<?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-5881729288779377821</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:44:24.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-RTWeihao</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rtweihao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881729288779377821/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rtweihao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RTWeihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03114257985076755654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881729288779377821.post-4280187681192400836</id><published>2008-05-09T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T03:21:28.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Comedy</title><content type='html'>Man, quite afew things happened this week that were hillarious, but depends if I can remember them, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was Tuesday, when Aileen, Caleb, Charmaine and I were in 4D's from classroom passing Aileen's Netball to each other. Somehow, we warped the game into a game of "Monkey".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fast forward like, say, 5 minutes. Aileen went to the toilet to change into her PE shirt, so Kumar, Lebs and I were left in the class room. We were passing, blah blah, then we stopped cause Lebs and I had to go for CLB (Chinese Language 'B', something like basic Chinese).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while we were getting ready to leave, Caleb threw the ball not-soo-hard-ly to Kumar. She caught it, with a little flinching, and asked Caleb to try again (That, or he just threw it at her again when she was aware).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mr Tan's classroom's back wall isn't solid; it's that soundproof dismantleable wall thing, so it's not perfectly flat, but there's one or two support pillars jutting out here and there.So guess what? Kumar was standing right next to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so Caleb took the shot. He missed Kumar (she looked relieved), it hit the wall, bounced, and hit her on the side. Now, it wasn't painful, but it was soo darned funny, or well, it was to a certain extent, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next one... Let's see... This one was yesterday. Titus, Bryan Ong, and Siong Lim came over yesterday to complete the filming for our "Geo-Challenge" video (yes, Titus, it's FIL-ming, not FLI-ming, no offence, just thought it was funny, :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to finish everything, well, mostly... So we decided to just sit and play afew rounds of Soccer &amp;amp; Halo. Soccer was quite funny, I chased after the ball, or well my character did, and kicked it out, --'. Then came Halo.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Halo fans won't find this funny, and those pro ones won't either, but heck, I'll just say it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were set in Epitaph with Gravity Hammers and Spartan Lazers. After the "Slayer" soo thoughtfully added to mark the start of the round by Bungie, we chased after each other. After say, 5 minutes, the four of us were at the center of the map, although Byan Ong who was chasing after Titus, didn't see Siong Lim behind him, and Siong Lim didn't see me creeping up behind him. So here's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titus *Running back* --&gt; Whacked by Brong's Grav Hammer --&gt; (Titus)"SH*T!!!! Wa Lao!!"&lt;br /&gt;Siong Lim *lunging forward* --&gt; Whacks Brong JUST as he saw Siong Lim --&gt; (Brong)"Where did you come from?!"&lt;br /&gt;Me *Running forward* --&gt; Whacks Siong Lim on his back --&gt; (Me) "HAH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds boring, yes, but I got the vid in my 360, so whoever wants to watch it can come over, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the funniest part of the week, this happened on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;It was recess time and my class had PE for our first period, so I bought an Orange (Tangerine flavoured, to be exact) '100 Plus' from the drink store, the queued up to buy a Tuna Croissant from the snack store. Hannah tapped me on the left shoulder, I wheeled about and upon noticing no one was there, turned to my right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Want some? *offers un-opened 100 Plus*"&lt;br /&gt;"*Smiles and drinks* Hmmm, tastes like orange flavour"&lt;br /&gt;"Really? I thought it tasted like purple, are you sure??"&lt;br /&gt;"Pretty sure... That or it could be... Porange, *facial expression --&gt;xD*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, pointless, but it's fun, :)&lt;br /&gt;So after it was our turn to order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aunty, Tuna Croissant *Pays and waits for Hannah out of the line*"&lt;br /&gt;"(Hannah) Aunty, orange Croissant, eh wait, *lols* Eh! Eh! EGG Croissant! *lols even more*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I almost doubled over with laughter. Hannah was laughing her head off too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this week was quite funny. Alright, shall stop here, cause I wanna get on with 'tending to my armies'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE, GET 'Lord Of The Rings ; The Battle For Middle Earth 2'! I'm bored! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881729288779377821-4280187681192400836?l=rtweihao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rtweihao.blogspot.com/feeds/4280187681192400836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881729288779377821&amp;postID=4280187681192400836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881729288779377821/posts/default/4280187681192400836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881729288779377821/posts/default/4280187681192400836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rtweihao.blogspot.com/2008/05/living-comedy.html' title='Living Comedy'/><author><name>RTWeihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03114257985076755654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881729288779377821.post-1136663637900341924</id><published>2008-05-01T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T07:17:11.