lar Wheeeee LOLOLOL. Shall dress conservatively, hopefully the college hall doors are open after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a boring day. Do some math questions then watch a movie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-6582669327574753825?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/6582669327574753825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=6582669327574753825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/6582669327574753825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/6582669327574753825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/oi-faster-reply-okay-talking-to-wind.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-3851666572043201178</id><published>2012-02-16T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T23:52:57.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arghhhh this is the latest I've slept this week, I'm going to perish tomorrow. Don't flame, pro people expend more energy in the day so they&amp;nbsp;need more sleep muahahhaa mitochondria regeneration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's up for squash match sometime soon :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-3851666572043201178?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/3851666572043201178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=3851666572043201178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/3851666572043201178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/3851666572043201178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/arghhhh-this-is-latest-ive-slept-this.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-3303712350725422920</id><published>2012-02-16T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T22:32:04.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg I just had my first scoop of Haagen Daaz ice cream in four years. It's so heavenly but there's so little T.T It seriously triumphs over all other ice cream brands face-down!! Including the vegan ice cream stall catering to ascetic vegans&amp;nbsp;tucked away in the corner of the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two ultra frightening dreams back to back D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I dreamt that there was this mutated bee buzzing around at the back of the bus, where I was seated at. I managed to remain calm and composed and chased the bee away... UNTIL AN EVEN BIGGER MOTH CAME. It was circling around me and suddenly flew upwards and into my shirt omg I woke up with my body all tensed up and hands clutching the bedsheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then in tahan room. Not the room of good dreams anymore LOL. I dreamt I met my GP teacher on the overhead bridge and she was sarcastically&amp;nbsp;hinting at something defamatory I wrote about her on my blog.&amp;nbsp;IT WAS NERVE-WRECKING.&amp;nbsp;I wanted to make sure so I asked her but she jut ignored me and attended to her other students. I waited for her for a while, but she never turned to face me so I just went on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The econs tuition my mum signed me up for is rather... unconventional. As in, the teacher goes through things we never ever learnt in HC econs syllabus, so I'm harbouring a guess that the knowledge is pretty much&amp;nbsp;inessential. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An even wilder but plausible guess is that he's teaching things which aren't in the syllabus anymore, because after all he's been cooping himself up in that bomb shelter for&amp;nbsp;(I think it was) 10 years and counting. He's definitely clearer of the concepts and able to explain better than HC teachers, but at some point I just started multitasking, stealing glances at tutorial 11C every few minutes. On the path to mastering COMPLEX NUMBERS does that make me a complex person HAHAHA. I guess everyone is :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, this is a topic I do not want to lose touch of, until A levels is over. It's the kind which requires trenchant understanding and any erosion of that understanding&amp;nbsp;will screw up my foundation. Like vectors which I'm gonna take ages to recap again T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austere is such a beautiful word.&amp;nbsp;But my life is hardly austere. Might be a good thing :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-3303712350725422920?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/3303712350725422920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=3303712350725422920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/3303712350725422920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/3303712350725422920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/omg-i-just-had-my-first-scoop-of-haagen.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-3839120320159211945</id><published>2012-02-15T22:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T22:17:58.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehh so I managed to give out all my valentines day gifts. I'm still in awe of my ingenuity~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class visited Senoko Waste Plant for Total Defense Day program. It was quite the eye-opener; apparently the colossal facility is the largest in the world, and only 8 people are required to run it at any one time. Speaks a lot about the revolution of machinery huh - everything is automated!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The repugnant stench was wreaking havoc on my olfactory system after a while. Passing by the huge dumping site and getting exposed to the putrid smell was less than tolerable, and it gave me a rather persistent headache which lasted for hours. But I managed to conceal my disgust well hahahha as expected the girls were behaving like spoilt fastidious brats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good opportunity to see which girls can take rubbish thrown at them. Literally/figuratively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo rain rain go away. Orientation hike was super fun LOL omg hiking and traversing through the crevices in... Tahan room -.- Tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow, you'll have to cross bridges that you burnt today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Sixx AM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120 accumulated pullups and mushroom cheese sandwich. I was hardly expecting 27 on the first set, let this be a momentum of gradual increase I can ride on, hopefully breaking the stupid plateau which has been screwing with me for MONTHS. Well I took like 4-5 months to break the 18 pullup plateau, here's the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF HOW IS 52 PULLUPS EVEN HUMAN. WHO IS THIS BRYAN ONG HUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then chunhui did 14 pullups which is the male equivalent of 100 LOL. I'm starting to open my eyes to the wonders of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion of the intelligent debate I had with zhiwei was right. You only aim to surpass yourself everytime, but how much can intrinsic motivation keep you on fire? Sometimes we need benchmarks to aim for, a longer-term goal. Time to reassess my training rationales and implement some far-sighted strategist mindsets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what happens from here :) I hope the Hersheys was enjoyable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-3839120320159211945?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/3839120320159211945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=3839120320159211945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/3839120320159211945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/3839120320159211945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/hehh-so-i-managed-to-give-out-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-819339684835310852</id><published>2012-02-14T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T20:38:00.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valentine's Day!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm astounded by&amp;nbsp;the lovey-dovey way&amp;nbsp;girls treat each other. Buy chocolates and flowers and sweets for each other?? That would make history in a guy's school LOL. Being someone who was exposed to the rough uncaring and definitely more individualistic environment&amp;nbsp;in high school, it's really an unprecedented surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo plan fail. Congrats Jian :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this epic conversation between zhongy and me which went something along the lines of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhongy: Eh I left some chocolates in Tahan room.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yayyyy I got some for you too!! You want kisses?&lt;br /&gt;Zhongy: Errrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Moment of silence*&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think we both don't want each other's presents HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate overdose x__x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighh, bench press got worse too. Gym stamina plunged lower than *insert someone's height*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks yingyue for the... what were those things LOL. (Cornflakes marinated in chocolate..?) Anyway thank you thank you very much :D &lt;s&gt;Luckily standby paramedic mode didn't have to be activated...&lt;/s&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, nothing beats an ingratiating hug for valentines. I was blending in with the crowd on my way to chem lecture and then I saw JONAS. Wheeee huggly guggly~ Until huishan started staring at us like we were spearheading some gay rights movement parade LOL. Ooooh and sneaking up behind koi in the gents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still something missing from valentines. Tomorrow, it's either make or break :O Yeah I'm going to do some thrusts to my beloved college hall pullup bar~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more melatonin production at night. &lt;br /&gt;I need less seratonin production in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathe, econs tutorial, sleep before 10.30pm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-819339684835310852?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/819339684835310852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=819339684835310852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/819339684835310852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/819339684835310852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-day-im-astounded-by-lovey.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-5406193479920960029</id><published>2012-02-13T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T20:45:25.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haizzz today I failed at everything I did :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except buying my tub of oats wheeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued after the following segment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz something just happened. My whole family has been complaining that I haven't been folding the clothes in those goddamn baskets, and my sister keeps complaining that she's the one who clears up all the time, so I promised I'd fold them today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I planned to fold those clothes right after I finished this blog post. And then I saw my sister seated on the sofa, starting to fold the shirts with the slightest touch of fury. I raised my voice and told her off. Am I wrong? 10 minutes ago you say that I regularly shirk my household responsibilities, fine I'll make up for it. And then now there you are folding the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahyeah you're gonna use the facade of 好心没好报 but I know all too well. Might not be your intention but&amp;nbsp;It's going to be another firing point on my torso the next time this matter gets brought up. For goodness sake, you're not only denying me the chance to set things right, you're setting up an alibi to strengthen&amp;nbsp;a future&amp;nbsp;argument against me, and say that "see, the other time I also had to help&amp;nbsp;gor gor&amp;nbsp;fold the clothes". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow the conflict escalated into some huge ruckus which involved my mum telling me to fold the clothes before going on the computer, because it only takes a bit of time compared&amp;nbsp;to how much I dedicate to blogging. It would make sense if &lt;em&gt;time was of essence&lt;/em&gt;. Like, every second I delay translates to a fucking pendulum saw inching closer to your neck. But what's the fuss when I'm going to do everything eventually??? What does it matter to you guys? Can't I finish this thing first before doing that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh my ability to express ideas into words is completely... decimated. Everything can be condensed into I TOLD YOU I'D DO IT, JUST STOP BOTHERING ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed at math tutorial because I couldn't do shit.&lt;br /&gt;Failed at talking properly because of the nasal voice.&lt;br /&gt;Failed at the question I took 1 hour to ponder about and still couldn't solve&lt;br /&gt;Failed at weights room because everything skydived after falling sick&lt;br /&gt;Failed at listening to people well because I was too burnt out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehhh do you really think all these insignificant things are ponderous enough to drag me down into some sort of emotional&amp;nbsp;abyss? It's Solomon Pwn&amp;nbsp;you're talking about :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/027/7/d/Fuck__Everything__by_skreenname.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/027/7/d/Fuck__Everything__by_skreenname.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The further I fall down... the more space I have to get back up :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines Day. I'm going to kiss my bench press more than you can even dream of doing to your valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-5406193479920960029?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/5406193479920960029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=5406193479920960029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/5406193479920960029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/5406193479920960029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/haizzz-today-i-failed-at-everything-i.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-2015120002529404853</id><published>2012-02-12T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T21:49:58.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To the person I last spoke to on facebook: If you analyzed my propositions trenchantly you'd realize that it's full of flaws...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To TK: Insanity makes us feel alive :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To&amp;nbsp;a particular&amp;nbsp;recipient: If you don't cherish it, it's ALL your loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the tub of oatmeal I feel like buying: You're mine LOL. I can survive on less than $2 a day in school! The abolishment of fried food Fridays is a further disincentive for me to partake in low-grade canteen food. WESTERN STALL SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is the oatmeal that the porters cooked for us on chilly summit base camp morning 3 years ago?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-2015120002529404853?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/2015120002529404853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=2015120002529404853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/2015120002529404853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/2015120002529404853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-person-i-last-spoke-to-on-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-956033286098309148</id><published>2012-02-12T16:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T16:47:10.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever get that exasperated feeling when you're writing some dick-long econs/GP essay, and being so self-conscious of your pathetic writing speed that you feel like imploding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know, but I frequently get this vibe. The impatience I get upon the realization that my thinking speed far surpasses my writing speed, and then my writing speeds up and gets horribly illegible and my blood feels like it is boiling and the veins in my neck feel choked and strangled. There's no immediate release upon completion, just a gradual tormenting and torturous transition of around 1-2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a shrink LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in this morning because I'm still unwell sighhhh. My throat's better but the flu's still here and it's ravaging my speech and phonic ability :( Stupid nasal voice screwing up my syllables and pronunciations arghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rudely awakened by the doorbell, and there stood two spiritually passionate adults, ostensibly "household" missionaries who were preaching at every doorstep. It was an emotional, physical and mental&amp;nbsp;struggle to hear about salvation and the second coming, upon first waking moments -.- Yeah apparently my enthusiasm was on the opposite end of the spectrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe that the Gospel should be ministered in a private manner rather than through household/street evangelism which appears to be more desperate than "wanting to share the good news". Sounds like hardcore activist indulgence to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure no one ever doubted my musical preference, not even once :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go, I guarantee you won't regret it: &lt;br /&gt;(omg I love the solitary xylophone tunes at the start and end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/NvbABsAbG2U/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NvbABsAbG2U&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NvbABsAbG2U&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-956033286098309148?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/956033286098309148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=956033286098309148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/956033286098309148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/956033286098309148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/ever-get-that-exasperated-feeling-when.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-2905270977767072291</id><published>2012-02-11T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T23:37:14.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>High high highhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching training videos for about an hour and it's getting me so STOKED. I wish I had the energy to channel it somewhere... Muahaha downloading some strategic ones which may aid in maximizing productivity in any workout ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm if I could be the director of a motivational training video, I can visualize the most ripped blacks in the world (HANNIBAL!!!) screaming into the camera screen, screaming at the audience to push through a harrowing pullup set, and then dips set. Shift scene to&amp;nbsp;SEAL marines, throw in some words of wisdom by bodybuilders, volume out... CASEY LAGOS DRUMMING AND MITCH LUCKER'S GROWLING and... "FUCKING HIT IT MAN GIVE IT EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT&amp;nbsp;NO MORE TV NO MORE PLAYIN AROUND. GOTTA DO IT MAN GOT.TO.DO.IT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I digress. LOL. Just... slightly engrossed in my perfectionist tendencies in the pursuit for aesthetic and calisthenic excellence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I sat through 94 minutes of LionsXII against some black team called&amp;nbsp;asjkfjewhfowhf. And eating an entire pre-cooked pizza. Oh god all these cheat meals are gonna be so hard to work off :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do anything today but I sure soaked up every bit of every second :) Shall start on homework tomorrow~ On second thought, why not now! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-2905270977767072291?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/2905270977767072291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=2905270977767072291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/2905270977767072291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/2905270977767072291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/high-high-highhhh-ive-been-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-4559899246100749292</id><published>2012-02-11T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T13:30:39.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night was horrible; nasal fluid constantly dripping from my nose until I identified the source of evil: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drumrolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FAN LOL. Blarghhhhh only slept at 4am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been suffocating in this languid atmosphere since morning. Maybe I'll do a little homework later, but is there nothing else to do at home??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I should take the opportunity to live life slowly. How unfortunate that these opportunities often accompany&amp;nbsp;a forced reason. Alright, lets craft an agenda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brush teeth (yeah I'm lazy), lie on sofa, think, sleep, wake up feeling better. Wheee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-4559899246100749292?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/4559899246100749292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=4559899246100749292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4559899246100749292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4559899246100749292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/last-night-was-horrible-nasal-fluid.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-2857576228447354215</id><published>2012-02-10T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T22:06:08.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The J1 basketball dude who looks 5 years older and has 5 years more muscle... his name is Bala. The kind of rural kampung hero's name you'd expect. "Solomon" is&amp;nbsp;too affectionate for this kind of thing lol ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-2857576228447354215?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/2857576228447354215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=2857576228447354215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/2857576228447354215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/2857576228447354215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/j1-basketball-dude-who-looks-5-years.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-8091588735828091234</id><published>2012-02-10T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T20:56:26.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG FYEAH SEALAKES NEW SONG. WE WILL OVERCOMEEEEEEEE. Although it's only 2 minutes long, it's 2 minutes of head-banging heart-throbbing adrenaline-pumping mental concert!! DUMDUMDUM.DUMDUMDUM.DUMDUMDUM.DUMDUMDUM~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I should cease this hardcore-crazed behaviour hahaha. I sound like some hopeless drug addict x__x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I've officially completed my HBL!!&amp;nbsp;Contrary to my expectations, the GP one was rather boring and presented itself on a tray with more flaw than flair. I've expressed my disdain on the worksheet, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried finding a new blogskin because the current one has some permanent formatting issues. To be exact, the background image. I'm too lazy to photoshop the background image and upload it to a file-hosting website and then adjust the links, and how ironic because I spent an entire hour searching in vain and I could have finished the former job in half that time -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hahaha html&amp;nbsp;klutzes you don't get anything do you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I COULD make my own blogskin, I'm just missing a crucial part of the knowledge required: How to do colour gradients on pictures. I wish I'd paid more attention in computer classes instead of playing as Marco on Metal Slugs Flash Game .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents put me on utensils-quarantine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon's dream was so surreal. It's been ages but hey, please don't think I've forgotten you :) Uncle Israel offered me some cauliflowers and broccoli lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took one freaking hour to register for NS!! Omg the process is DRAGGYYY. First, the rudimentary platform doesn't recognize the dash symbols in my email so I had to sign up with my parents' joint account. Second, there are NINE pages I have to update my particulars on. And the tacit dilema which arises when your parents have to sign something you do not want them to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm glad I'm over that bureaucracy. Medical checkup on 2 April ARGH I THREW AWAY ALL MY ANKLE SPRAIN HOSPITAL RECORDS LOL NO MORE PES E :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh zhiwei you can write "uncontrollable beard length" on medical problems or something, maybe you can replace your helmet with an inverted turban or something :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops zachary you might need tailored uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops zhongy you might have to declare your homosexuality to the medical officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for laughs: Under the category of "emotional/psychological problems" there's something called "relationship troubles with girlfriend". #whattheheck &lt;br /&gt;I guess it's not so laughable when the situation stares point blank at you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-8091588735828091234?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/8091588735828091234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=8091588735828091234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8091588735828091234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8091588735828091234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/omg-fyeah-sealakes-new-song.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-4516307245270459956</id><published>2012-02-10T11:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T11:11:53.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The less you reveal the more people can wonder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the ulterior motive is still to seek attention, no? Hahaha going about busting motivation quotes and stuff with my own set of values and philosophies. Well we're all humans and it's understandable to crave attention... Then why do we frown upon people who are attention-seekers? It's human to be hypocritical too, which is why I frequently wish and aspire to transcend human-ness. Yeah I'm talking about the adamantium skeleton that Wolverine has :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine having indestructible bones. The thought of all the stunts we could pull off sends chills down my body. I'm not a diehard fan of body modification but I'd be at the front of the queue if this technology ever materializes and gets homologated. No more osteoporosis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, adamantium is a fictional material. I could settle for an excalibur or a maximillian armor though... &lt;s&gt;fml&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot whether its women or men who tend to overanalyze. But I shan't, because it simply leads to nowhere!! There's no self-inferred conclusion which is 100% correct, not even 50% for that matter.&amp;nbsp; Too many possibilities in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, &lt;s&gt;slack a while then&lt;/s&gt; GP HBL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-4516307245270459956?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/4516307245270459956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=4516307245270459956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4516307245270459956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4516307245270459956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/less-you-reveal-more-people-can-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-129896876795456773</id><published>2012-02-09T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T22:49:33.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We hold our childhood so closely to ourselves, but ironically we hardly know it. We only notice it once it has officially&amp;nbsp;flitted away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept 17 hours in the past 24 hours @__@ Though I'd much rather be traversing through bushes in the pink of health :( I feel quite horrible, c'mon medicine perform your miracles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry is quite an interesting subject, but only during applications - drugs and medicine and new materials. I've been wondering, what would constitute a panacea? I think&amp;nbsp;scientists would have to merge with nanotechonology and artificial intelligence to&amp;nbsp;create something which can obliterate all the viruses and&amp;nbsp;undesirable bacteria while skipping our own body cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a gravity-defying material? Quite simple actually, just harvest anti-matter LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that without any further research into anti-matter/parallel universes and this sort of thing, technology will come to a saturation point followed by a standstill. I mean, there are only 100+ elements in the world, and there are only so many combinations you can choose to create a lightweight running vest. Of course, I have less than 1% knowledge in this field so my opinion wouldn't mean anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR. We're living in the dark. All these things have already been invented, just that we're waiting for 1000-year-long approvals for patents in this messed up bureaucracy. An analogy: iPhone 10 already being created while iPhone 3 is being sold to the commercial market. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I spent 2 hours on math HBL because I didn't notice the arrow buttons on the learning platform -.- And I took ages figuring everything out based on the 3 pages out of 16 pages I saw zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have GP and chem :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be rather disenchanted since then. Pouring out your thoughts through a pessimistic salt shaker. Disconnected and distant too. At this rate you'll just disengage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a common effort and I'm doing my best. But this demotivation is getting to me. It's appalling how I don't see these things as important anymore. I don't want to feel this way, but it's not up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still beauty in a dying world, in everything which crumbles, in everything which shatters, in everything in shambles. &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Otherwise you'll be forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Whitewashed words to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-129896876795456773?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/129896876795456773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=129896876795456773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/129896876795456773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/129896876795456773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/we-hold-our-childhood-so-closely-to.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-5481246884009220771</id><published>2012-02-08T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:37:44.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, I forgot about something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the most intense deja vu feeling in my life, today. It was the countdown for the 24 hour canoe event, and I was in the exact spot where I remembered I was at. I swear I saw that scene prior to reality, somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall sleep and hope and hope and hope x___x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oPXOhvV0njY/TzKIiJ8iSeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/uGkaQ6eWxMw/s1600/running.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oPXOhvV0njY/TzKIiJ8iSeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/uGkaQ6eWxMw/s320/running.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to run.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-5481246884009220771?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/5481246884009220771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=5481246884009220771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/5481246884009220771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/5481246884009220771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/oh-yeah-i-forgot-about-something-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oPXOhvV0njY/TzKIiJ8iSeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/uGkaQ6eWxMw/s72-c/running.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-1724618919668725306</id><published>2012-02-08T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:05:18.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arghhhhhh what's the world coming to??? I was stuck around sick and inconsiderate people all day (the seasonal flu is infiltrating the immune systems of my class) who can get As for all the subjects they want but not know how to cover their mouth when they cough zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The virus was probably in the lysogenic cycle since morning, and then turned lytic after doing my pullups or something. A nasty bout of throat inflammation looks imminent :( SORRY GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha someone else in zhongy's class shares the same penchant for green as me!!! C'mon everyone knows I'm the trend-setter~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two dreams during my 15min nap at class bench. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was copying homework from my female classmate's iPhone and then suddenly uncovered a porn folder and the phone was on slideshow mode LOL. I immediately turned my innocent eyes away and thought of a way to break the news to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I asked xinchuan what would be a suitable pants colour to complement my green canoe shirt. He told me "neon white pants" and when I woke up, I realized there's no such thing lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. Honey + leftose tablets + pray, that's all I can do for now, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-1724618919668725306?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/1724618919668725306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=1724618919668725306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/1724618919668725306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/1724618919668725306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/arghhhhhh-whats-world-coming-to-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-2856832327607221576</id><published>2012-02-07T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T22:05:16.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I lived life to the max!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep much last night, so I speed-read alcohols till I was 15minutes ahead of the teacher and then I slept LOL. I still stand by the belief that when you are tired, the most productive thing is to sleep ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badminton test was quite ludicrous, I just whacked as hard as I could and ignored the scoresheet. Trolling teachers: that's the way to have fun :D I stayed back for a few moments to play recreationally with my friends. I CAN'T BELIEVE THE NET IS SO LOW, someone tell me they put it at the wrong position??&amp;nbsp;Damn easy to smash now HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo I got 19/50 for the essay test lolwtf. I defined "true ability" as X, Y and Z, and the teacher said all the yardsticks of measurement I allocated were wrong .__. But c'monnn, the word "true" is a relative word after all, right? Up to our own interpretation! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahha I got overall B for I&amp;amp;I, and my teacher complimented me on my "unquenchable thirst for politics upon finishing the book" which is &lt;s&gt;totally bullshit&lt;/s&gt; as real as it gets~ Hey I seriously pondered over the grassroots attachment, the only disincentive was that I didn't want to trouble my CT because he already had to do five endorsements/recommendations .___,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The canoeing was reallyyy draining. Initially it seemed as easy as ABC, like turning a clock. And then it got exponentially harder and I was burning out the ATP in my rear delts and lats. Canoeists are TEN TIMES BUFFER THAN ME OMG. Haiz I hate to say it but dps was a tad slow lol. Anyway it's all for fun, though if we really won we'd be famous all over the world... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canoeists may look like colossal chunks of rock-hard slabs but can they do a 12 set pyramid pullup after 4 minutes of INTENSE rowing :) Bralee's pullup predicament was quite shocking, the radical decline was rather x__x. I guess muscle memory will make up for it...&amp;nbsp;Jumped a consistent 260-265cm for SBJ, till daoliang came and owned my balls off. And he mentioned this J3 guy called Jabez who did a 300cm wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try my best to be an encouraging training partner. Don't know if other people think of me as peculiar whenever I raise my voice to cheer people on. I do it because I think it works on me! If it distracts you or makes me appear to be very arrogant/bigmouthed/extra, do tell me okay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a short and sweet conversation with hoonsuan. She tucked herself in an inconspicuous dimly-lit place around the squash courts, and I found out she was waiting for a guy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-2856832327607221576?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/2856832327607221576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=2856832327607221576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/2856832327607221576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/2856832327607221576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/today-i-lived-life-to-max-i-didnt-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-3063391581999817603</id><published>2012-02-06T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T23:08:29.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We are ugly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In that realization we are beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I've stuffed everything I can into that short-term memory segment of my poor little brain x___x Muahaha I can recite every reaction in organic chem!!! With a few mistakes here and there... ARGH I MISSED SPARTACUS ON TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now the prospects of winning the canoe thing is yingyue-low LOL. Surely will have some gargantuan team come along and sweep us away like ants zz. Nvm I'm still wearing the tahan singlet tomorrow :) O' HOLY POWER OF 18TH TAHANNERS POLYMERIZE INTO A BALL OF FIERY ENERGY AND UNQUENCHABLE ARDOR &lt;s&gt;and undergo binary fission and split the power among the 5 of us&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badminton assessment tomorrow, after not seeing the badminton net for like, 2 years, I think it should be quite easy to land a dropshot/smash? C: And I heard the assessment criteria is quite skewed hmm if I'm going to fail anyway... should target people HAHA. Omg the racquet is gonna be so freaking light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-3063391581999817603?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/3063391581999817603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=3063391581999817603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/3063391581999817603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/3063391581999817603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/we-are-ugly-in-that-realization-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-522969232890600030</id><published>2012-02-06T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T19:14:44.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I left in a hurry after DOng and Shuen had the conversation with the team. Don't know what kind of impression I left on my team for not explaining myself properly and shirking a lot of respeonsibility and stuff. Let me try and explain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here are some things which can't be said in real life.&amp;nbsp;If I left solely to go home and mug, at the expense of leaving the team struggling with admins and a dilema as to the announcement bridge situation, I'd be a bastard lol. The commitment I had wasn't towards anybody, but towards myself, one that I had to uphold. I'll leave it at that~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*short bouncy steps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Running with the eyes of the devil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Away from the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down a rocky road&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some thoughts in the semi-sleeping state I was in, on the bus home. Well people say we are all just skin, flesh&amp;nbsp;and bones, and if we all had to be prized according to our "skin flesh and bones", how would we fare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin: My facial features are ravaged by acne, sadly. I don't use any products for my skin and I have many calluses on my rough hands. Probably worth a bit more than nothing, becaue nothing's reserved for ETTY LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flesh: I'm proud of myself. If we were all to be devoured by cannibals, I'd be the main dish HAHAHA. Where else do you get such high percentage of LEAN MUSCLE with low&amp;nbsp;fat xD I'd set the starting price of each bicep at $10000 or something~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bones: Forget it, my ankle joints are obliterated. On the other hand, my shoulder blades are pretty sleek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, no more computer till 11pm!!! Ohhhh I'm so looking forward to tomorrow's canoe stint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-522969232890600030?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/522969232890600030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=522969232890600030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/522969232890600030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/522969232890600030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-left-in-hurry-after-dong-and-shuen.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-6769898384462961856</id><published>2012-02-05T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T23:34:52.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 blog posts in a day too much of an overkill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA who cares, those who let their attention span waiver have everything to lose from missing out on minute and carefully concealed details! Maybe one day I should make 10+ blog posts and use the opportunity when everyone's just basically skimming through the words, to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those rare days I'm on revelation mode. Uncovering philosophies on my own and deciding which to dispose and which to consider. I don't know, I feel more in touch with the superficial world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls from my class stalking junior guys. Guys stalking junior girls. Heh, cheap thrills to me. This year I have only three goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Own at every single NAPFA component. Yes, &amp;gt;270cm for SBJ, 60 situps, 30 pullups, sub 9:30 for 2.4km, &amp;gt;60cm for sit and reach, and I'll just go with the flow for shuttle run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Study hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. *grand plan which no one will comprehend muahahaha nope it's not what you think* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: High School trainings lololol. I'm not desperate for this at all, so... again, shall go with the flow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-6769898384462961856?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/6769898384462961856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=6769898384462961856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/6769898384462961856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/6769898384462961856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/3-blog-posts-in-day-too-much-of.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-7628035140387316818</id><published>2012-02-05T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T18:41:08.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>45</title><content type='html'>Woah I read my first ebook. Zhiwei be proud of me ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo pullup training was quite cui. Just like zhongy at studies, I'm a perfectionist at physical tests of ability and I can't stand anything less than the previous record. After the first 24, I was doing only 8-10 every subsequent set with 3-4mins break zzz. At least I got a tan yay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll switch off the com till 10.30pm or something. Shall dedicate the remaining time to arenes and halogenoalkanes!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this:&lt;br /&gt;Slide your index fingers along the lengths of each other in any way you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you did it quickly, try it again more slowly. Soak it up. Feel the sensations get more ticklish as your fingers approach their tips. Feel the coarseness/smoothness of your skin. Feel the sadness as the movement comes to an end. Feel the longing after it is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a process, not a destination :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-7628035140387316818?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/7628035140387316818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=7628035140387316818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/7628035140387316818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/7628035140387316818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/45.html' title='45'/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-700209904084974791</id><published>2012-02-05T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T09:12:00.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8:50am. An ungodly (pun intended) time to be blogging at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this shouldn't be a proper post because the only proper outline I&amp;nbsp;mentally drafted&amp;nbsp;was the first sentence LOL. Hmm lets see. Over the next few days there will be some interesting stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bio file collection. Zzz why do teachers impose on human nature. Messy is an art, too. I'm pretty sure messy people display some favourable characteristics which organized people can only hope to dream of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Canoe 4-min burst on Tuesday. $50 island creamery voucher hohoho if the basketball team doesn't join then maybe we'll stand a chance. We have a guy who does 28 pullups, a guy who kicks balls for training, a guy who ran a marathon at underage, a guy who does this insanely difficult bicep curl on his personalized weights set in the corner of the ever-so-conducive attic in his 3-storey bungalow, and a guy who was put in charge of the previous 4 people mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Chem test oh nooooo must start today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Shopping for valentines day gift. In case you were contemplating over the possibility of pro solo not having a valentine... you're right!!! It's a valentines gift to myself HAHAHA *forever alone* qj gonna burn a hole in his wallet trying to find roses, I think market price on valentines is $10 a stalk..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Possible recce whooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Home learning I HATE IT. It's so freaking intensive, I get a burnout after the entire thing. Usually in lessons I'd just 50% pay attention and 50% idle and nua so I can sustain my stamina,&amp;nbsp;but home learning puts a squeeze on your attention span and discipline and mental capacity for a prolonged period of time :/ Okay but yingyue/joshua's class the saddest HAHA both days supposedly end at 1.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. *Hehe part of solo's grand plan.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-700209904084974791?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/700209904084974791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=700209904084974791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/700209904084974791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/700209904084974791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/850am.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-22099594815205868</id><published>2012-02-04T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T22:18:00.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aiyo a wasted CNY trip. The host forgot to give ang pao x__x At least I managed to refresh my memory on...&amp;nbsp; free radical substitution -.- I brought my file there then I left everything back on the table except alkanes LOL useless topic. Argh test on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm so many things happened and I have so many thoughts but I'm feeling a tad lazy today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ikea dinner which sucked&lt;br /&gt;- Compasspoint where my dad kept ranting about the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah don't underestimate me, these trivial things could occupy the entire blog post but I've already said my piece (regarding how I think about similar situations) before. Instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 1, I held a bible in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 2, I fell off from the bed and hit my head and cried inconsolably.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 3, my uncle brought me and another girl called xin1min3 to paya lebar air base.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 4, only the tallest guy in my nursery class could reach the switches. His name was Andy.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 5, I switched from PAP to St. Francis pre-school.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 6, I got 100 marks for math every term. My Chinese grades were 72, 69, 96, 100 in chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 7, I got nauseous for hours the first time I saw a classmate vomit in class.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 8, I kept losing to this girl called Neo Siew Khoon&amp;nbsp;in every subject.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 9, I self-learnt the higher notes of the recorder once I knew the basics.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 10, I lied to my teacher that I study for spelling tests 10 minutes a day. I only did the day before lol.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 11, I came into first contact with vulgarities. Didn't do well enough to stay in the best class, got dragged out of the shielded environment I grew up in.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 12, I played Pokemon Cards illegally in a secret part of school. We got caught eventually but I escaped the most quickly so I got off scot-free.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 13, I pointed the javelin at my friend (unintentionally) during CCA orientation and got berated by guolaoshi.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 14, I did my first muscle-up.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 15, I did a liberty spike to school.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 16, I was part of the table tennis winning team for Festival of Sports.&lt;br /&gt;And my 17th birthday just passed not too long ago. I discovered a place higher than heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, now you know a bit more about me and my good memory&amp;nbsp;:) I remember every single mark for every single subject for every term in K2!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astounded by the aggressiveness which surfaced when the first line of defence broke down. Thankfully it wasn't long term because the first line always breaks down in the long term. Got my reason to leave, and then realized it's just a perpetual cycle. Why do I function in such a hitchhiker manner? Immaturity, sadly, and I have no way out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-22099594815205868?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/22099594815205868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=22099594815205868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/22099594815205868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/22099594815205868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/aiyo-wasted-cny-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-7166285690084287180</id><published>2012-02-03T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T22:06:35.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>46</title><content type='html'>Better capture the feeling while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tuned into City and Colour on the last part of the bus 74 ride back home, and I knew it was going to be euphoria. I've always believed solitary Friday nights&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;good for the soul. All stress dissipated, no disturbance, no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music got closer and closer to my ears. Nope, it was in my ears. Walking down the long weathered road alone in zen mode - I was feeling every breeze brush past my skin, every sight&amp;nbsp;photographed and stored&amp;nbsp;in the corner of my mind. The world just seemed... clearer. All the colours were enhanced and increased in contrast. Dimly lit road lamps appeared as distant stars through my&amp;nbsp;glasses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHiq9yV0vQM/TyviXsVwuuI/AAAAAAAAASk/a6cSaFdqsTw/s1600/Big_city_lights_by_Daniel_Lurie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHiq9yV0vQM/TyviXsVwuuI/AAAAAAAAASk/a6cSaFdqsTw/s320/Big_city_lights_by_Daniel_Lurie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up at the trees swaying with occasional gusts of wind. Thick leaves, thin leaves, asthenic branches and twigs and more leaves. I closed my eyes and&amp;nbsp;imagined myself to be lost in an urban city immersed in unusual yet pleasant quiescence, while chords from the acoustic guitars were seamlessly strung into my delightful ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home"&lt;/em&gt; the second last song reminded me as I approached the end of the long straight road. It was a fleeting moment of overwhelming recollections and thoughts - after the sunset, after seeing everything I want to see, doing everything I want to do, there's no place like home. The final song ended right on the spot where I set first foot on the marble tiles of home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hoped you enjoyed that reenactment of rather short-lived enjoyable moments. Emphasis on short-lived LOL. What comes after the last paragraph should be something like "&lt;em&gt;And out of the blue, it dawned on me that I&amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;come back to the same shithole I crawled out of&lt;/em&gt;" HAHAHA. My sister is ill and&amp;nbsp; my stupid bro is playing horribly sounding piano -.- Like some corpulent granny dancing in sync to CNY music zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhongy Zachary and I had dinner together at poolside (again), and it was really awesome. Had lots of fun ogling at water polo girls, water polo boys, listening to zhongy lament about his 18/40 for bio and talking about literature. Literature is actually a very fulfilling subject, giving rise to talented individuals who possess a flair for abstract writing and deep thinking(tagged: yingyue &lt;s&gt;cough cough&lt;/s&gt;). Philosophy is in a sense, life literature, no? It piques my interest, trying to draw links between events, make inferences, analyze cause and effect, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQ7JMWCO7t0/Tyvok2mqgaI/AAAAAAAAASs/AozXq2ylohU/s1600/snail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQ7JMWCO7t0/Tyvok2mqgaI/AAAAAAAAASs/AozXq2ylohU/s320/snail.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zachary don't step on any more snails &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's probably only one kind of literature which sucks: piano literature LOL. There's no meaning to the freaking song except to get yourself a stupid cert!!! Sadly all the piano lit songs are the exam songs. If only they designated some to soundtrack piano pieces and the like, the neighbourhood would sound much better than desperate individuals trying and failing to emulate the CD playing distasteful songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, spent an unprecedented 2 hours in the gym. (Technical terms ahead) Improvements in bench press, wrist curls, abs and quads. In short, everything muahaha. I MAXED OUT THE QUAD MACHINE. The one where you have to push your leg against a black board. Shifted the starting position to around the middle to utilize glute power! 315lbs 12 reps on the last set hahaha, what's next :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdly, my quads/thighs look really really scrawny even though I'm on almost maximum weight for everything leg-related. I guess it's the genes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday :D Mmm valentines day is approaching, I guess I'm still single. Maybe I'll get Hersheys Kisses for you nice people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2DP7bHwiYjw/TyvpDpKq1WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/KQd8IPy2BhA/s1600/valentines.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2DP7bHwiYjw/TyvpDpKq1WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/KQd8IPy2BhA/s320/valentines.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're single, pick one for valentines :P imo, number 4 wins hands-down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-7166285690084287180?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/7166285690084287180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=7166285690084287180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/7166285690084287180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/7166285690084287180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/46.html' title='46'/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHiq9yV0vQM/TyviXsVwuuI/AAAAAAAAASk/a6cSaFdqsTw/s72-c/Big_city_lights_by_Daniel_Lurie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-1639536620193422061</id><published>2012-02-02T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T22:58:06.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 February 2012 will be fondly/bitterly remembered as the day Solomon Poon boycotted carbohydrates completely!