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Memories</title><content type='html'>Look what I found while blog-surfing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S5dc54_RQRw/SBl6Q-kFCKI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6s0LIRFEyGo/s1600-h/The+Choir%2707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195318077239396514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S5dc54_RQRw/SBl6Q-kFCKI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6s0LIRFEyGo/s320/The+Choir%2707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, that's the Choir. Man, I've actually forgotten that I wanted this picture! This was taken after the SYF competition (And after we won Gold). Heh, can still remember Ms Lim asking me if I was okay after that emotional outburst in the form of tears when the results were announced. Who said men don't cry? It's just that I've got more feelings than others, ;D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ack, I'll just talk about my experience with the Choir since I've already started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ryan! The Choir needs help for SYF, wanna join?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"*Ignores Message*"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"*persistent* Ryan, please join!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I went through the whole 'should I, or should I not?' process. Guess the answer : YES. Thanks to Bridget and Samantha Wong (Who got transferred to UWC, miss you Sam!), I went to discuss it with Ms Liang, who directed me to Mr Tan and, upon approval, directed me back to Ms Liang. Long winded? Not quite, they were both in the staff room, heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then begun the transfer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boys' Brigade --&gt; Choir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Processing... ... ... Approved. CSV temporarily added to Choir name database.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can still remember the first practice, rather vaguely though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Enters Performing Arts 1*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ms Lim Ai Hooi)"Everyone, this is Ryan, and he has kindly agreed to help the Basses for the SYF. Everyone, please welcome Ryan. *claps*"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The songs were strange to me. Like, music notes? Crap, I never thought my failed Piano lessons would come back to haunt me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, so, time progressed, and I actually found myself enjoying the practices, so much that I memorised the score for 'Karimatanu Kuicha' earlier than most Choir members. No, not showing off, but I'm just trying to show how much I loved and treasured each moment in (and outside) choir practices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slowly grew and got attached to the Choir, and each Monday/Thursday, I'd go "YEAH! There's Choir today!" and sang afew lines from the two songs we were supposed to be performing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came the SYF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll skip all the preparation details and (most of) the performance. Just know that we were very frightened, and we played it 'safe', a comment many have said when they heard our singing. Safe to the extent that it sounded good, but the song lacked life and 'colour'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot to clap at one part, very unpleasant feeling followed after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well then, the competition was over, and we were all raring to hear the results. Went back to school first, then travelled once more to the Victoria Concert Hall for the results. Was quite funny how everone was like "OMGosh, I hope we win!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We waited outside the performance hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S5dc54_RQRw/SBmGmukFCMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/oJXldwBIcTc/s1600-h/IMG_2443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195331645041084610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S5dc54_RQRw/SBmGmukFCMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/oJXldwBIcTc/s320/IMG_2443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some girls were bored and took pictures of themselves running into walls, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S5dc54_RQRw/SBmFg-kFCLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YnkUP3CBmEI/s1600-h/IMG_2446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195330446745209010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S5dc54_RQRw/SBmFg-kFCLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YnkUP3CBmEI/s320/IMG_2446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Wait", Kim looks funneh, :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. I'll make this short, cause I'm at a loss of words. We went in, sat down, but stood up again to clap for the judges (We roared for Ko Matsushita, the composer for one of our songs), then sat back down. Then came the emotional bombardment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Fairfield Methodist Secondary School ; Gold"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone was trying to listen for the "With Honours", but it never came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left the hall, some of the girls were already crying, more followed suit. I can soo clearly remember what I felt. Disbelief, uncertainty, then it hit me; we won Gold. I just started tearing, then came the full force sob. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Under different circumstances, it would have been amusing. I mean, we were the only Gold choir which was crying in disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a debriefing, then Samantha, Bridget and I went to the 'Soup Spoon' to , if I can recall clearly enough, to "Drown our sorrows in Soup". The soup I chose tasted horrible, but that's just me; I don't have a taste for pumpkin, heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came back home, told mom, and went to sleep after my shower. I felt too shacked from all the crying to do anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup. Then this is where the first picture comes in. After that, my contract, which allowed me to stop going to the Boys' Brigade every Friday for Choir, ended. I still had feelings for the Choir though. Went back once or twice, Ms Lim warmly welcomed me (Eh heh... Not bragging again, but it's nice to know that you're appreciated, :D), and this whole experience was burned into my memory forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's pretty much all I gotta say for now. Post another time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C'ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881729288779377821-1136663637900341924?l=rtweihao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rtweihao.blogspot.com/feeds/1136663637900341924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881729288779377821&amp;postID=1136663637900341924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881729288779377821/posts/default/1136663637900341924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881729288779377821/posts/default/1136663637900341924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rtweihao.blogspot.com/2008/05/memories.html' title='The Memories'/><author><name>RTWeihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03114257985076755654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S5dc54_RQRw/SBl6Q-kFCKI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6s0LIRFEyGo/s72-c/The+Choir%2707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881729288779377821.post-3600937950865535567</id><published>2008-04-30T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:50:29.