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly ate anything today. Milo for breakfast which would last me till 11.30am, then cai fan stall which would last me till... 10.30pm o.O And I simply refused to take anything with fat when I reached home, so I managed to find Nata de Coco :DDD I did 85minutes of cardio too, so I bet my bottom dollar I'm on a calorie deficit~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did consecutive sets of 10 pullups with 2mins rest. Scraped 7 sets which is quite an accomplishment, considering the depleted glycogen stores after the extended cardio session. Basketball dudes are really really holistically fit except for pullups LOL. It was rather entertaining to see huge hulking figures struggle to get their chin over the bar, and I just flew~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I would love to have the DSA twins as weights training partners, the way they pushed laisheng to crank out the last rep of bench press was almost terrifying. Joo got owned by Charis Woo for wearing home clothes inside weights room HAHAHA open invitation to get screwed &amp;gt;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball is fun :D Especially when you got a height advantage HAHA. Went for an unprecendented 1h45min break in the middle of school today, played bball for around 45mins and it was really really enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm 64kg. (measured on a completely empty stomach just now) And kai yuen is 88kg lololol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about the phrase which randomly occurred to me on the bus. &lt;em&gt;Two cuts above the rest&lt;/em&gt;. It got me so stoked and sent waves of adrenaline rippling through my bloodstream. Shall make this my gym motto ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To train two cuts&amp;nbsp;more intensively&amp;nbsp;than the rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To perform two cuts&amp;nbsp;better than the rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To endure two cuts longer than the rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To craft a regime two cuts more efficient than the rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To rest two cuts more than the rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epitome of superiority complex haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-1639536620193422061?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/1639536620193422061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=1639536620193422061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/1639536620193422061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/1639536620193422061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/2-february-2012-will-be-fondlybitterly.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-5635488821922920227</id><published>2012-02-01T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:51:25.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the hustle and bustle of everyday gyming and homeworking and dozing off in lectures, I was completely unaware of sad things which happened to some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is cruel. Time waits for no man, and as much as it is pitiful and heart-wrenching to see those who cannot keep up with the constant trials and tribulations being unable to stay on the desired path... one has to learn to fight to meet expectations. Such is the reality behind the facade of flashy school branding and banners, like what is behind every SAF propaganda poster at every bus stop, like the demons which conceal themselves behind the Singaporean annual GDP figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. If I had to receive such a sudden and radical wake-up call which&amp;nbsp;would shake&amp;nbsp;the very foundation of my reason to go on... I don't know if I could handle it. I'd probably quit this demented game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-5635488821922920227?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/5635488821922920227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=5635488821922920227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/5635488821922920227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/5635488821922920227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/in-hustle-and-bustle-of-everyday-gyming.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-6347659744788445139</id><published>2012-02-01T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T18:28:38.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MUST.RESIST.SLOTH.DEMON.ARGHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this should keep me awake for at least around 20 minutes more. *dozes off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lololol. 850 calories burnt, that's why :D The instant I settled down in the bus, I could feel the overwhelming fatigue surge through my system, so I just plugged in my James Blunt playlist (why does no one listen to James Blunt anyway) and drifted off to sleep~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a gut feeling that all HC guys are gay to some extent. &lt;s&gt;which fuels my desires muahaha&lt;/s&gt; For&amp;nbsp;some reason, quite a lot of guys were commenting to me that Ken Yeow looks damn buff. Apparently Ken Yeow was from soccer team (according to a source which I can't affirm) in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm discipline talk. I guess I could be convicted of quite a lot of offences similar to what was presented. It's time to assign codenames to teachers HAHAHA. C'mon I don't flame all the time, okay?? See, I just praised Ken Yeow ^^ As for the other clandestine activities I indulge in... you know me, there aren't any :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pomegranate flavour electrolytes were slightly more appetizing compared to the repugnent putrid repulsive (I'm exaggerating) lime flavor. That means still quite disgusting LOL. Nathan Catalyst is an autocatalyst hahaha too lame. And nonsensical. Anyway I've run out and not getting any free samples anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall bathe to stall for time, once the hour hand turns to 8pm I shall 精神一条龙. Or 两条三条 also can, I can handle many many 条s lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NjdBzKI5nYs/S8HNiMBhFZI/AAAAAAAACa4/OyC6WMtTb8s/s1600/brucelee+wallpaper+image+poster+pic+photo+black+and+white+clipart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NjdBzKI5nYs/S8HNiMBhFZI/AAAAAAAACa4/OyC6WMtTb8s/s320/brucelee+wallpaper+image+poster+pic+photo+black+and+white+clipart.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Epitome of long! &lt;s&gt;Sounds wrong zz you know I meant Chinese for dragon&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-6347659744788445139?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/6347659744788445139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=6347659744788445139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/6347659744788445139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/6347659744788445139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/02/must.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NjdBzKI5nYs/S8HNiMBhFZI/AAAAAAAACa4/OyC6WMtTb8s/s72-c/brucelee+wallpaper+image+poster+pic+photo+black+and+white+clipart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-4344922273060625416</id><published>2012-01-31T23:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T23:04:43.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Yesterday I was chasing the person I am today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I'm chasing the person I hope to be tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Anon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-4344922273060625416?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/4344922273060625416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=4344922273060625416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4344922273060625416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4344922273060625416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/yesterday-i-was-chasing-person-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-368053262046511108</id><published>2012-01-31T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T19:47:21.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>47</title><content type='html'>Whoa my GP teacher is really well-read. She knows everything, from trivial details in &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; single war to remote topics like perception and stuff. The 1.5 hour tutorial was hardly boring and I kept getting fascinated by her trenchant analysis and thought-provoking questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw quite a few lost souls wandering around school - people from ulu secondary schools who did too well and came alone or something. As I witness the inundation of facebook wall by OG group invites and comments, I have a thought which is probably different from every other reminiscent J2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I wasn't them. Hmmm maybe it's part of my life philosophy but I never once wished I could relive the past. It's just too troublesome and frustrating to have to go through all the unlearnt lessons and start from square one. Instead I'd simply like to zone out, think about the past for a while, smile a bit then enter weights room or something LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See zachary sleep is important!! I guess both of us got too little sleep, weren't in top form. HAHAHA I CAN DO 60KG BENCH LIAO. It would have been 100% of my body weight and I would be quite legendary if this occured like 6 months ago, but sadly I have to make it to 62.5kg before I can call myself pro. And anyway everything after pectorals was downwards slope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vertical slope arm, four pause, ready, go! Check one two three four - "SEMULA"! Everyone:&amp;nbsp;"SCREW YOU JIGS" HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgsiao jooern was torturing himself with that 20kg bar and prolonging his squats. And Charis Woo demoralising him LOL. And the x-country coach demonstrating some weird exercise on the pullup bar and Li Ying went to try and coach tried &lt;s&gt;groping&lt;/s&gt; aligning her legs then she got too embarrassed and got down :P And Hoonsuan playing with a medicine ball~ &lt;s&gt;And solo playing with zachary's balls... aye no wonder he felt kinda weak huh.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.fakeposters.com/results/2009/07/17/3g8edcug8c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://media.fakeposters.com/results/2009/07/17/3g8edcug8c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys I won't be joining you guys at the recce tomorrow :/ Await my sms T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-368053262046511108?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/368053262046511108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=368053262046511108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/368053262046511108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/368053262046511108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/47.html' title='47'/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-6312828241025251248</id><published>2012-01-30T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T23:05:26.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A word I've heard far too many times in the same context. Hahaha, although it never came pleasantly,&amp;nbsp;it comes as no surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gym.mug.zachary.hohoho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-6312828241025251248?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/6312828241025251248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=6312828241025251248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/6312828241025251248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/6312828241025251248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/word-ive-heard-far-too-many-times-in.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-9097530694441982045</id><published>2012-01-30T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T21:13:29.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not a bad day :) Though I initially thought the J1s would arrive today and then got completely baffled when the school was still half-empty throughout the day &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's wishing all J1 readers of this blog (actually there's only one so I'm directing this to Jessica) a fulfilling J1 life when school starts!! Play your heart out, fail a few exams, discover some revelations about the gravity of grades, study hard for exams and get a tan during the occasional outdoor destress run :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pace of pullups improvement is as slow as a snail sex-scene. After 12 sets of bombarding my lats with ponderous objects and the power of gravity, the overall improvement was... 1 pullup more in the last set of weighted pullups zz. VARIETY IS THE SPICE TO LIFE, as AT said. Shall switch to pyramid for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady luck was beaming, chanced upon the three remaining tahanners going back upstairs on my way out of school. I'm so glad because the time spent was... valuable. Inexplicable. On another note, even though I wasn't doing any work, I was subtly deep in rumination:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unrequited, so I can go on a guilt-free trip on dangerous thoughts and know that it's justified. The only rules in my mind are my rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The electrolyte drink wasn't as good as gold as I'd expected, but it taught me a golden lesson yet as adulterated as rust on an iron bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to put to action some mindset changes I've been wanting to implement in my life. Mainly what xinchuan told me about expectations, and on a less serious note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling genuinely whenever I meet people :D I get really&amp;nbsp;uncomfortable&amp;nbsp;when someone smiles to me and it's obviously forced and so unauthentic that&amp;nbsp;I can visualize the transition into a frown after passing me by. I think the Expecto Patronus mentality is rather useful in this aspect, just saying~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's true when they say a smile from someone else can make your day :) (tagged: zhiwei, xinren) Mmm, to be content and not be greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whack me&lt;/em&gt;? Hahahahaha, someday or never, it doesn't matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-9097530694441982045?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/9097530694441982045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=9097530694441982045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/9097530694441982045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/9097530694441982045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/not-bad-day-though-i-initially-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-4102433905996869523</id><published>2012-01-29T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T22:41:47.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sleeping before 11pm muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-4102433905996869523?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/4102433905996869523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=4102433905996869523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4102433905996869523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4102433905996869523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/sleeping-before-11pm-muahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-859731900896534286</id><published>2012-01-29T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T14:02:55.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Everything will be okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a crazy&amp;nbsp;realization when one moment the lyrics are nothing more than meaningless music to a zoned-out person, and the next moment... you look back and remember it rescued you from the darkest abyss. And you put yourself in a&amp;nbsp;thousand other people's shoes and&amp;nbsp;visualize their salvation.&amp;nbsp;I got the teary eyes both times I listened to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/gvcZcKNDjRo/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gvcZcKNDjRo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gvcZcKNDjRo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-859731900896534286?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/859731900896534286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=859731900896534286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/859731900896534286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/859731900896534286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/everything-will-be-okay-everything-will.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-6004020446843599246</id><published>2012-01-29T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T00:20:02.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spent the whole day visiting houses!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body clock reverted to weekends-hibernate mode so I slept through the morning and woke up at 12.30pm. Ate, brushed my teeth (I always thought it was more sensible and practical to have breakfast before brushing my teeth) and went back to sleep till 2.30pm LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited my 大舅's house! According to my mum, he's really into that family hierachy thing so he visits no one for CNY, and we're supposed to visit him. I don't really mind because he's the closest 长辈 after my parents. Ten years ago when I was in Primary school and both my parents were slogging it out at work trying to pay for the HDB instalments, I was placed under his guardianship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 years, some things haven't changed. The analog TV, the sewing machine which runs on oil, the wooden chair which has been there since the first time I saw it, the rocking chair, the wine bottles, the idols, the smooth floor. I still remember in a tussle when I was P2 or something, saying retarded things like 我的神才是真的. And in fact, the only thing noticeably different about the living room was a Plasma TV and the wireless router.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhongy's house was the bombbb. Zachary you should have gone after church or something!! CHUNKS of ba kwa, toblerone, trays of ferrero rochers, pineapple tarts and other yummies :D Lol gyx keep eating ba kwas he gonna put on weight .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the food paradise only pales in comparison to... ZHONGHUI'S MOM ANG PAO. When I calculate how much in total was given to 10+ people, omg freaky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge without application is otiose (pointless). So... knowing what's good for you without having the money to do so&amp;nbsp;is also pointless, right? *moment of revelation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on second thought, those things might not be that good for you. *moment of revelation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can thank me later for invoking two revelations in your life :D Now I need to apply some 正骨水 (self-explanatory unless you're a chinese asinine cough cough loljk) and do some bible study homework. Which reminds me about the unscathed homework in the bag. I shall slay all of you tomorrow with balls of fury and blades of glory xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-6004020446843599246?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/6004020446843599246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=6004020446843599246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/6004020446843599246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/6004020446843599246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/spent-whole-day-visiting-houses-my-body.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-2735241056811346510</id><published>2012-01-28T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T01:46:00.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3j_S3170EuU/TyLggj-8XrI/AAAAAAAAASU/2JQlkShkiPw/s1600/rooney-mara-the-girl-with-the-dragon-tattoo-06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3j_S3170EuU/TyLggj-8XrI/AAAAAAAAASU/2JQlkShkiPw/s320/rooney-mara-the-girl-with-the-dragon-tattoo-06.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my godddd, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo is such an epic movie. The picture on top is the international version, and the actress who did the original Swedish version was even more badass &amp;gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iPlAmj2565E/TyLhIevHatI/AAAAAAAAASc/uYWki2MQE6M/s1600/imagesCAREPRN3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iPlAmj2565E/TyLhIevHatI/AAAAAAAAASc/uYWki2MQE6M/s1600/imagesCAREPRN3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the Swedish version, and the cinematography and screenplay and the&amp;nbsp;storyline was freaking intelligent. Got lost like &lt;s&gt;an yingyue&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;the penguin washed ashore in Singapore when it was supposed to&amp;nbsp;migrate to some other pole,&amp;nbsp;in the complicated twisting of&amp;nbsp;events, but it's still a highly enjoyable movie.&amp;nbsp;Noomi Rapace is surprisingly fit, but the fleeting sex scenes made me wonder if that chest was solid... :X &lt;s&gt;Or non-existent&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone keeps secrets. I won't ask you to tell me about your life. I just want you to know... I'm glad you're here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-2735241056811346510?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/2735241056811346510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=2735241056811346510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/2735241056811346510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/2735241056811346510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-my-godddd-girl-with-dragon-tattoo-is.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3j_S3170EuU/TyLggj-8XrI/AAAAAAAAASU/2JQlkShkiPw/s72-c/rooney-mara-the-girl-with-the-dragon-tattoo-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-8274371653976477950</id><published>2012-01-27T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T22:25:21.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to self: never never sleep in Friday chem lecture!!! MUST PERSEVERE AND FIGHT THE SLOTH DEMON TO THE DEATH. AND EVEN IF I DIE I HAVE TO KEEP MOVING ON IN HELL UNTIL THE BELL RINGS. So that I can fall asleep in tahan room later LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah my team was running in the rain. Ehhh I just realized... everyone except me D: (and zhongy who was at H3 but he was racing through my mind.) It's okay, my &lt;em&gt;grand scheme&lt;/em&gt; is still ongoing, it's just temporarily "put on hold"... Lol I sound like an unable-to-overachieve idiot. Oooh I learnt from yesterday's movie that another word for idiot is&lt;em&gt; asinine&lt;/em&gt;. Doesn't really induce an emotional release, though. Like &lt;em&gt;fuc*&lt;/em&gt; is more expressive than&lt;em&gt; tabarnak&lt;/em&gt;. Okay this is getting lame lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym was really really awesome. Managed to sustain focus through my entire lat workout which is pretty unprecedented. *Start of bragging time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 sets of 9 pullups with 10kg weight&lt;br /&gt;4 sets of 8 reps of 140lbs lat pulldown&lt;br /&gt;3&amp;nbsp;sets of the weird machine I tried for the first time&lt;br /&gt;3 epic fail sets of t-bar row LOL. oooh my waist size fits the tightest possible hook on the lifting belt.&lt;br /&gt;3 sets rows (2 sets 70lbs 1 set 80lbs THAT'S 36 KG ON ONE ARM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy bragging time's over~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering, what's the female equivalent of the alpha male? omega female?? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I reached home, I saw the pastor and some church people gathered in&amp;nbsp;our humble abode for CNY visitation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way to cover it up, I thought. Might as well 光明正大? No one said anything about it, fortunately. And got a few ang paos muahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I7Qt9Wq8T3w/TyKzxjVT9eI/AAAAAAAAASM/68fHe0aLOSs/s1600/numbers.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I7Qt9Wq8T3w/TyKzxjVT9eI/AAAAAAAAASM/68fHe0aLOSs/s320/numbers.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-8274371653976477950?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/8274371653976477950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=8274371653976477950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8274371653976477950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8274371653976477950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/note-to-self-never-never-sleep-in.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I7Qt9Wq8T3w/TyKzxjVT9eI/AAAAAAAAASM/68fHe0aLOSs/s72-c/numbers.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-5634289357150295834</id><published>2012-01-26T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T22:55:30.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Designated 8.30pm-11.00pm as movie time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh finally got to watch Perfume: The Story of a Murderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really only one thing to say. Your life will be incomplete without watching the movie. Every subtlety, every nuance of the moment, every background melody and every script&amp;nbsp;blends together like... perfume :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the ending had the largest orgy party I've ever seen in my life. Seriously, the budget must have been off the charts to convince an ENTIRE TOWN of people to act as calefare in the nude. Basking in paradise for a whole 10 minutes... not me LOL, them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm. The ending was all the genius in the world put into one scene. Who wants thumbdrive transfer~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tw7cd5qiNX4/TyFo7zW1vlI/AAAAAAAAASE/Yptpwb76RLA/s1600/b74d79f69a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tw7cd5qiNX4/TyFo7zW1vlI/AAAAAAAAASE/Yptpwb76RLA/s320/b74d79f69a.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know a good movie when you see the poster~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh they said Arivan's brother (the oldest one, I think his name was Aran Atsuo) became a perfumologist :O﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-5634289357150295834?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/5634289357150295834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=5634289357150295834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/5634289357150295834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/5634289357150295834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/designated-8.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tw7cd5qiNX4/TyFo7zW1vlI/AAAAAAAAASE/Yptpwb76RLA/s72-c/b74d79f69a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-313346997306689521</id><published>2012-01-26T17:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T17:50:36.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>48</title><content type='html'>I need some disaster management counselling sessions :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain got worse today especially when I attempted to pseudo-sprint to catch the bus in vain. I just looked up some medical terms and demented things called tendinitis and tendonisis popped out from Wikipedia, citing horrific treatments called palliative care omggg I'm not some 80 year old grandpop!!! It scared me till my balls dropped and ran 2.4km and ligated back before I could even move zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DID THIS HAPPEN. I SWEAR I WILL NEVER RUN ON THAT TRACK AGAIN. It must have been the sharp corners where I had to swerve around every 200m. And then again, shouldn't have progressed so quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad that everything has to be learnt the hard way. Injury rehabilitation is so stressfullllllll. FUCK YOUUUUU STUPID GUNUNG TAHAN YOU RUINED MY LIFE BIG TIME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mirror, mirror.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who am I? Depends on who you ask. Some see nothing more than&amp;nbsp;a mindless monster, an egotistical freak to be pitied or feared. Others see a man guided by a singular purpose. Who am I? As I stand under this hot light and look into this mirror, I see a monster and a man. But I also see an ostracized kid. A son looking up to his old man. A youth in search of a road. I've since found that road and soon, I'll know how far I've gone and who next I'll become.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGCXoor866s/TyEf5DHtIOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/G0_SBMihGgs/s1600/insanity_mario.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGCXoor866s/TyEf5DHtIOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/G0_SBMihGgs/s320/insanity_mario.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;48 more forearm workouts~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-313346997306689521?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/313346997306689521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=313346997306689521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/313346997306689521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/313346997306689521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/48.html' title='48'/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGCXoor866s/TyEf5DHtIOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/G0_SBMihGgs/s72-c/insanity_mario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-8462602041627310505</id><published>2012-01-25T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T20:57:30.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa today was the first time in months I was actually able to 见周公 on a bus trip. For the average Singaporean&amp;nbsp;Chinese klutz, it means to fall asleep LOL. It's weird. Sometime in sec 3 my body underwent some radical transformation and I lost the ability to sleep on desks and in the bus. Whenever I fell asleep on the desk, I would either wake up prematurely with drool on the table or wake up with an EXTREMELY unpleasant numbness in my legs, followed by an insane rush of bloodflow which gives those prickly ant-biting sensations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well something significant must have happened today. Oh, doing 26 pullups, maybe :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my lower body joints are decaying into dust. Upon getting back to my regime, the only road I was headed for was Degradation. It's really sucks, I feel as if I'm powerless now. Running is an expression of... expression, after all. I live to express. Second on the list is to impress. Now I can do neither D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But still, the powerless rise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what do I focus my energy on? My penchant for dumbells has waivered for the same reason I wanted to get back into cardiovascular fitness so quickly - getting too thick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pullup bar will always&amp;nbsp;be there for me to seek solace in, no matter how much I've failed! My beloved pullup bar I wish I could make love to you if you weren't that inanimate. &lt;s&gt;On the other hand, a bar seems quite cool to fantasize about NOOOOO WHAT AM I BECOMING LOL&lt;/s&gt; Girls should do pullups :) I mean, pullups won't make you buff or anything, and the strength gained comes in really handy for future application... like pulling other girls' hair in catfights &amp;gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm wonder why they call girls fighting "cat"fights. Should be godzilla or T-Rex and somewhere along that ancestry :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-8462602041627310505?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/8462602041627310505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=8462602041627310505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8462602041627310505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8462602041627310505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/whoa-today-was-first-time-in-months-i.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-3829189125606532646</id><published>2012-01-24T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T22:55:45.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>49 left</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhepZ6uqBAE/Tx7FGn-ekaI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZOB8JDR2hXw/s1600/nice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhepZ6uqBAE/Tx7FGn-ekaI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZOB8JDR2hXw/s320/nice.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salvatore Costa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wide as the nile,&amp;nbsp;wings for every smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-3829189125606532646?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/3829189125606532646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=3829189125606532646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/3829189125606532646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/3829189125606532646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/salvatore-costa-wide-as-nile-for-every.html' title='49 left'/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhepZ6uqBAE/Tx7FGn-ekaI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZOB8JDR2hXw/s72-c/nice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-4839841814385531271</id><published>2012-01-24T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T19:41:14.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bring grave news of defeat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't hit $200 LOL. Far from it, actually. It seems like everyone learnt their lesson last year and made it a standard this year to give $4. Can't really help the fact that my entire maternal side isn't very well-to-do. Two retired men, one carpenter (whoa),&amp;nbsp;3 housewives, fourth aunt who has a mini-company manufacturing calendars, fifth aunt married to a businessman (and it's the one who can't give ang pao because of a funeral).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my mum is the youngest of&amp;nbsp;9 siblings, it should come as no surprise that my nephews and nieces are older than me .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special mention goes to my&amp;nbsp;大舅's second son. Despite marrying a widow, he loves her so dearly. Giving up his chain-smoking habits, exercising&amp;nbsp;unimaginable thriftiness while drawing a meagre salary... Not exactly the future of someone I used to see smoking the blood away from his lips everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once asked me. Is it harder to give up smoking or porn? Being the typical conservative home-grown shy boy&amp;nbsp;a few years ago, I was too embarrassed to reply. I slowly grew accustomed to talking about otherwise-taboo subjects like these,&amp;nbsp;so I'll say I think it's the latter. Not saying that I did neither or that I did both, but...&amp;nbsp;depends on when you start feeling the pinch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pinch from smoking comes immediately, in the form of sapping your wallet dry and your stamina slowly draining away when carbon monoxide binds to haemoglobin, rendering it unable to bind to oxygen etcetc I forgot already lol.&amp;nbsp;On the other hand, some people never get to feel the pinch for porn at all. It's more of a spiritual/moral thing, so if you don't believe against it, no reason not to believe in it. I'll leave the pinch at that~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pinch poke tickle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickle is such a cute word HAHAHA xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of having to return to school makes me so so languid :( Oh well, at least it's a slack day and we get to burn all the evil sly scheming CNY calories away during the trek!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-4839841814385531271?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/4839841814385531271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=4839841814385531271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4839841814385531271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4839841814385531271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-bring-grave-news-of-defeat-didnt-hit.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-4670804999907904694</id><published>2012-01-24T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T01:26:45.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--yxHX3y86fE/Tx2Xo7vng_I/AAAAAAAAARs/p6tRgdNhrHs/s1600/exhale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--yxHX3y86fE/Tx2Xo7vng_I/AAAAAAAAARs/p6tRgdNhrHs/s320/exhale.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vices aside... I think those arms are worth dying&amp;nbsp;in the gym&amp;nbsp;100 times over for :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, 100 times. This has suddenly piqued my interest in conducting a masochistic self-experiment HAHAHA. Lets try for 50 first, and then I'll strike them off one by one. Look out for my forearms, guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-4670804999907904694?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/4670804999907904694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=4670804999907904694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4670804999907904694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4670804999907904694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/vices-aside.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--yxHX3y86fE/Tx2Xo7vng_I/AAAAAAAAARs/p6tRgdNhrHs/s72-c/exhale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-4816899331911902573</id><published>2012-01-23T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T21:35:37.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Just returned home from Day One of red packet extortion &amp;gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't really feel that CNY heat this year - all the shopping malls/streets I went to weren't really blasting rowdy songs out of the neodymium speakers. What's that you ask, it's a material in my earphones making the whole thing &lt;s&gt;featherlite no that's a condom/sanitary pad&lt;/s&gt; feather-light and insanely magnetic that it draws all the metal in my bloodstream to my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about feeling the heat, it's Zeus' trademark exclamation when he uses the blue fireball attack!! Remember Hercules? :D And talking about Zeus, we were watching Real Steel at my maternal relative's house. (If you don't know both Zeus then you should get a life and turn on the freaking electronic box at home!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this year's takings diminished because an aunt who always gives $10 had to mourn for her paternal side (which I'm not involved in) and some people passed away last year, so... I'll be lucky if I hit $200 by tomorrow. ZHONGY HOUSE HERE I COME HAHAHAHA. Jkjk I can't confirm yet, might have to go visit my oldest uncle. And I'm sure I sound like some materialistic brat who only cares about ang paos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what can I attribute that to? Deprivation, immaturity, morals, etc. I'm just a kid, and I can't believe I'm turning 18 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some discussion with relatives, SAF scholarship sounds reallyyyyyyy appealing!! It should be no surprise if I invite you to my commissioning parade 2-3 years from now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sense an impending shin splint. 3 days rest, unconditional.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cEkgkYo2skc/Tx1f_LjE7SI/AAAAAAAAARM/gg7MVxOp9ng/s1600/2012-01-23+20.47.35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cEkgkYo2skc/Tx1f_LjE7SI/AAAAAAAAARM/gg7MVxOp9ng/s320/2012-01-23+20.47.35.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My cool sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q75Z-n2KAEM/Tx1gJduDyiI/AAAAAAAAARU/PnRJ-W-paY8/s1600/2012-01-23+20.49.21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q75Z-n2KAEM/Tx1gJduDyiI/AAAAAAAAARU/PnRJ-W-paY8/s320/2012-01-23+20.49.21.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pro Solo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vGc1dZOgnKU/Tx1gUmqeGCI/AAAAAAAAARc/R4s19NV0SUI/s1600/2012-01-23+20.48.22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vGc1dZOgnKU/Tx1gUmqeGCI/AAAAAAAAARc/R4s19NV0SUI/s320/2012-01-23+20.48.22.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehhh we're the best ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rk26tpzwyKg/Tx1hBH5zwYI/AAAAAAAAARk/eriYfFRawCI/s1600/2012-01-23+20.50.12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rk26tpzwyKg/Tx1hBH5zwYI/AAAAAAAAARk/eriYfFRawCI/s320/2012-01-23+20.50.12.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bonus CNY present to avid readers of this blog :D Sian I need to perfect my pose - Schwarzenegger was epitome of perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-4816899331911902573?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/4816899331911902573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=4816899331911902573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4816899331911902573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4816899331911902573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-returned-home-from-day-one-of-red.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cEkgkYo2skc/Tx1f_LjE7SI/AAAAAAAAARM/gg7MVxOp9ng/s72-c/2012-01-23+20.47.35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-1778109532283491160</id><published>2012-01-22T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T18:35:09.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah I can't believe I've tamed my anger management to the point of not showing any subtle&amp;nbsp;expression of frustration when my mum barked at me and lectured me and screamed at me. For not taking in clothes on the bamboo poles -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is the objective story: She told me to take down the clothes (it wasn't urgent at all because the poles were in the house and the clothes wouldn't be soaked in the rain), and I asked for some allowance time because I was busy on the computer talking to someone. She asked me again in 2 minutes, and I told her give me more time because I was still on the conversation. A minute later she blared at me and berated me for being irresponsible as a family member, shirking household responsibilities and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm tired of arguing things in my favour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just going to say that... Well, some things other people see as important don't matter as much to us, and vice versa. My mum demands almost &lt;em&gt;immediate action &lt;/em&gt;upon instruction. I simply see it as unnecessary and unreasonable. I don't see chores as something I should prioritize over a heartfelt conversation with a good friend, but &lt;strong&gt;who can truly say who is in the wrong? &lt;/strong&gt;What may seem like a living doctrine to some, may be trash ideologies to others. If I lived amonst an army of mothers I would be the household equivalent of Satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very often we lament that people make us angry. Sometimes it's a mistake because we incur our own wrath, not others. This happens only when it's not so clear-cut. Obviously when someone jabs you in the sternum making you writhe in pain&amp;nbsp;it's not a case of perception anymore, it's pretty obvious who's right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum told me to put myself in her shoes. I haven't thought that far to the extent of being a parent yet, but... surely not as demanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. 团圆饭 is going to be a cold war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some running today, possibly the most intensive one I've ever done. 10x800m. Wasn't exactly the top-notch standard I was hoping for, fluctuating between 3:25 and 3:45, but things will get better since it's only the first round... if there's even&amp;nbsp;a second LOL. It's reallyyyyy mentally traumatic, I swear. I have no idea how the heck I pushed through sets 5-6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like zhongy, I really really hope all this effort (in his case it's mugging) will pay off. I always thought I was cardiovascular-ly disadvantaged, but I have faith that things will take a turn for the better :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-1778109532283491160?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/1778109532283491160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=1778109532283491160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/1778109532283491160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/1778109532283491160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/woah-i-cant-believe-ive-tamed-my-anger.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-2109530438156334877</id><published>2012-01-22T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T13:58:59.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As we approach the start of the Lunar New Year, I guess a reiteration of my stand&amp;nbsp;towards burning hell notes is&amp;nbsp;fairly timely, especially since ghastly particles are circulating and penetrating into every nook and corner of everywhere x__x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that all this rush only started today, I'm harbouring a guess that people burn hell notes on CNY eve so that their ancestors have enough to spend through the New Year. Sort of like an allowance of some sort, just that it's completely ironic and moronic and illogical&amp;nbsp;- you have to burn it to bits and pieces to give it to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some contentions with this whole idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. So how are the burnt particles supposed to reform and materialize back into money??? When I burnt my PW stuff (okay I'm exaggerating I actually sold them to the karang guni), they certainly didn't float for a while then reform back into intact sheets of paper... That would be horrific LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Even if they materialized through some willpower/faith/ritual/chant which probably all religions do, how is anyone to make sure the hell notes go to the intended recipient? I mean, there are probably thousands of other people burning the same thing and everything will just mix up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Even if there were some form of "hell note traffic control", I'm pretty sure most traffic police are corrupted. Especially since there's no divine laws homologating the ban on looting displaced particles of hell notes, traffic police in the overworld would be ten times richer than the emperor himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. For all we know, people got Enlightened after dying and removed the entire currency system in a bid to curb materialism and increase emphasis on divine teachings and values and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Based on Newton's law of gravity, the burnt particles can't go beyond several thousand metres in altitude, much less transcend the boundary between earth and heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who says all your ancestors who die go to heaven anyway? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If it is coined "hell" notes, then only those ancestors in hell would receive them. I can't imagine hell being a happier place than heaven, though. And those ancestors in heaven would be swearing and cursing over not receiving a single cent and bribe the gatekeeper to migrate to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Since all the hell notes are the same, the place where your ancestors are residing in is probably plagued by inflation like a freaking Zimbabwe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Respect of personal space. Everyone preaches it but no one's doing it in&amp;nbsp;this case. How is dispersing heaps of burnt paper into innocent homes an act of respect of personal space? It goes into my eyes nose mouth throat and god forbid it would contain hemagglutinin and neuraminidase and destroy my epithelial lining and decimate my respiratory system and&amp;nbsp;plunge my olfactory system into turmoil and chaos. That's a goddamn unforgivable sin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ROCK. Happy CNY people :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-2109530438156334877?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/2109530438156334877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=2109530438156334877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/2109530438156334877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/2109530438156334877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/as-we-approach-start-of-lunar-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-3595934317953640538</id><published>2012-01-21T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T23:10:12.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another reason for Jamaicans' success: their attitude, according to Mr. Coleman. "We genuinely believe that we'll conquer," he says. "It's a mindset. We're small and we're poor, but we believe in ourselves."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-3595934317953640538?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/3595934317953640538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=3595934317953640538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/3595934317953640538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/3595934317953640538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/another-reason-for-jamaicans-success.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-8772982094018521461</id><published>2012-01-21T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T21:00:42.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M3bCkehR_5o/Txqxs364xrI/AAAAAAAAARE/Ad7eMiyPMMo/s1600/2012-01-21+20.21.13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M3bCkehR_5o/Txqxs364xrI/AAAAAAAAARE/Ad7eMiyPMMo/s320/2012-01-21+20.21.13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yay I managed to find a way around Blogger's pathetic AI for attaching pictures facing the wrong direction. Trust me, it rotates pictures which appear to be as straight as nuns on the desktop. Well, nun's become renegade sometimes, and I guess that's where the metaphor "sweating like a hooker in church" came from. Anyway that's beside the point because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I got two 3.5mm cables!! Slightly hesitant initially because one is $2.90 so the haggler in me rode on tides of enthusiastic negotiation and I got two for $5! It was at an electronics warehouse somemore which proves how pro I am (Y) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And I bet none of you (except maybe zhiwei) will ever understand the use for these which increases my awesomeness tenfold. But zhiwei is still the aficionado about electronic/technical stuff, he suggested this VGA/somethingsomething cable (which I've never heard before)&amp;nbsp;for connecting laptops to analog TVs during chalet which no one had lol. And operating a DSLR and reading books on an ebook reader, enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was thoroughly impressed by the shopkeeper of the warehouse, which is tucked away at the end of a corridor near Hougang mall. This Malay who speaks Mandarin rather fluently, it's not commonplace to find one who can &lt;s&gt;considering their general intelligence&lt;/s&gt;. Maybe it's why his business has flourished over the past decade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Must keep my voracious appetite under control~ Omg soooo much junk food already - love letters, pineapple rolls, roti prata, creamy chicken pasta. Shall live like a Jamaican tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-8772982094018521461?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/8772982094018521461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=8772982094018521461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8772982094018521461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8772982094018521461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/yay-i-managed-to-find-way-around.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M3bCkehR_5o/Txqxs364xrI/AAAAAAAAARE/Ad7eMiyPMMo/s72-c/2012-01-21+20.21.13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-8343248865739980115</id><published>2012-01-21T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T13:41:09.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZYevniyXUc/TxpP4JpCGPI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5XLlpplN7d8/s1600/doraemon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZYevniyXUc/TxpP4JpCGPI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5XLlpplN7d8/s320/doraemon.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-8343248865739980115?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/8343248865739980115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=8343248865739980115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8343248865739980115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8343248865739980115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZYevniyXUc/TxpP4JpCGPI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5XLlpplN7d8/s72-c/doraemon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-9127759672823262546</id><published>2012-01-21T01:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T01:40:57.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can feel the repeated stress of running taking its toll on my ankle, still as fragile as butterfly wings. I guess I was too quick to get back into form, too rash, too reckless... too much ardor with too little self-control and self-awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, it's time to remind myself that the only person I have to beat is myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hysterical thoughts as midnight passes. A consequence of sleep deprivation which I'm experiencing now - might as well put it into words while it lasts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost, as if blindfolded and without any sense of direction *cough cough yingyue*. I am working towards a destination shrouded in fog. Even the rough outline is so pixellated that it could be anything that colour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel unmotivated to strive towards anything, for I see no purpose in everything I'm doing. I don't see the purpose in math tutorial 8B. Nor why I go to school. Nor why I train for 2.4km. Nor why I want to get good grades. Nor why anyone would want to have all the material possessions in this world. I guess sleep deprivation takes away my perception of living a life, leaving nothing but an empty shell in it's wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO GUYS YOU BETTER SLEEP MORE LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else more important at hand. &lt;s&gt;Yeah spring cleaning&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-9127759672823262546?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/9127759672823262546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=9127759672823262546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/9127759672823262546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/9127759672823262546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-can-feel-repeated-stress-of-running.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-1580387532422566075</id><published>2012-01-20T16:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T16:48:49.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whewww ran 4km and then 8 interval sprints!! I can feel the improvement already! Like my VO2 max surging to infinity. To be exact my blood cells catching more oxygen molecules for energy. Okay I'm bullshitting LOL it was quite bad actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average time was like 1:37 for each round and all my energy was concentrated at the last sprint in a not-so-impressive 1:27. I agreed to be training partners with Isaac, since he's quite a motivator (not verbally but as a role model) and he said that tennis training doesn't do any kick to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a casual conversation during the 4km (yeah that reflects how slow the pace was) about cross country people. Apparently he trained with them for a period of time and he knows all their routines and records like the back of his hand. The hell day consists of interval 400m sprinting of 20 sets in 1:15 each or something. WHICH. IS. CRAZY. SHIT. And jooern does 28 sets or something, increasing his speed with each successive set (opposite of me) to 62 seconds at the final stretch. Apparently he's inching his way to overtake the national champ, this Indian dude with superior genetics called Ryan Zachary Deveraj whom Joo has been on his tail for since the start of his career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Hoon Suan did 5km in 20:20 or something. That's 2.4km in less than 10 minutes and repeating the whole feat twice, wtffff. Joo runs 7:20 for 2.4km and 9 minutes is totally walking speed for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZACHARY LIM HOW THE HECK DID YOU RUN 9:20&amp;nbsp;FOR 2.4KM AFTER 5KM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siansiansian time to commiserate with Zhongy. The world suddenly got faster, literally. Oh well, got a well-distrubuted tan by stripping my shirt off :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The squally winds on the way to coro made my day. I was slightly detached&amp;nbsp;from the group conversation for&amp;nbsp;a few seconds, trying to soak up every Joule of wind into my radiating body. If I had the chance, I'd take a trip to somewhere comfortably cool with really strong winds blowing the autumn leaves round and round like a mini tornado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly disconcerted by the aggressiveness, first thing which occured to me was to ask myself if I'd made a mistake (at the most fundamental level).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we all saw the worst sides of everyone around us, who would we truly accept? To err is human, to forgive is divine... to accept someone at the nadir, probably transcends all immortality. Even God doesn't accept some actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-1580387532422566075?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/1580387532422566075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=1580387532422566075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/1580387532422566075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/1580387532422566075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/whewww-ran-4km-and-then-8-interval.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-6906537062783393177</id><published>2012-01-19T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T22:58:35.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hallelujah apparently I have an extremely understanding and welfare-conscious chem tutor cum civics tutor, so the Organic Chem test on Friday after CNY got postponed... indefinitely :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym's open from 1-3pm tomorrow! Who's up~ Talking about up, someone &lt;em&gt;down&lt;/em&gt; is celebrating his birthday tomorrow!!! *Scouts the place but cannot see anyone* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bio tutor asked me to draw the DNA strands for prokaryotes. I just drew two lines with antiparallel polarities then stunned LOL. Arghhhh at least I did my tutorial &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's sprints were reallyyyy ill-disciplined. Couldn't pace myself well in the first three sprints, clocking 1:25-28 which is too insane to be sustainable. For my stamina, at least. Every subsequent sprint was accompanied with intense sensations of regurgitation of the peanut butter bread I packed from home for lunch T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I was so fatigued that towards the end (except the last set) I was resting twice the time that I should have... Lasted through everything with encouragements from yingyue and joshua :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Zachary for passing me my phone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read something from somewhere. Apparently if we want to excel, incinerating passion and talent aren't enough. To get to the highest rungs of physical strength/stamina, you need someone with a similar passion to motivate you, encourage you, train with you and be willing to be accountable for your training progress. In short, a dream training partner(s). Is it really that hard to go solo? I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place I was at today... I could sense many eyes fixated on me, most of them welcoming, some shocked, a few disgusted, and one or two had their eyes on the patch of sweat which soaked through the uniform at my chest area. Made a new friend, doubt I'll ever get to talk to him again though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time is a panacea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time is a torture machine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time heals all wounds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time deepens wounds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time knows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be horrific if humans found ways to transcend time. Or even space. On the bus home I was pondering over the feasibility of a time machine/teleporter being invented sometime soon. So my thoughts revolved around anti-matter, parallel universes and... Giratina in Pokemon HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... target body cells, remember configurations,&amp;nbsp;reduce everything to atoms, blow them to Hawaii, use an atom condenser with Artificial Intelligence rivalling that of 20 times of Deep Blue and you'll be dancing in a sleazy city. Who wants to buy my patent :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-6906537062783393177?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/6906537062783393177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=6906537062783393177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/6906537062783393177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/6906537062783393177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/hallelujah-apparently-i-have-extremely.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-2976534161090733687</id><published>2012-01-18T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T22:12:40.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This might be quite harsh but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth after nearly two decades of cooking experience, does my mum whip up nearly inedible food on a regular basis??? Was welcomed home by burnt cabbages and duck meat as tough as steel balls belonging to Z. (Z represents two specific people, maybe I should use this term from now onwards). Yeahhh I know duck meat is supposed to be a delicacy, at least to China people? It's everything but delectable to my taste buds, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my dad giving me a harsh dressing-down that time I told my mum about the way she cooks. That was about 2 years ago.&amp;nbsp;Can't really blame my dad because it's part of the gentleman's code of conduct to praise his wife's cooking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know I'll come to appreciate my mum's food eventually. Like, we only appreciate what we have only when we lose it. I'm an unfilial and ungrateful child just like that. All the time my parents tell me I'm lucky enough to have enough food compared to the black children starving to the marrow of their bones. It's all just a logical fallacy because nothing will change even though I start to appreciate nasty food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I still feel guilty and I don't rebut that statement, ever! I'm just giving you guys the privilege to my thought processes, but my actions are still as politically correct as you'll see in real life. Yeah I have a pretty skewed mindset towards lots of things but you see that I never really show them. Just waiting for the day I have the liberty to decide what I want to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yingyue was talking about her classmate Eleanor (that's how you spell it right?) who got one demerit for colourful socks and got very emotional. Not flaming at all but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first place, we should mentally prepare to accept any punishment doled out to us as a result of our wrongdoings, right? Still, easier said than done. My world would shatter if authorities found out __________________. So argument is invalid HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. In the second place, what's JC without demerits, like life without breaking any rules? Only by being in the dark do we get to see a brighter light. Such a life is only half-complete, isn't it? Because you haven't gotten to experience the gloomier side of the field. For all we know, solace is better sought in dark green pastures at twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last place... Focusing so much on forging perfect friendships, perfect relationships, getting perfect grades, perfect discipline records. Robot much? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debates on philosophical aspects to life never come to any closure simply because everyone has different philosophies. Read this blog knowing that everything is only the opinion of yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyramid pullup routine&amp;nbsp;(1 minute rest between sets) LEVEL ELEVEN. In a less technical sense it means 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 6 + 7 + 8 + 9 + 10 + 11 pullups LOL. #bragging rights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-2976534161090733687?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/2976534161090733687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=2976534161090733687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/2976534161090733687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/2976534161090733687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-might-be-quite-harsh-but.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-6503193061378890925</id><published>2012-01-17T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:47:46.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh another of my teenage goals has been completed... 18/25 for math~ (which was a miracle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudden interest in Fall Out Boy! Ahhh reminiscent of 4 years ago, anyone remembers? :D The first ever PDS performance we ever witnessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember in Sec 2, I was playing cheoreographer in my own mind, and I was going to allocate the last chorus of Thanks for The Memories to doing rotation while doing one-handed pushups HAHAHA. It was such an inspiring and astounding thought, I was getting the shivers on the bus home and not just because of the chills or the evaporated sweat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm two quarters and a heart down&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds&lt;br /&gt;These words are all I have so I'll write them&lt;br /&gt;So you need them just to get by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;br /&gt;We're falling apart to half time&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;br /&gt;And these are the lives you'd love to lead&lt;br /&gt;Dance&lt;br /&gt;This is the way they'd love if they knew how misery loved me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-6503193061378890925?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/6503193061378890925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=6503193061378890925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/6503193061378890925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/6503193061378890925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-another-of-my-teenage-goals-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-2401586613927270893</id><published>2012-01-17T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:33:17.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mmmm woah Hoon Suan won gold medal at Hong Kong! I wonder how Joo Ern did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite ironic that the Singaporean government wants to advocate extra curricular activities but never really incentivises them. Instead we just go for each training aimlessly (for&amp;nbsp;solitudinarian CCAs like ours) with no benchmark, unlike track and field where there's constant competition against other schools. Even then, according to Chun Yat, they don't get money or anything, unless you win at SEA games or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that contradict the government's pursuit of&amp;nbsp;a talent pool of sporting prodigies? You can only get so far with the prize money but no passion, but it actually works both ways? Having both would definitely be ideal, but of course in Singapore you never get to have your cake and eat it and lick&amp;nbsp;some off Zachary/Zhongy's lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if there were incentives, people would fight even harder to win, everyone would suffer more, but only the top few will emerge champions showered with flowery garments and firecrackers, while the rest would have to drown in screaming silence upon the realization that they trained so hard in vain. It's really sad to see how certain close friends who train day and night, make so many sacrifices but never get to dominate in their respective realms, trailing behind gifted people who might be more aerodynamic and all that shit. They rarely get any form of recognition but they continue working hard in the hopes that one day they will sow what they had painstaking reaped over the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hail them as the unsung heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are always laggers like me... I&amp;nbsp;scraped a pathetic 11:17 for 2.4km -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T GIVE UP SOLO. Hahaha actually... I've been chuckling whenever I mentally reiterate my &lt;em&gt;grand plan&lt;/em&gt; to own everyone at 2.4km~ That's one thing, and the other thing is of course, putting in my best for every training session.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-2401586613927270893?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/2401586613927270893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=2401586613927270893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/2401586613927270893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/2401586613927270893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/mmmm-woah-hoon-suan-won-gold-medal-at.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-3789975703843343833</id><published>2012-01-16T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:20:14.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>16 January cardio training log (in kmph and incline 1.0):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.0&lt;br /&gt;15.1&lt;br /&gt;15.2&lt;br /&gt;15.3&lt;br /&gt;15.4&lt;br /&gt;15.5&lt;br /&gt;15.6&lt;br /&gt;15.7&lt;br /&gt;15.8&lt;br /&gt;15.9&lt;br /&gt;16.0&lt;br /&gt;16.0 (incline 1.5)&lt;br /&gt;16.0 (incline 2.0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. Rowdy high school boys had to destabalize my mental focus when they came in towards the last few sets. Departed prematurely from gym because I felt my glycogen levels plunge to yingyue's height so there was no point in staying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so glad my parents could sense that I was out-of-sorts upon arriving home and didn't&amp;nbsp;question me why I came home for dinner when I told them I wasn't, nor did they pursue the matter after I'd finished dinner." This was a pleasant thing I wanted to write about my parents until 2 minutes ago -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel a deep void. I don't know whether it's in my heart or in my mind or my subconscious. Not the kind of sinking feeling you get when you know you just lost your balls (literally), rather an empty space that nothing can fill. Like a perpetually inactive site of an enzyme which no substrate can fit into. &lt;s&gt;What a stupid analogy my dad's lameness is getting to me.&lt;/s&gt; I guess it's understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I'll let the remaining stifled tears flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-3789975703843343833?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/3789975703843343833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=3789975703843343833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/3789975703843343833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/3789975703843343833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/16-january-cardio-training-log-in-kmph.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-1614837497160712436</id><published>2012-01-15T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T22:18:18.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mum works solo as a freelance accountant/clerk. Happened to chance upon this, which made me think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CBniGlgxouY/TxLdFbgZ0eI/AAAAAAAAAQk/dU1MX41S2mM/s1600/2012-01-15+22.01.04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CBniGlgxouY/TxLdFbgZ0eI/AAAAAAAAAQk/dU1MX41S2mM/s320/2012-01-15+22.01.04.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then this made my day~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vcbgtabxu4s/TxLdMeR-n8I/AAAAAAAAAQs/wI3zck3qSEM/s1600/dreams.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vcbgtabxu4s/TxLdMeR-n8I/AAAAAAAAAQs/wI3zck3qSEM/s320/dreams.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drop a bomb and kill the people&lt;br /&gt;Drop an A-bomb in the square&lt;br /&gt;Do it on a Friday morning&lt;br /&gt;When the idiots are at prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw some candy in the courtyard&lt;br /&gt;Watch the children gather round&lt;br /&gt;Load and cock your MG rifle&lt;br /&gt;Hose those little suckers down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire missiles at the schoolhouse&lt;br /&gt;When the teachers ring the bell&lt;br /&gt;Watch the children die in laughter&lt;br /&gt;As the schoolhouse burns to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick the old man off the wheelchair&lt;br /&gt;Whack a grenade in his face&lt;br /&gt;Push the pregnant off the buses&lt;br /&gt;Let their sorrows make my day =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Sadist Cheer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh my favourite next to commando~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-1614837497160712436?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/1614837497160712436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=1614837497160712436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/1614837497160712436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/1614837497160712436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-mum-works-solo-as-freelance.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CBniGlgxouY/TxLdFbgZ0eI/AAAAAAAAAQk/dU1MX41S2mM/s72-c/2012-01-15+22.01.04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-3557639697053136307</id><published>2012-01-15T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T15:44:27.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sleep really makes everything better :D One of those things Zachary says all the time~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was torturous - every second passing me by was two seconds of pain and anguish. Lesson learnt: just go sleep LOL. Although there was a huge lift in my mood the moment I awoke, some remnant emotions were still lingering around. Upon reaching home from church I just put on my running shoes, Mizuno sleeveless my cousin donated to me, OBS shorts, $15 digital watch and set out for a 6km run under the scorching sun and blistering heat, 3 rounds around my neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shall do some weights later when I'm done with homework... OMG I'VE BEEN ON A HIATUS FROM SHOULDER MUSCLES FOR ONE WEEK ALREADY DIEEEEEE. Quick quick baseballs pop out from my shoulders ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually arh. Not to be complacent or arrogant or anything but there isn't really anything left to train, except my pathetic running. Maybe a month or two&amp;nbsp;more of shoulder, chest, forearms and calves and I'll achieve my ideal physique already. Don't wanna get too bulky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I have friends around me who never fail to pick me up when I'm down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was gay statement of the day and it's &lt;s&gt;ironically&lt;/s&gt; my quota already LOL. Objectives for tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't sleep during lessons&lt;br /&gt;2. Do all my homework&lt;br /&gt;3. 12x400m AGAIN &amp;gt;D&lt;br /&gt;4. Be understanding. Yeah I wish I was referring to bio lesson or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-3557639697053136307?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/3557639697053136307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=3557639697053136307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/3557639697053136307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/3557639697053136307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/sleep-really-makes-everything-better-d.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-434464537248159452</id><published>2012-01-14T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T23:58:57.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Once bitten, twice shy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twice bitten, the world is full of lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I won't cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not when the situation is so wry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought I was first to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But ended up last to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y'know, it really gets under my skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see the scar sinking in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On one hand you knew Simple Plan was right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the other you thought you saw the light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But unlike Michael Jackson there's no black or white&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only a mental deconstruction site&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As your world disassembles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sanity in shambles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Better keep your head up Solo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And know what to let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't look back when I say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna leave this hole behind me, gonna take what's mine tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gonna miss me when I'm gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-SP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-434464537248159452?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/434464537248159452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=434464537248159452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/434464537248159452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/434464537248159452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/once-bitten-twice-shy-twice-bitten.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-182433712552397870</id><published>2012-01-14T17:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T17:35:38.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's terrifying. How one seemingly isolated incident brews a giant pot of frustration by pulling together fragments of memories of previous similar incidents which culminate in one big ticking mental bomb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's terrifying only when you recover from the self-driven insanity, start to forgive, and then realize how dangerous your mind was while you were incapacitated by negative thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say it was uncomfortable/comfortable. I thought "okay" would be a more apt term because I didn't know the context. If it was on the basis of assumption&amp;nbsp;that I'm used to these kind of things... don't ever do it again. And the assumption was wrong in the first place anyway, so don't lead me into Dark Cave without Flash and then you use an Abra to teleport away, leaving me stranded and empty-handed to find my way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise you'll witness how quickly I find my way out and kill all the Abra I see lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it... it isn't the way I'd like. One more negative feedback and my patience is&amp;nbsp;exhausted. But exhaust it if you want/need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we still having team dinner at poolside on Monday? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-182433712552397870?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/182433712552397870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=182433712552397870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/182433712552397870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/182433712552397870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-terrifying.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-8993257927015077364</id><published>2012-01-13T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T19:29:27.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I SURVIVED THE GRINDING AVENUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12x400m!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually started off at an extremely comfortable speed, 15.0kmph at 1.0 incline. By the third set I was slightly fatigued but I realized how lousy 15.0 is compared to my past record (10x400m at 16.0kmph) so I upped the speed by 0.1 for every subsequent sprint!! So here's the rough outline:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.0&lt;br /&gt;15.0&lt;br /&gt;15.0&lt;br /&gt;15.1&lt;br /&gt;15.2&lt;br /&gt;15.3&lt;br /&gt;15.4&lt;br /&gt;15.5&lt;br /&gt;15.6&lt;br /&gt;15.7&lt;br /&gt;15.8&lt;br /&gt;16.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the 8th set I was panting like a dying dog at the end of each sprint, so... mental visualization actually works!! It's a tip I picked up from weights training routine - imagine yourself running and finishing the set with gusto! Somehow I made it to 16.0 AND THE ANKLE PAIN WAS SUPER LITTLE. Like the cramped up dorsiflexion was more hindering than my ankle itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the sports apparel warehouse just at the mouth of Macpherson MRT, apparently there's a grand opening sale going on! The 2XU tights particularly piqued my interest because omg they are so sexy and the price was reduced from $100+ to $49!! But haiz they sold out my size and the tops were being charged at extortionate prices and I didn't need the dick-and-balls pad on the triathlon vest so... I koped the sample packets of electrolytes LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan Catalyst o.O Essence of our ex-president HAHAHA NOOOOOO INDIAN ESSENCE x__x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I got a pair of Fire Road running socks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-8993257927015077364?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/8993257927015077364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=8993257927015077364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8993257927015077364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8993257927015077364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-survived-grinding-avenue.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-3529864353345869952</id><published>2012-01-12T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T23:20:31.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was at a lot of places today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time my mind kept wandering but they all revolved around an observation I made: I think I'm committing more to others than how much I commit to myself. Usually that wouldn't be a problem because it's my personal principle - I'd heck a stupid bio test to go gym with Zachary or something. But seeing that it's my final year at HC (hopefully), I don't know what to give up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the Singapore education system so fucking badly for forcing me to question my own beliefs. Forcing me to even consider being&amp;nbsp;a recreant to my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon outside tahan room, I was inundated by lots of emotions. Verklempt outbursts through the chorus of the song I was playing on repeat. It's the reason for my current downfall - maybe by putting others before myself, I am setting&amp;nbsp;my expectations of others a tad high. To constantly remind myself that it's worth it to invest time and soul in people. And when all that goes unrequited I just break away from reality and stare in space and wonder why and question myself again and again, only to dismiss my thoughts as an overreaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick of it. I even swore to myself, over and over again. In the hopes that I would convince myself it was the way to go. But it's just been 8 hours and I already have seconds thoughts. (In fact they came much much earlier).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems you don't take me seriously at all. No, not you. YOU. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOU.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to talk about this post so don't ask. This is probably one of those times life deals me a bunch of bullshit hands just to judge my mental stability. As you can see, the result is what I'll probably get for Bio test tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay screw this atmosphere I need to think of something happy or else I'll get sucked dry by Dementors (if they existed). Umm. CNY is in 10 days!! Technically it means that it's just 10 days to the next month because the only thing I ever look forward to in the coming month is... allowance LOL. Though my angpao money is like 10% of people like Zhongy or Zhonghao (the thing about grandparents wanting to give all their money away before they die, it's absolute bullshit since both my granddads spent it all on cigarettes&amp;nbsp;to kill themselves and&amp;nbsp;my remaining grandma... isn't very generous.) It's still something to be rather happy about, since I can spend it and they can't~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means I can go on a shopping trip sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ankle you better brace yourself. Heart, no matter how many times you sank, you shall rise tomorrow. Legs, carry me through 12 sets of 400m sprints. Arms, last me through bench press. Abs, show yourself. Spiral hourglass figure (a variation of the female hourglass figure I coined just for myself), do justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I ask&amp;nbsp;that you&amp;nbsp;forgive me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-3529864353345869952?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/3529864353345869952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=3529864353345869952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/3529864353345869952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/3529864353345869952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-was-at-lot-of-places-today.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-8914341520975969143</id><published>2012-01-12T15:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:05:30.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah I'm at tahan room!!! Mobile blogging ftw!!! Okay how to press enter LOL.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Ooooh okay this platform really sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-8914341520975969143?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/8914341520975969143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=8914341520975969143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8914341520975969143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8914341520975969143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/woah-im-at-tahan-room-mobile-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-4868424028966350696</id><published>2012-01-11T19:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T19:07:21.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up a little&amp;nbsp;later today (like 20minutes later), pinning my hopes on bus 156 which failed to hit the less-than-1hour mark :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was like 3 minutes late and hurling coprolalia at the bus driver and stupid parents who clog up the road driving their kids to school etcetc. Upon alighting I chionged to central plaza with my 5kg bag and another 5kg laptop + change of clothes. Then I saw Joo Ern going for his morning run and I thought "omg there goes my clean discipline record on the third day of school"... until he told me IT WAS CANCELLED HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not waking up at 5.45am anymore -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I feel the corollaries of sleep debt already. I woke up superrrr reluctantly and basically trudged all the way through 梳洗完毕 and school and open house. Better sleep before 12 tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open house was really a farce. As in having to set up the Tahan booth. Although my views aren't as radical as yingyue's&amp;nbsp;that there's really no point, I still think Zachary's right - despite inefficient, still a form of publicity for opportunities to sell ice to eskimos aka join this crazy CCA lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ending 1.5 hours ahead of the stipulated time, Joshua and Zachary has been awarded 5 Solomon favour points!!!&amp;nbsp;Okay the system goes like this: Everytime you do something to make me happy for slacking off you get Solomon favour points. Like scraping statics, taking bus on recce, etc. Accumulate 10 and you get&amp;nbsp;many many&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;secret services ahem&lt;/s&gt; hugs from Solo that day! Since the only decision makers are Zachary and Joshua, this system is only applicable to both of them. And since Joshua is attached to yanrui I shall impose this honorary system on Zachary exclusively!! &lt;s&gt;Okay this is just a damn lame ploy to hug Zachary LOL&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I should award 10 straight Solo favour points if they make me do statics so everything is inevitable and just a matter of time HAHAHA&amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading math notes on the elliptical trainer is like eating on the jungle bus!! *ring ring memory trigger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me feel so high high high~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who these song lyrics are dedicated to. For more than one reason ;)&lt;br /&gt;#genius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-4868424028966350696?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/4868424028966350696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=4868424028966350696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4868424028966350696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4868424028966350696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-woke-up-little-today-like-20minutes.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-8100495821205132988</id><published>2012-01-10T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:11:46.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Longest day of the week has passed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered. If you only get 30mins of sleep for one night, then 1 hour the next, 1.5 hours the following, and so on... can we survive? Nope I'm not going to be that mad scientist who made himself a living test subject in Supersize Me, but it really is frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha I should have lived during the Japanese Occupation and been the commander-in-charge of Unit 731 and made the China people my doomed test subjects HAHAHA. #The sadistic side of Solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I got my thumbdrive back from yingyue!! &lt;s&gt;Now I can use it for my own videos hehehe.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm the cardio session was pretty productive. The safety mechanism is the bane of all treadmill users, man! I was gonna wipe my sweat off and accidentally brushed it off which triggered the emergency stop mechanism -.- I did intervals, there was some element of pain but there wasn't enough negative feedback for me to stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinaman beside me also accidentally knocked off his safety thing &amp;gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduced yingyue to a sacred place haunted by demonic cries and twisted machismo and wails of unbearable pain - the rite of passage from a boy to a full-fledged man aka GYM LOL. I actually don't know where a girl (or a child) fits into the picture but anywayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she was doing the machines her feet couldn't touch the floor HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the basketballers and Charis Woo struck up a friendly conversation with me for the first time, after being a slave to keeping weights for weeks zz. So with the exception of what happened once I set foot into the house, today was quite an enjoyable&amp;nbsp;day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPEN HOUSE. AND MY FREAKING BIO REVISION PACKAGE AHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;与君歌一曲， 请君为我倾耳听。 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;钟鼓馔玉不足贵，但愿长醉不愿醒。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-8100495821205132988?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/8100495821205132988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=8100495821205132988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8100495821205132988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8100495821205132988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/longest-day-of-week-has-passed-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-1167017818776180455</id><published>2012-01-09T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:57:26.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"What is the national language of India?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Indian?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I just found out it's Tamil/Hindi!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You don't even know what you did"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short and succinct phrase that has been used on me a number of times, well I shall be hypocritical and say that it's encompassing my thoughts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, I never used to be this sensitive and 小气. Not until _____________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those times I wish I had zhiwei's imba Chinese skills. Lets try this...&lt;br /&gt;剩下的只是孤掌难鸣，身边无人，甚至。。。不知所措. Nahhh will never be able to enact the enigmatic atmosphere, I might even have given myself away with the substandard language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-1167017818776180455?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/1167017818776180455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=1167017818776180455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/1167017818776180455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/1167017818776180455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-is-national-language-of-india-me.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-8475389816171363473</id><published>2012-01-08T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:12:08.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>D&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smash things flip tables wreak havoc break bowls ahhhhhhhh. #Thingshappeninginmyhead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, nope anger cannot be directed into energy in the gym. You need focus, mental capacity, all of which you cease to possess when angered. By ignoring (or rather being&amp;nbsp;unaware of)&amp;nbsp;this fact... I found myself flagrantly discarding my sanity and consciousness, rep by rep. Ahhh the summer foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dismissed the barber's slipshod hair job as a result of "not knowing better than to choose the cheapest one (Indian some more)&amp;nbsp;on the street". Got charged extra money anyway because of the CNY season. So I swallowed my pride for 30mins, came back home and spent 20 minutes salvaging what could be salvaged. I must say the radical change was quite... pleasant LOL. From a freaking mushroom haircut, the one Zachary previously had, just less refined,&amp;nbsp;(I told the uncle give me a short and tough haircut, yingyue suggested he heard it as short and puffed) to YOU'LL SEE TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted thoughts time has lost&lt;br /&gt;Wasted thoughts on time lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-8475389816171363473?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/8475389816171363473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=8475389816171363473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8475389816171363473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8475389816171363473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/d-smash-things-flip-tables-wreak-havoc.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-1940763827323764252</id><published>2012-01-07T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T00:27:57.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woahhh Swensons treat by my pastor :O Totally unexpected, I was preparing to fork out a large fraction of my remaining pay but ended up just paying for the earthquake dessert :) Between the 6 of us there were quite a lot of untold stories which only surfaced today, including mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new timetable actually looks o-kay! THANK GOD NO MORE 4PM RELEASE ON TWO DAYS. 2pm, 3.30pm, 2.30pm, 1.30pm, 3pm is like, 1.5 hours less a week~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm homework progress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Issues and Ideas: DONE HOHOHO&lt;br /&gt;2. Chem Planning Questions: Done&lt;br /&gt;3. Chem revision package (which is compulsory for me): ALMOST DONE JIAYOU SOLO&lt;br /&gt;4. Math revision package: Haven't done anything after differentiation&lt;br /&gt;5. Maclaurin Series tutorial: Blank&lt;br /&gt;6. Econs: Given up&lt;br /&gt;7. Bio revision package: White as sheet (literally). Or did it vanish into thin air 'cause I can't find it T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay not bad lah. I spread everything out over the holidays and there wasn't a single day I cooped myself up in the room for more than 2 hours doing my work. In other words, there wasn't a day of the holidays I felt sad because of homework xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should try to combat my computer addiction. Through the holidays, this laptop has been switched on at least 4-5 hours a day!! Really really unhealthy, and not just for the lappy. I should stop doing homework on my laptop table -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-1940763827323764252?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/1940763827323764252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=1940763827323764252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/1940763827323764252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/1940763827323764252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/woahhh-swensons-treat-by-my-pastor-o.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-8280721099705779763</id><published>2012-01-07T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T12:30:51.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The future belongs to those who believe in their dreams." - Motivational quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I just dreamt of reading Braille&amp;nbsp;and being late for school assembly HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both dreams were quite disturbing. The kind you would want to abscond from but still get trapped in the never-ending dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was reading Braille on an iPad touchscreen, letter after letter. And it never ended :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was running a race, and then had to go to the toilet which had no cubicles. So I peed on a bicycle LOL. The owner came to berate me and forced a can of beer down my throat. I got intoxicated and light-headed and walked unsteadily. But I was still half-conscious and then I thought to myself "eh no way Solo how can you be more alcohol-intolerant than Chi Ying Yue". So when I passed by a teacher I pretended everything was okay and I smiled warmly at her. I proceeded upstairs for assembly (I don't know what happened to the race lol) and I was the last one. I got caught and was ordered to sit inside a cupboard while someone else was giving a speech. I had to think of an excuse fast, but I thought I couldn't pull it off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-8280721099705779763?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/8280721099705779763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=8280721099705779763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8280721099705779763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8280721099705779763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/future-belongs-to-those-who-believe-in.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-5595677339305667956</id><published>2012-01-07T02:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T02:45:53.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crazy. 800th post. I think these lyrics do some justice, especially the second half&amp;nbsp;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/bUyQoHVgHu8/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bUyQoHVgHu8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bUyQoHVgHu8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've been down to Georgia&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the streets in the West&lt;br /&gt;I've driven down the 90, hell I've seen America's best&lt;br /&gt;I've been through the Rockies, well I've seen Saskatoon&lt;br /&gt;I've driven down the highway 1&lt;em&gt; just hopin' that I'd see you soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home&lt;br /&gt;I've never been to Alaska, but I can tell you this,&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Lincoln, Nebraska and &lt;strong&gt;hell you know it ain't worth shit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through Nova Scotia, Sydney to Halifax&lt;br /&gt;I'll never take any pictures cause &lt;em&gt;I know I'll just be right back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a palace in London, I've seen a castle in Wales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I'd rather wake up beside you and breathe that old familiar smell&lt;br /&gt;I never thought you could leave me, I figured I was the one&lt;br /&gt;but I understand your sadness so I guess I should just hold my tongue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that we're takin' chances, you told me life was a risk&lt;br /&gt;but I just have one last question...&lt;/em&gt;will it be my heart or will it be his?&lt;br /&gt;I'm comin' home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Comin' Home by City and Colour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-5595677339305667956?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/5595677339305667956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=5595677339305667956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/5595677339305667956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/5595677339305667956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-782579596189514159</id><published>2012-01-06T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T17:35:31.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some snapshots of our tryst at the playground after doing 3 nians, since I privatised the fb album to some people lol. Credits to Zachary (second last one by yours truly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D7aC0OG6tak/Twa-vly6EvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/27ldU0j1l2o/s1600/2012-01-06+10.47.36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D7aC0OG6tak/Twa-vly6EvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/27ldU0j1l2o/s320/2012-01-06+10.47.36.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look ma, &lt;s&gt;no hands&lt;/s&gt;one hand&amp;nbsp;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gInazuckntI/Twa-_QG08xI/AAAAAAAAAQM/X-Qr-EeREVE/s1600/2012-01-06+10.48.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gInazuckntI/Twa-_QG08xI/AAAAAAAAAQM/X-Qr-EeREVE/s320/2012-01-06+10.48.10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mmm not bad HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fworjaHpGgk/Twa_Lddao4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/mimq6qBxUBs/s1600/Nothing+is+too+high+for+a+Tahanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fworjaHpGgk/Twa_Lddao4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/mimq6qBxUBs/s320/Nothing+is+too+high+for+a+Tahanner.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture is just beautiful~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m8rTVpyZp84/Twa_ZxKyUgI/AAAAAAAAAQc/RrUz44kVucM/s1600/Embrace+the+Tahanners+Pride.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m8rTVpyZp84/Twa_ZxKyUgI/AAAAAAAAAQc/RrUz44kVucM/s320/Embrace+the+Tahanners+Pride.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The more unglam and shameless and retarded equivalent of Zachary cool picture. HEY IT WAS NERVEWRECKING.&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-782579596189514159?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/782579596189514159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=782579596189514159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/782579596189514159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/782579596189514159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-snapshots-of-our-tryst-at.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D7aC0OG6tak/Twa-vly6EvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/27ldU0j1l2o/s72-c/2012-01-06+10.47.36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-841924885110099788</id><published>2012-01-06T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T13:55:08.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was one of those days... everything doesn't go according to plan. Which makes it loads more fun because we get to do things we don't usually do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gym wasn't open because there was a staff meeting. Although I think it's ludicrous that staff meetings last for the whole day?? Okay shall try to be more understanding - Dr Hon presenting the "future school" blueprint to teachers and taking many hours to explain his experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary took a haversack (probably like 35kg or something) while I did sprints. We planned to do alot alot but then both of us eventually surrendered at 3 nians because THERE WAS NO MORE WATER. And tired and sleep-deprived x__x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is the cool part. Zachary took lots of pictures (and I took one SUPER COOL picture of him) at the playground. Shall post them up on facebook soon, and I have a theme in mind hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm too used to the culture of crashing someone's house in d.10, so I was slightly less understanding when yingyue said she was spring cleaning but oh well. Lesson learnt, not to take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairprice, enormous plate of chee cheong fun which Zachary didn't buy, mango juice, extra syrup for bubble tea LOL. And angry auntie :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I swear I never meant to let it die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I just don't want to hear it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-841924885110099788?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/841924885110099788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=841924885110099788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/841924885110099788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/841924885110099788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/today-was-one-of-those-days.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-4860035544808088427</id><published>2012-01-06T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T08:13:28.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Screw&amp;nbsp;the draft I wrote in a text to ______. No compromises when I don't see one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this rate we'll just be running around in circles, and trackers and cross country runners know what that implies, all too well -&amp;nbsp;zero displacement. Something's gotta give but I can't foresee how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'm thinking what you're thinking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Bananas in Pajamas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we get these thoughts but the conservativeness in us never really helps in ascertaining them. Maybe we just have to make the first statement? Lol as long as I don't seem like a banana -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay it's only 8am, there's still an entire day to lift my mood :) &lt;s&gt;yeah I'm sure doing chem homework will lift my spirits to heaven&lt;/s&gt;. Will post later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-4860035544808088427?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/4860035544808088427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=4860035544808088427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4860035544808088427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4860035544808088427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/screw-draft-i-wrote-in-text-to.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-1841747922971395141</id><published>2012-01-05T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:09:35.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today will go down in history books!! One of the most enjoyable days in my life, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55 minutes of cardio, 45mins massive tricep burnout, and I did ONE CHEM QUESTION WOOHOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bathed and changed into my typical house clothing (sleeveless and shorts) and blatantly roamed the roads of High School and JC &amp;gt;D I guess my body outline was too intimidating for puny little teachers to come and kp huh~ But if I had really been questioned then I'd be in hot potato soup (which yingyue didn't eat the potato from) because I'd probably give some lame excuse like, I&amp;nbsp;just had training and&amp;nbsp;I'm going out of school in 5mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Botanic Gardens MRT to find yingyue, where Zachary started begging for alms and got a token buttered potato! (This is an indicator than I sometimes warp the facts in my blog, which is&amp;nbsp;a hint to take everything here&amp;nbsp;with a pinch of salt and two pinches of pepper and a handful of chilli.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMK Hub, pranked Joshua, and the CIP was prettyyyyy slack compared to what I had in mind - muscle-tearing mind-destructing body-ravaging heavy work. We didn't even have to send anything LOL, just lag around&amp;nbsp;idyllically in the room. I think CIP should stand for Come In Play :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZACHARY STOLE MY VIRGINITY ON THE PULL UP BAR D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Haha but seriously, this was the part which made my day. Where we played like little kids around the spider web playground, lay down on ropes beneath Joshua, saw his underwear, etccc. Yanrui was scaring yingyue around and Joshua was trying to take off her shoes but got the dog poo got&amp;nbsp;flung into his eyes LOL. And just... talked a lot of rubbish~ Don't know if I'm right but I think I got the same feeling as Zachary when we were about to leave the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did our second walk around AMK Hub B2, then it was time to go. Zhongyyy I hope you're feeling okay, sleep more and you'll get better &lt;s&gt;unless you got an STD or something&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain, envy,&amp;nbsp;elation, joy, disappointment, pleasure, self-reproach, anger, confusion, contentment, satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alive :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-1841747922971395141?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/1841747922971395141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=1841747922971395141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/1841747922971395141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/1841747922971395141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/today-will-go-down-in-history-books-one.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-1867771758140785</id><published>2012-01-05T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T02:06:03.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Serotonin is a biological term I've heard more than once in the past few days. Apparently I'm getting low on it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sad movies don't do any good lol. Kate Winslet is getting olddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put all hope into a promise never made?? For all I know I might just be taking myself on a rollercoaster ride for no reason at all. A joke trip. Well the thing is that I usually don't know anything. so... everything will be fine when I wake up. On the other hand, we think better when we are sober than in happy atmospheres? I guess it's relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson: You can violate any rule you want to, except the ones you believe in. Or turn into a hypocritical renegade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-1867771758140785?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/1867771758140785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=1867771758140785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/1867771758140785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/1867771758140785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/serotonin-is-biological-term-ive-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-6288909366762497856</id><published>2012-01-04T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T21:05:37.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More about the swim!! I was in the metre deep pool (insert sarcastic comment about...) because the deep pool was overshadowed (literally) by a freaking canopy. And then I forgot my goggles so I kept daring myself to go for journeys on breast stroke, starting with 5 breaths and I hit a record of 20 breaths before I chickened out and opened my eyes @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&amp;nbsp;a while I just got bored so I tried opening my eyes in the water LOL. It's not painful but it's damn uncomfortable &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Not to mention you can't really force them any less slittier after 0.5mm, which you can't really see anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE STUPID SUN. My primary objective was to get a tan but the sun was watching porn behind the clouds, so it only came out thrice for around 3-5 minutes, during which I welcomed it like some idiot by sprawling all over the ground in front of the indian cleaners -.- I think hwa chong pool still owns - just look at the polo boys who undergo a process called 面目全非.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried downloading Bitdefender 2011 because the free Norton trial which accompanied this lappy just expired. Apparently bitdefender is the virtual equivalent of xinren or something because it EATS AND HOGS ALL THE MEMORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, I took 2 minutes to load the blogger page and Facebook will NEVER load, which totally baffled me. So I'm trying the&amp;nbsp;Solopwn equivalent (ESET NOD32) supposedly much more lightweight but still powerful &amp;gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anti-piracy activists, hate all you want, I'm still saving my $80++&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-6288909366762497856?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/6288909366762497856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=6288909366762497856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/6288909366762497856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/6288909366762497856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-about-swim-i-was-in-metre-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-5329743056327200332</id><published>2012-01-04T17:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T19:40:55.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My bio teacher once taught us something in an out-of-classroom lesson: human beings need to see progression. I thought about it and realized that it was anything but deniable. In the context of growing older, &lt;s&gt;yingyue is an exception&lt;/s&gt; our maturity and understanding grows progressively, hence thinking about more philophical things, values, morals, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the context of education, content gets increasingly profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the context of a relationship, both parties may shiver and sizzle the first time holding hands, and then start hugging, kissing, maybe petting, marry and then intercourse. I think zhonghui and zachary started from the back, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought this up because I watched American Psycho last night, which raised some questions in my head - what happens when we break every single rule that society has set in stone? Since we need to see progression... there's nothing more to do after heinous crimes like murder, when you are completely dehumanized. So what happens after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just related this topic to sex at first instinct LOL. And I just found out the answer: abstinence. Stay away from self-indulgence for a while, and the next time it happens it will knock you out~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gym is a pretty good place to build solid friendships, and the most ironic thing is that there is no need to socialize at all. Offering to spot someone's bench press, giving a thumbs up to someone who burned through 130lbs on the pulldown machine *hint hint*, helping to keep weights and getting into Charis Woo's good books, doing unorthodox exercises which make people approach you to find out more, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physio, ran for 3 sets of 5 minutes (at 8km/h which is the current limit the woman set for me zzz), 32min cardio, 1.5hours weights, 1 hour swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've finished everything I've wanted to accomplish :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except homework AHHHHH HOWWWWWW DIEEEEEE movie time then do homework :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-5329743056327200332?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/5329743056327200332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=5329743056327200332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/5329743056327200332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/5329743056327200332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-bio-teacher-once-taught-us-something.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-8224964936057295521</id><published>2012-01-03T08:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T08:34:01.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The dreams I've had in the past two days are so innately conflicting and contradictory that it scares me how ideals can destroy me, leaving a recreant of faith in its wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm putting an insane level of trust in everyone here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Team hug from Tahanners&lt;br /&gt;2. Teaching&amp;nbsp;an 8-year-old&amp;nbsp;girl&amp;nbsp;how to drink from a bottle without her lips touching the tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there's much much much more which went on in each dream, but I'm going to leave you guys as it is LOL. Ignorance is not bliss when I've piqued your curiosity MUAHAHA &amp;gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-8224964936057295521?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/8224964936057295521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=8224964936057295521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8224964936057295521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8224964936057295521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/dreams-ive-had-in-past-two-days-are-so.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-7408079933270767944</id><published>2012-01-03T01:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T02:02:54.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My bro and sis start school tomorrow while I'm stoning in front of the com, trapped in my ever-so-fragile bubble. It's still&amp;nbsp;a bubble ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see ANY WAY of getting ready for bio lecture test. Like, you know the promos-ready standard (which was still a disaster). So I'm just going to take things easy unlike some other classmates who are freaking themselves out. C'mon, it's the last week of holidays already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S AN INVITATION TO PLAY YOUR HEARTS OUT TILL THEY DROP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this carnal desire. To roam around unvisited places around Singapore. To be free, even if it were only ephemeral. This starts... technically today since it's past midnight ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary prompted me to do a 2011 reflection before a 2012 objective setting, so here goes. Won't be long because I have big plans tomorrow and I need the energy to fulfill them, but I promise you it will be succinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 would be fondly remembered as the year... I lost my "high school" virginity. The immature feelings towards the opposite sex, awkwardness, misunderstanding... all of it gradually got disembodied through the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience-wise, it's the best one to date. Being in a crazy CCA, getting to know crazy people, recceing crazy places. One would fall asleep faster than counting the number of gym days, all of which were memorable and productive to some extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academic-wise, it was a cruel and unforeseen blow to my ego. In high school, mixing with the "common folk" in ProEd meant that studying for a few hours would net me my A. But now, no. I found out that tons more work is required to even get a B. They freaking upped the standard by leaps and bounds. Weirdly, ex-SMTP and HP dudes seem to deal with it no problem, appearing to have minimal study time yet do much better. I don't care anymore. I'll just concentrate on beating myself everytime, no more self-degrading comparisons with bright sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions-wise... it was a freaking roller coaster. At some point during the April-May period (coincidentally the toughest times in Tahan), I kinda lost my sense of identity. I didn't know who I was, yet plagued by ideals of who I wanted to be. Apparently, the best remedy to loss of identity is to listen to Suicide Silence and chant "Fuck Everything" and not think about anything at all. Lol it's major exaggeration but you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of... a despo at the start of the year. Eager to get close to every girl I'd come to know. I could attribute this sort of immaturity to the fact that I'm 11 months younger than people like Maung Thet, and apparently 11 months taught me a lot. Went in and out of pseudo-relationships which never progressed beyond going to a function together. Like, at the start of the year I brought a female classmate to my church event. Another time I was exchanging&amp;nbsp;calls with someone I didn't want to progress with, and I swear all these people are awesome in their own right. Looking back at all these things, I can't help but shudder and squirm at all the stupid things I've done, but more importantly appreciate the wisdom I've gained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 is a wake-up call to take things more seriously. No more regretting stupid things and then cower like a craven in a corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then of course, I got to meet a lot of awesome people. Champions in their own right, if I might say. Wasn't very close to Zachary before we joined Tahan but I can proudly say he and Zhongy are my best friends. A lot of respect (don't know whether it's mutual but it certainly was from me towards both of them) blossomed and everything has just been unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the new people in my life. Tahanners -&amp;nbsp;Joshua Yanrui and Yingyue. Joshua and Yanrui bore a "ferocious duo &lt;s&gt;in the toilet&lt;/s&gt;" image in my mind, but ironically&amp;nbsp;they're the nicest (objective) people I've ever met. I got very close to yingyue through all the waterman post trainings, and came to understand her as a mental monster - in all ways, unbelievably &lt;s&gt;tall---- nope I was going to say&lt;/s&gt; tolerant and...&amp;nbsp;"rich in thoughts". &lt;em&gt;Somehow&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;it resulted in her being my best&amp;nbsp;female friend. I don't know if friend is the correct term to use because of the reservations I get using the word "platonic" in context, so sister would be a more apt word. &lt;s&gt;My relationship with Zachary and Zhongy is definitely not platonic&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I hope I got the meaning right otherwise it would be damn lame LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then all the pros. Donovan Chan, Zong Yang, Timothee Yap, Timothy Yap, Ryo&amp;nbsp;Yap,&amp;nbsp;DSA twins, Lai Sheng, Hong You, Malcolm, Joo Ern, Ethanyn, Debbie Ho, Li Ying, Hoon Suan - Amazing Sports(wo)men and Imba people whom I got to know somehow or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm not discounting many many many others. Classmates and OG mates who all played a part in shaping 2011. &lt;s&gt;Yes even edward tan ta you&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the reflections wasn't very short at all LOL. Congrats if you've made it this far!! Last thing I wanna say before I turn in - 2011 was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-7408079933270767944?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/7408079933270767944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=7408079933270767944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/7408079933270767944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/7408079933270767944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-bro-and-sis-start-school-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-9160471198417567507</id><published>2012-01-02T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T16:33:04.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Errr uh oh dieeeee I didn't do ANY work while the wilsonners (woah cool term) were enduring through the blistering winds and scorching suns and the tormenting torrents and the suffocating humidity and the blinding light and the pitch-black darkness and Zhongy's pleasurable discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research shows that when people return from their holiday vacations, work performance increases. Is this something to indulge in self-pity for? Actually all these are just placebo effects, but placebo works, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET ME JACKED &amp;gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jack and jill went up the hill~&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;think figurative&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh why did my mum walk into the spectacle shop. Now she keeps claiming money from me whatever she buys for me. My holiday pay is down to double digits T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm also getting my allowance soon so nvm hahahaha. And CNY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually quite content with my purchases&amp;nbsp;using my holiday job pay. A few clothes, a rugged watch, toiletries my mum would never get for me. Extremely handy and practical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-9160471198417567507?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/9160471198417567507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=9160471198417567507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/9160471198417567507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/9160471198417567507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/errr-uh-oh-dieeeee-i-didnt-do-any-work.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-6228304621464400936</id><published>2012-01-02T02:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T02:14:29.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome back 36th ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an enjoyable time extracting free hugs out of everyone LOL. Woah Tatonka haversacks o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm. I had a gut feeling that many eyes shot at me in disapproval and dismay when I went to hug the guys, but who cares~ I LOVE YOU GUYS. I'm sure you guys had an awesome time at HK, tell me more once you've recharged and recuperated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under those pressing circumstances... Woah I actually remembered. (Y) Sorry I'm not thinking straight anymore LOL it's freaking 2.03AM!!! &lt;s&gt;As if I ever did&lt;/s&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yingyue told me I lost weight... I think it's just the flattering dimensions of long sleeved shirts and lean jeans~ On the other hand I'M SURE ALL YOU GUYS LOST WEIGHT. Lesson from post-tahan: don't binge on junk food after trekking LOL. I'm the healthier choice ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, thanks dad who helped to make everything tonight possible for me :) Zooming home with mafia helmets and colossal exhaust pipes, with the merciless wind assailing the senses. Whip out my handphone and see something to soothe my nerves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a crowded place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't know what to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To anyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-6228304621464400936?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/6228304621464400936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=6228304621464400936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/6228304621464400936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/6228304621464400936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/welcome-back-36th-i-had-enjoyable-time.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-6111617914711819886</id><published>2012-01-01T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T17:13:38.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I returned to Hougang Mall to rescue the grey and luminous red GShock watch from other menacing eyes, and I even started haggling with the store uncle to strike $8 off the $138 pricetag... UNTIL I REALIZED THE RED WAS ACTUALLY PINK ARGHHHHH LOLWTF. Somehow seeing through the display window inflicted some optical illusion on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to NEX where I came from, because I remember seeing a sale at the void deck watch retail shop. Okay this is the part people will think I'm some horrible spoilt brat because I spent a lot of money, but let me justify myself. A simple question: how often do you use a watch? Definitely much much more than a single jeans or cotton shirt. And this thing has 10 years warranty + free battery replacement for 10 years, and water resistance of 10atm, and if I'm going to put it on for hours everyday, it would be fair to invest in something I really like and which works, and for a prolonged period of time, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'll cut to the chase lol. Gunmetal watch by Ariess with rose gold workmanship and sapphire glass screen. $179 so that's the end of festive shopping for me omg &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ty5V0mSf_1c/TwAWm04UxyI/AAAAAAAAAP8/St4xFA7LCgM/s1600/2012-01-01+16.13.36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ty5V0mSf_1c/TwAWm04UxyI/AAAAAAAAAP8/St4xFA7LCgM/s320/2012-01-01+16.13.36.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for entertainment's sake, I decided to skulk around the high-end watches area just to have a feel of what those kinds of watches look like. I still think the one I chose wins all :) Except maybe the $800+ Kenneth Cole watch which has TWICE the diameter, and it looks like a freaking transparent clock tower with all the bronze gears in live action. Omg but first I have to become a mafia boss so that the image would fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team is arriving back in just a few hours!!! And I don't have a plan yet LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-6111617914711819886?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/6111617914711819886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=6111617914711819886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/6111617914711819886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/6111617914711819886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-returned-to-hougang-mall-to-rescue.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ty5V0mSf_1c/TwAWm04UxyI/AAAAAAAAAP8/St4xFA7LCgM/s72-c/2012-01-01+16.13.36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-5789433821767425797</id><published>2012-01-01T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T01:12:25.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy New Year :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still pondering over whether to pick my team up at airport tomorrow. In fact, there's nothing barring my way, except for the fact that public transport ceases after midnight -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come back, just know that... I've been missing you guys. Like crazy. There has been this void in my heart and my mind for these 6-7 days, and not a single day passes without me deep in thought about how the trip is going, what you guys are going through, etccc. The crazy captard, the tall mugger who brought bio to study (right?), the gay partners and the short bouncy watergirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angsty post might not be timely for a New Year commemorative season but here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis stood me up. I endured through the humiliation of getting everyone to hurry with their purchases so we could get a group photo, imposed on them the fact that I was leaving for home, and walked away giving superficial thanks and well wishes to everyone. Ran even though I knew my ankle could give way anytime, when there was no bus home. Just to be with my family for countdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then what?? 10 seconds after I entered the house with a proud and accomplished look, sweat trickling down my face and soaking my chest area, the truth was revealed to me: I made all the sacrifices FOR FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming home at 12.30am? Enough to piss me off. It's 1.06am and you're not even home yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think your friends are more important than mine? I've been with my buddies for FIVE YEARS. FIVE. 五. LIMA. You've been with those hooligans for what, 2 months? I acted like a detached asshole in front of my five-year friends just so I could count down with one complete family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrogant self-centred bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-5789433821767425797?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/5789433821767425797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=5789433821767425797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/5789433821767425797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/5789433821767425797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-ddd-i-still-pondering.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-7826784717631797891</id><published>2011-12-30T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T23:42:23.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ANOTHER IMAGE COLLAGE. This time it's all authentic, taken in real life. Credits to zhiwei for first three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C2hayE51c4U/Tv3Wu1qP_qI/AAAAAAAAAPM/hRonXqH5ERs/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C2hayE51c4U/Tv3Wu1qP_qI/AAAAAAAAAPM/hRonXqH5ERs/s320/1.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U4iQOPm6Hvs/Tv3Wxeh5cxI/AAAAAAAAAPU/kJ-Za2dnZHg/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U4iQOPm6Hvs/Tv3Wxeh5cxI/AAAAAAAAAPU/kJ-Za2dnZHg/s320/2.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5j3xavXX1jM/Tv3W0jkevzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/6jf19cWzav4/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5j3xavXX1jM/Tv3W0jkevzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/6jf19cWzav4/s320/3.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If I ever fail at studies... you'll know who's the ninja burglar in the headlines xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following up is a series of pictures of my Christmas/NewYear/CNY shopping combined into one day, so don't judge. Plus I used&amp;nbsp;the money I earned myself!!&amp;nbsp;As extravagant as it looks, the grand total amounted to less than $90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hHZsa-bjNN4/Tv3YfGv84NI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZnBXHHAflgk/s1600/2011-12-30+22.09.55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hHZsa-bjNN4/Tv3YfGv84NI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZnBXHHAflgk/s320/2011-12-30+22.09.55.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry for the poor picture quality!! My first checkered t-shirt, it was love at first sight hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdUvVNJWAmY/Tv3YpebFYSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/_C3Ow9875j8/s1600/2011-12-30+22.10.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdUvVNJWAmY/Tv3YpebFYSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/_C3Ow9875j8/s320/2011-12-30+22.10.10.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching far and wide for Alphagear underwear for AEONS, finally found them at OG, plus they were on a pretty generous 30% sale. And of course, none suits me more than the DAREDEVIL SERIES &amp;gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the caption I'm pointing to.... any takers?? ;) Kind benevolent magnanimous flexible Solo would extend this invitation to males~ Zachary Zhongy quickkkk come back and read this post!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-7826784717631797891?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/7826784717631797891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=7826784717631797891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/7826784717631797891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/7826784717631797891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-image-collage.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C2hayE51c4U/Tv3Wu1qP_qI/AAAAAAAAAPM/hRonXqH5ERs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-3174236124871370630</id><published>2011-12-30T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T16:39:00.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whooo non-stop action from 9.30am to 12noon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't see netball girls or any friends so I plugged into channel Solosongs through my earphones and &lt;s&gt;drowned in depressing isolation&lt;/s&gt; blasted through my workout. The Sec 4 girls and guys there brought back some nostalgia of the times when... HC guys were still extremely horny and girl-stupid LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm I wonder if NY manages to break the "curse". I think most probably bah, I'm quite certain the "curse" was only inflicted on the '94 batch. NO OFFENSE TO ANYONE. So my solicitous eyes are awaiting the arrival of the next batch. Don't worry I won't take things beyond EC status~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I tapped on INNER RESERVES POWER to bring myself to finish another 60minutes of cardio. That's 610 calories hohoho. To atone in advance for the pizza treat from my mum for dinner =D Actually I can see some results already, my skin is slightlyyyyyyy tighter, and according to the graph I should have shaken off 0.3 to 0.4% of body fat this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica sms-ed me her results for the Returning Singaporeans Test and as I expected, she clinched gold with flying colours!! I still can't vision her wearing a school uniform, to be honest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, be your own arbiter! Consider your choices carefully~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me. Why do people want to come to Hwa Chong JC???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's minuscule, like 5 times more compressed than High School (and I bet it's smaller than every other JC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When you have less space to move around, stress levels increase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Need to share gym equipment/track/field with rowdy high school boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Block B classrooms lack air-conditioning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me an unappreciative letdown but what's so good about HC? The teachers?? I can testify against that. The notes? Biology notes have tons of trash that aren't even in the syllabus. The conducive learning environment? Not when you just finished 2.4km and you're stuck in a Block B classroom for 1.5 hours. PW? It's marked internally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugging spirit? Bingo, people come here to deprive/enrich themselves as much as they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-3174236124871370630?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/3174236124871370630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=3174236124871370630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/3174236124871370630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/3174236124871370630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2011/12/whooo-non-stop-action-from-9.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-7375407667179061288</id><published>2011-12-29T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T21:55:51.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh you notice that life goal #2 has been fulfilled. Technically I didn't do it to someone's house (otherwise you won't see me around for the next couple of years unless you visit me at the delinquents' home).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it at class chalet :) Shall put it up when zhiwei uploads~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how I didn't even realize I'd set such a milestone. I'm glad I didn't listen to the whimpers and&amp;nbsp;nags of those who tried to dissuade me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-7375407667179061288?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/7375407667179061288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=7375407667179061288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/7375407667179061288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/7375407667179061288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-you-notice-that-life-goal-2-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-3543099575441711469</id><published>2011-12-29T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T21:49:49.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>True fact #1 about Solo: &lt;s&gt;He is pro and awesome&lt;/s&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everytime I read blogposts my friends construct, the first instinct would be to relate to it. Too many times have I misled myself because of my perpetual tendency to think that people are referring to me. Like, after reading a bunch of words depicting obvious discomfiture, I'll automatically perform some rewind mechanism in my mind, trying to recall things I've done which may have caused it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time it just turns&amp;nbsp;out to be a case of&amp;nbsp;schizophrenia. I don't know what to do about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mzTyir4io_Y/Tvxte8q-rII/AAAAAAAAAOw/iMKuYsIQwCA/s1600/2011-12-29+20.53.03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mzTyir4io_Y/Tvxte8q-rII/AAAAAAAAAOw/iMKuYsIQwCA/s320/2011-12-29+20.53.03.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the flipped photo caused by Blogger's irreversible intelligence. First thing upon getting my pay: ESSENTIAL SUPPLIES I'VE BEEN DEPRIVED OF BY DEAR MUM WHO REFUSES TO SPEND ANY MONEY ON THEM. Includes Cotton On tank tops "essential" for... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mdpTWMhpSl0/TvxtvSsC6QI/AAAAAAAAAPA/X8WPUPdFj_s/s1600/2011-12-29+20.57.33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mdpTWMhpSl0/TvxtvSsC6QI/AAAAAAAAAPA/X8WPUPdFj_s/s320/2011-12-29+20.57.33.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Charming girls and acting like a boss.&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;omg why does it border on gay-ish&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;CAN YOU SEE THE BLOSSOMING V-FIGURE???﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-3543099575441711469?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/3543099575441711469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=3543099575441711469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/3543099575441711469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/3543099575441711469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2011/12/true-fact-1-about-solo-he-is-pro-and.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mzTyir4io_Y/Tvxte8q-rII/AAAAAAAAAOw/iMKuYsIQwCA/s72-c/2011-12-29+20.53.03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-8681580284618449711</id><published>2011-12-28T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T23:29:32.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forking out 30% of the pay you get from an entire month's worth of toiling... IT'S TRAGIC =/ Yeahhhh I supposedly have to give my parents $150 (you do the math to calculate my pay) which is going to snap a few of my heartstrings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhh. That's thrice the amount they gave me to buy clothes for New Year. No, not the one on Jan 1. CHINESE NEW YEAR omg how stingy can they get &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to get that grey watch with luminous red light anymore. That's one third of&amp;nbsp;the amount left after contributing to my parents. Then again, exercising my extravagance on clothes might not be the wisest idea, mainly because tastes change like the direction of the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, a selfish&amp;nbsp;question comes to mind: Haven't my parents saved enough money to last them through retirement? If the answer to that is super corny like "no they put it aside for you university education" or an embarrassing "no it's not enough", I just&amp;nbsp;have to bemoan my fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh cmon solo you're more fortunate than 90% of the people in the world?! On the other hand I can relate this to the analogy of the 90% full and 10% empty cup. Well anyway, the closer to the brim, the&amp;nbsp;higher the chances of&amp;nbsp;your control going out of hand, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-8681580284618449711?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/8681580284618449711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=8681580284618449711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8681580284618449711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8681580284618449711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2011/12/forking-out-30-of-pay-you-get-from.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-6551687818216222959</id><published>2011-12-28T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T00:10:39.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An image collage: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IPz_oyq16dk/TvnridM41DI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HIac5RYV3Qg/s1600/awwww.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IPz_oyq16dk/TvnridM41DI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HIac5RYV3Qg/s320/awwww.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aGWfqGsKDPA/TvnshMkiKrI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5637cxomrLs/s1600/awwwwwww.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aGWfqGsKDPA/TvnshMkiKrI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5637cxomrLs/s320/awwwwwww.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly it's usually not that feeling shown in the image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_vE3lcp7VJg/TvnsntsVJXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/-09fDA1M8UY/s1600/aw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_vE3lcp7VJg/TvnsntsVJXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/-09fDA1M8UY/s320/aw.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm sure I've dreamt of everyone who reads this blog at least once. Maybe even twice. Some people thrice, a select few even more.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MFgpyWkWUeA/TvnstYCekzI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ky1KBggNgnA/s1600/aww.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MFgpyWkWUeA/TvnstYCekzI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ky1KBggNgnA/s320/aww.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I ditched my Game Boy Colour, Game Boy Advance SP, Playstation, Playstation 2 long ago. Any takers?? :)﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eYlZetCe34U/TvnsyZBGG_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/3mducrbGyhQ/s1600/awww.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eYlZetCe34U/TvnsyZBGG_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/3mducrbGyhQ/s320/awww.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-6551687818216222959?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/6551687818216222959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=6551687818216222959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/6551687818216222959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/6551687818216222959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2011/12/image-collage-sadly-its-usually-not.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IPz_oyq16dk/TvnridM41DI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HIac5RYV3Qg/s72-c/awwww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-1766763518880922051</id><published>2011-12-27T18:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T18:24:42.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALRIGHTTT. I made today one of the best days in this holidays ever!! Well the level of suffering could have been palliated with 2-3 hours more of sleep, but nevertheless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started at 9am in weights room with xinchuan, meditating while he told me that his groin had been overstretched by zhiwei, in the middle of his bicep curls. Zhiwei good job (Y) So I did 26 pullups, followed by a few more sets, some sets&amp;nbsp;done with progressively fewer fingers. Okay sorry I'm launching into a diatribe about my routine LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I did some things else,&amp;nbsp;and then xinchuan had to go for his dermatologist's appointment so he passed to me the souvenir he got from Nepal&amp;nbsp; - a menacing demonic saber keychain&amp;nbsp;hoho&lt;s&gt;made of plastic lol&lt;/s&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Thanks xinchuan :) One memorable event was him spotting me for bench press and then he couldn't lift it and I couldn't push it HAHA. Luckily it was a relatively light weight (compared to the hardcore benchers) so Wai&amp;nbsp;Kiu immediately lifted it off for me. Omg he's freaking strong. Don't worry xinchuan no one starts out perfect... In fact I almost died while spotting a J2 canoeist back then, because I didn't know how to use my lower back rather than biceps to lift it x__x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to my routine and it was all SOLO till 10.30am.&amp;nbsp;Despite burning out&amp;nbsp;all my muscle, I couldn't help but feel&amp;nbsp;like some&amp;nbsp;corpulent old dog, after the reckless Christmas binging. Actually no I didn't eat much during Christmas, I can venture that it's probably prolonged sedentarism over the holidays. SO I WENT TO DO CARDIO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whitewash my fatigue I donned on my Sony PQ4 earphones, jumped into the We Are The Ocean and Devil Sold His Soul playlist and that lasted me... 70mins on the elliptical trainer. SEVEN HUNDRED CALORIES DUDES THAT'S MORE THAN TWO FULL BOWLS OF RICE &amp;gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh. The veneer of consciousness probably waned the moment I stepped off, and dematerialized the moment I stepped into my house LOL. That was around 1pm.&amp;nbsp;Ate some eggs which probably helped in lulling me to sleep, and I awoke at... 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm feeling particularly guilty maybe I'll take a look at chem homework. If not, I'm just going to watch a movie with my newfound vitality after sleeping xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-1766763518880922051?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/1766763518880922051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=1766763518880922051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/1766763518880922051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/1766763518880922051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2011/12/alrighttt.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-1991122341021596010</id><published>2011-12-26T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T23:40:28.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know something? I've always had a hunch that church people, or even worse my pastor, know about the existence of this blog. It all originated when I got sensible enough to realize I shouldn't write my blog address on my Facebook profile zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I'm still diving into the main thing I want to write about today: I TOLD MANY LIES. Nope it wasn't the kind of vicious cycle rebound&amp;nbsp;you'd expect from a serial liar. I just told the same lie over and over again, to prematurely book out of the church camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never fancied church camps. If you're talking about meeting new people (especially attractive girls), it might even be a disincentive, because the population does not grow like the number of African babies being born into a world of inhumane torture and suffering. Everything's much too corny and mushy. Yes I get a spiritual high but I HATE the feeling once that phase has passed, it makes me think rapidly that everything was just false hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indubitably the content is relevant, but less so this year. The speaker was some butch (intentionally spelt that way, not bitch) from SYFC which in my opinion is some extreme right-wing activist organization. I despised her condescending attitude and more fundamentally, the blunt way she put things, and the lack of manners and lady-likeness. And at the end of it all I was befuddled and baffled about the content, because... there wasn't any content??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU GUYS ALREADY. They're probably catching some Zs and certain people are catching some As and Os&amp;nbsp;(hahaha this is quite genius)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow shall be a fruitful day :) I shall invest double the effort to make it so, considering what I had to sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-1991122341021596010?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/1991122341021596010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=1991122341021596010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/1991122341021596010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/1991122341021596010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-know-something-ive-always-had-hunch.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-8062534050261005390</id><published>2011-12-26T11:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T11:14:32.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiz so apparently I was dreaming up a fantasy when I was describing the bicycle adventure I would seek. Got a harsh dressing-down by my parents who slammed me for wanting to 一步登天. The fundamental error they made despite much reiteration on my part was that, they didn't explain WHY. How am I supposed to be convinced?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got sick of the argument and stopped talking altogether eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have issues. Nope I'm not the unfilial kind who makes this kind of comments; they admitted it themselves this morning. Well everyone has issues, go settle them to the best you can instead of constantly running away from them!! And don't drag others into the chopping block in the process, pleaseee. Too late, the chains are already wrung round my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SORRY TEAM. I initially wanted to send them off at the airport but I overslept and only awoke in horror when Yanrui called me &amp;gt;&amp;lt; The alarm was beside my bed, which meant I woke up at least once to shut it off (because it was supposed to be at my table). Strangely I have zero recollection about waking up at all. Does it have something to do with my dream of being intoxicated by alcohol o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Omg I want to hear your voice" awwwwww~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm entrusting Zachary's promiscuity to Zhonghui's control. &lt;s&gt;Double whammy&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tell&amp;nbsp;a lie in 2.5 hours time. Premeditated... treason :O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahh, just for convenience sake, y'know. And bad experiences with telling the truth. Plus I'd expect that I don't have to do another follow-up with another lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE. The existence of a parallel universe lies in this very universe. Good IS bad. As the kiddos in Primary school put it, everyday "is the opposite day". Two sides to a coin, and you find coins everywhere. Most coins belong to people, some are lurking in nooks and crannies, a number are lying the in open waiting to be discovered by the next "lucky" passer-by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-8062534050261005390?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/8062534050261005390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=8062534050261005390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8062534050261005390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8062534050261005390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2011/12/haiz-so-apparently-i-was-dreaming-up.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-2582487339041542853</id><published>2011-12-25T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T23:24:59.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The team is probably at Changi airport now... &lt;s&gt;yingyue probably got to the wrong terminal or something&lt;/s&gt; This means that I have greater freedom of speech!! Which doesn't make any sense because they'll still be able to read this blog when they arrive back, and it's kinda unrealistic to assume they won't see the earlier posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I'm making this irrational decision because... I feel a greater inclination to write about stuff that I don't want them to know, now that they're away o.O You know, just to get stuff off my chest. Yeah my chest is big enough &lt;s&gt;actually not so, 55kg bench isn't THAT impressive&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This kinda of lifestyle&lt;/em&gt; is getting too extravagant. No I'm don't have this condition they call irrational exuberance in Economics, I'm referring to something much deeper and darker. &lt;s&gt;Rest assured I don't frequent red-light districts or smoke marijuana or do drugs or inhale glue&lt;/s&gt; It possesses characteristics of a luxury good, though. Scarcity is hardly scarce and I WANT MORE. But I actually don't need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some demented reason, I haven't been getting any festive vibes, even though today is supposed to be the epitomization of all the Christmas vibes I'm supposed to get. I was actually irritated and suffocated and restless. When I had to go downstairs to go teach the little children origami, I got a dreadful feeling. I felt at a complete loss when I got overwhelmed by the rowdiness of the obstreperous little twerps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not happy. I could attribute this to the fact that I've been working my ass off this holidays. I think I've clocked up almost 100 hours of work, you do the math. And then I didn't do any Christmas shopping this holiday, although there's a mountain of things I want to get for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of riding a bike to Changi airport to welcome the team back (and back home) brought some peace and calm to&amp;nbsp;my nerves. Until I realized my mum has disposed of the rusty bike which I probably severely outgrew anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW WHAT I NEED. PROLONGED ADVENTURE. 2-3 hours on the midnight road, devoid of vehicles yet I know I'm safe in the dim lights of the pavement. Squally wind brushing my fringe to the back, sound of crickets chirping. Smile at a passer-by on the way, play Lifehouse songs on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-2582487339041542853?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/2582487339041542853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=2582487339041542853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/2582487339041542853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/2582487339041542853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2011/12/team-is-probably-at-changi-airport-now.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-4140298385789939615</id><published>2011-12-24T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T23:34:15.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to my aunt's house for a mini Christmas eve gathering. There weren't a lot of people from my generation (two cousins to be exact) because my paternal side didn't come from the typical farming background unlike my mum, hence much fewer people. So being a default anti-socialite (especially with relatives) I strayed from the conversations and secluded myself at a bench, reading Singapore The Air-Conditioned Nation for book review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked the book for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's been collecting dust in my cupboard since I got it few years ago&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm not exactly politically apathetic and this kind of things pique my interest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really thought of Goh Chok Tong as an ex-PM, mainly because he wasn't canonized in History textbooks unlike the Lee Bros. Plus I was sucking on toy lollipops and hugging hello kitties in his era LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how unfortunate to be sandwiched between two political superpowers, the epitomisation (okay I koped this term from the book) of incredible intelligence and loquacity. Especially when you're the slow, cautious kind. One lesson: be yourself. GCT took his time, and struck many a chord in the hearts of the people, something which the Lee Bros have yet to accomplish due to their fast-paced strategist mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay why am I talking all this political crap when I'm supposed to apply for some certificate to publish political opinions on my blog o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this will be the last time you guys read this blog before you embark on your adventure in Hong Kong. It's only one week but it feels like an eternity WHICH SHOWS HOW MUCH I WANT YOU GUYS BY MY SIDE &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure Zachary will take good care of everyone :) If anyone guailans in the middle of the trek just remember it couldn't be worse than Tan Ta You HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure Joshua will be quite &lt;s&gt;de&lt;/s&gt;motivating :) Statics after the treks sounds awesome to me ^^ &lt;s&gt;Not just because I'm not participating, y'know....&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure Zhonghui will be an awesome tentman :) HOW TO PITCH TENT ON SOLID GROUND AH LOL I FORGOT. No stones as anchors some more o.O Zhonghui will reply, "AIYAH NOOBS JUST USE MY BIO TEXTBOOKS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure Yan Rui will keep the atmosphere as high as &lt;s&gt;the next person I'm going to dedicate this to&lt;/s&gt; a kite :) Don't gay too much in the tent with Joshua... if really cannot suppress then please take hidden camera and send vid to me thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure *cough* that Yingyue will &lt;s&gt;lose her way&lt;/s&gt; be an&amp;nbsp;awesome waterman during the trek :) LOL. You'll&amp;nbsp;do great&amp;nbsp;with your tank (someone tell me you get the joke) apprentices under your wing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool, be strong, think of me, be on your toes when yingyue's leading, may the force be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-4140298385789939615?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/4140298385789939615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=4140298385789939615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4140298385789939615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4140298385789939615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-went-to-my-aunts-house-for-mini.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-8249136216853336080</id><published>2011-12-24T14:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T14:54:53.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;For the delightful things which&amp;nbsp;set off&amp;nbsp;tingling waves upon recollection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know that these are what made this year worth living for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep them close to you as remembrance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep the keys jingling in your hands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the controversial things which release shots of adrenaline upon recollection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know that some boundaries are meant to be pushed and some better&amp;nbsp;left alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep these things close to you as a reminder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep the keys in your pockets, ever ready for the opportunity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the wrong things which send ripples of pain and regret&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know that there's always room for mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep them close to you as a deterrent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep the keys at home, get out and start anew.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the time of the day to train&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heavy weights to atone for all the wrongs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know whether the sniffles are coming from the flu or&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this thing was plain rubbish LOL I can't believe I spent 20minutes on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-8249136216853336080?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/8249136216853336080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=8249136216853336080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8249136216853336080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/8249136216853336080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-delightful-things-which-off-waves.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-4594914659431026780</id><published>2011-12-24T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T00:26:44.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's just plain lame... How my mum's going to give me $70 to get my CNY clothing while I have to give back approximately $150 as 30% of my this month's pay zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually devising a grand scheme to convince her not to give me any money in exchange for me not giving her any money but I won't be that bad LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gymmed with Zachary this morning!! Both of us weren't even at semi-zenith form so it was kinda slack. Extra motivation for nothing HAHAHA. Like usually for lats I'd do 4 sets of heavy weights in 3 different exercises, but today I just did 3 sets of lighter weights, with fewer repetitions ahhhhhhhh. Oh but speaking of lats... I think I have the standard V-shape figure already :DDD I swear the improvement over the past few months since I started doing pullups with weights is HUMONGOUS, because now I can&amp;nbsp;see an inverted triangle when I flex in front of the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can sense the threads of my clothes being held at their last seams when I stretch outwards hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I KNEW IT I GOT FATTER. Hahaha my team is full of nice people who would deny it but... I really got fatter. Jordy, Joo Ern and Chong Yee all said the same thing after I forced it out of them haizzz. And I looked pretty hideous (is that an oxymoron) in the 18th batch tahanners singlet, imo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is it. Next week is supposed to be my final working week. If I can get the hydroflask at 50% discount then I'll terminate the stupid contract for good and move on with life. Otherwise... I'll murder the woman LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-4594914659431026780?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/4594914659431026780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=4594914659431026780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4594914659431026780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4594914659431026780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-just-plain-lame.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-5154747943866406550</id><published>2011-12-22T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T19:44:57.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still sniffling =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER KEEP LONG NAILS. Today I just brushed my palm against the wall and a part of the nail on my index finger got chipped off :O Like how easily cookies crumble. Anyway it turned out to be a blessing in disguise because I was preoccupied with fiddling with it throughout the day which helped to speed up time LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately I'm not a woman who goes for&amp;nbsp;manicures... It's going to be an epic fashion gaffe &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my schedule while you guys are at Hong Kong, just in case you're interested:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th: Send-off, church camp&lt;br /&gt;27th: Church camp&lt;br /&gt;28th: Class BBQ&lt;br /&gt;29th: Work&lt;br /&gt;30th: Gym&lt;br /&gt;31st: Cry over not being able to do 30 pullups by 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we all have different definitions of "having fun".&amp;nbsp;Guys tend to have a higher threshold in the physical aspect, so... there you go :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I WENT UP 1 INCH WHILE HANGING ONE-HANDED ON THE BAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippeee there's this new product called the Hydroflask which just arrived at my shop (yeah MY shop) this morning. Supposedly it can keep cold things cold for 24 hours and warm things warm for 12 hours! Better than snuggling in each others armpits LOL. Ahhhhh the thought of having hot coffee to refresh yourself in the middle of a boring Bio lecture... Just that it comes with a demonic&amp;nbsp;$53 price tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-5154747943866406550?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/5154747943866406550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=5154747943866406550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/5154747943866406550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/5154747943866406550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2011/12/still-sniffling-never-keep-long-nails.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-5539648802056332500</id><published>2011-12-21T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T19:58:05.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Willed myself to training today despite the presence of a weathered throat and nasal problems. I told myself that I could give myself some way because I got a bit better from the previous night, but no no no I've learnt that anything less than perfect condition will just deteriorate. Halfway through the discussion of next year's content, I gave up on my obligation to participate and just went to sleep because I was actually feeling like sh*t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now is the time I unleash things I won't say in real life lol. Might just be the bad mood from the stupid illness but&amp;nbsp;I didn't really see a point behind calling all of us back for the earlier part of&amp;nbsp;training today, just for half of us to retire into lalaland, proving that our presence wasn't really required at all. Yeah I understand we shouldn't let our capt/vicecapt tank all the admin shit, but the thing was wayyyy too draggy and should have been completed 按部就班&amp;nbsp;rather than 一步登天? Otherwise it would be understandable that all of our attention spans would be negative index which defeats the purpose of having training in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know, maybe I'll wake up feeling better tomorrow morning and wonder why the heck I wrote all of this. Mmmm yeah tomorrow will be a better day~ Everyone loves working HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up thinking that I was born into the perfect family. Showered with lots of love, the occasional dressing-down for the wrongs things I did, a dichotomy of relatives who constructed much of my life experiences. But no, I understood that a chain is only as strong as it's weakest link and as I grew up, many of these fragile links emerged from the veils concealed from me, some of which even broke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say the same for my family now. It's in tatters and the decision-makers are at their wits end. I'm just a pawn, maybe a knight if I were prouder or a bishop if I grew up in a more spiritual manner or a rook if I had a stronger body and immune system. All I can do is to witness the insecurities which plague my "king" and "queen", move forward and never look back. And hope that someday I'll reach the end of my journey&amp;nbsp;and realize that I now have the immaculate&amp;nbsp;power to return to where I belong and protect my benefactors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-5539648802056332500?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/5539648802056332500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=5539648802056332500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/5539648802056332500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/5539648802056332500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2011/12/willed-myself-to-training-today-despite.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-4005643692391260713</id><published>2011-12-20T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T20:13:19.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Singaporean men average height is 1.706m which makes me... 3 CM TALLER&amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;D &lt;s&gt;And my guilty conscience reprimanded me so I won't say that Zachary is 20cm below average or something &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few days time you guys will be away at Hongkong!! While I stay solo in Singapore without any friends =( I'll miss you guys mannnn. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm the agenda I set for this post was to reveal some mind-stimulating and thought-invoking pictures I've captured with my humble camera phone over the past few days. So here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DH_KGa29mSA/TvB4FIBJIVI/AAAAAAAAANU/Q-AuIOjbr7A/s1600/2011-12-18+11.33.13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DH_KGa29mSA/TvB4FIBJIVI/AAAAAAAAANU/Q-AuIOjbr7A/s320/2011-12-18+11.33.13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Folded&amp;nbsp;this during the origami mini-lesson I attended to teach the little kiddos in church how to fold. I call this THE ANGEL WHICH SAYS WOAH SOLO IS SO PRO.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rBU5zLXFE5U/TvB4SoFZRfI/AAAAAAAAANc/2V1f0SCnzNs/s1600/2011-12-18+11.34.32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rBU5zLXFE5U/TvB4SoFZRfI/AAAAAAAAANc/2V1f0SCnzNs/s320/2011-12-18+11.34.32.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby confer this masterpiece the title of... dwarf (tagged: some people) trap magnificante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ncn59y58xiI/TvB4g7WdfsI/AAAAAAAAANk/mTBv7ngLvy8/s1600/2011-12-20+15.13.41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ncn59y58xiI/TvB4g7WdfsI/AAAAAAAAANk/mTBv7ngLvy8/s320/2011-12-20+15.13.41.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This was taken at my workplace, where picture-taking is supposedly prohibited... only if you get caught. Obviously someone who escaped scot-free after illegally staying over in school three times&amp;nbsp;did the job well :) Oh notice the two&amp;nbsp;red and swollen&amp;nbsp;balls hanging from its mouth, must be fluffy and squishy~﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pUOHYeaQWBQ/TvB4uy0GPJI/AAAAAAAAANs/tEJ2Ij83aVc/s1600/2011-12-19+16.47.53.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pUOHYeaQWBQ/TvB4uy0GPJI/AAAAAAAAANs/tEJ2Ij83aVc/s320/2011-12-19+16.47.53.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I went to the store which sells compression attire upstairs and took a picture in the changing room :) Zero vascularity because it was chilly, but besides that... not bad hehh. Oh usual price is $100, but I can get it at $75 if I buy two, so.... who wants to buy with me =DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, don't let me go!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not the end, woahhh~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not so bad!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not the end, woahhh~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;YOU KNOW IT'S NOT THE END.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-4005643692391260713?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/4005643692391260713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=4005643692391260713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4005643692391260713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4005643692391260713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2011/12/singaporean-men-average-height-is-1.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DH_KGa29mSA/TvB4FIBJIVI/AAAAAAAAANU/Q-AuIOjbr7A/s72-c/2011-12-18+11.33.13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216644951192232752.post-4647725366445585821</id><published>2011-12-19T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T23:00:58.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zzz why is my sister so retarded. Last night my parents called for a family meeting solely to discuss her status as "rebellious and indespicable". So she got one final chance and she blew it like a dick by returning home 1 hour late -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my parents packed her luggage for her and locked her out, after which both my parents broke down and wept. Even my dad, whom I saw last crying many years back. Weirdly I was just mildly surprised. Situations like these call for rational thinking, after all. But omg my sis didn't just grow nuts, she became a freaking nut zzz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should sleep soon because I feel a sore throat looming &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's frustrating when you make a decision which appears to be the best current solution, yet with your maturity you know that you'll look back in a few years and ponder over how foolish it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216644951192232752-4647725366445585821?l=solo-poon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/feeds/4647725366445585821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216644951192232752&amp;postID=4647725366445585821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4647725366445585821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216644951192232752/posts/default/4647725366445585821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solo-poon.blogspot.com/2011/12/zzz-why-is-my-sister-so-retarded.html' title=''/><author><name>[05] - Solomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05687644162921258242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZd5pNHUyFk/TWkw6mUIssI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5RTSdwgzc_M/s220/Photo0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