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks</title><content type='html'>Was just thinking of how some people looks like others, yet are not related in anyway. Eg, me and Nat Yau. Okay, maybe not, me and Timothy Seet. See? Tan Weihao, Timothy Seet.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's just you, my look (facial look, please, not that 'image' you get from wearing certain things) is unique!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of it this way, there are 5 Billion people on this Earth. There is bound to be SOMEBODY who looks identical to you, may not be totally, but it gives the "Hey, isn't that *insert name here*?? Nah, but sure looks like though!" moment. Oh, and parents and relatives aren't counted, ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I just finished another post! Can't imagine myself, say, when I'm 21 reading this, and saying "Wow, is that really my thinking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll let you all sleep now, though I doubt there'd be anyone reading this at 1.48 in the morning. Hey Soccer fans! There's a match at 2.45am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Channie Pei Wen! And Happy Labour Day?...&lt;br /&gt;C'ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881729288779377821-3600937950865535567?l=rtweihao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rtweihao.blogspot.com/feeds/3600937950865535567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881729288779377821&amp;postID=3600937950865535567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881729288779377821/posts/default/3600937950865535567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881729288779377821/posts/default/3600937950865535567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rtweihao.blogspot.com/2008/04/looks.html' title='Looks'/><author><name>RTWeihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03114257985076755654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881729288779377821.post-2210854528301245736</id><published>2008-04-30T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:44:17.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>Y'know, it's always when you wanna say something, that you just realised that you have no idea what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, c'mon. All of us talk to each other so flawlessly (unless the person's that cute gal down the block), but when it comes to expressing ourselves, many have trouble with just letting it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I really didn't have anything to say, but I guess when you get it all written down, the words just start coming to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881729288779377821-2210854528301245736?l=rtweihao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rtweihao.blogspot.com/feeds/2210854528301245736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881729288779377821&amp;postID=2210854528301245736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881729288779377821/posts/default/2210854528301245736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881729288779377821/posts/default/2210854528301245736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rtweihao.blogspot.com/2008/04/speechless.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>RTWeihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03114257985076755654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881729288779377821.post-8979841407347192769</id><published>2008-04-30T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T06:35:15.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solution</title><content type='html'>Yes, God be the Solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was taking a cab home today. Had a rather queer conversation with the cab uncle guy. Alright, here's the conversation :&lt;br /&gt;"Hello uncle, Sunset Way *Enters cab*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"*While driving off* Sunrise Way Arh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, no, Sunset Way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, go Sunrise Way, I need to go there anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh... If you need to go there, then I'll get out of the cab, no need to trouble you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO LAH, joking only."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O.o, oh, sorry uncle, I'm very slow at catching jokes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when he started saying how he tried that "Joke" on other people. Different reactions, all funny. This old lady pulled his ear, some other guy knocked him on the head. Then he said :&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it's good that you were courteous, tell me that you were slow with jokes. Which church are you from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told him Grace Methodist Church, and he was like :&lt;br /&gt;"No wonder you're soo gracious (Urghhh, bad joke)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had some really good chat about how to evangelise. The uncle was a really devoted Christian, saying that the road of us Christians will be hard, but we must endure, like Jesus when He was persecuted by the temple leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, he said that :&lt;br /&gt;"You can be very intellectual in Bible knowledge, but if you don't have the intimate relationship with God, it's no use."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY true. He even gave, uh, well, 'tips' on how to evangelise. That I shall keep to myself first, but if you want to know, e-mail me (&lt;a href="mailto:ryantwh3@hotmail.com"&gt;ryantwh3@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;), but the basis is to PRAY before you start, ask the Holy Spirit to fill you, and to guide you throughout the evangelism. Also, pray for protection, cause some people can be quite violent when it comes to religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's that for the cab trip. Now for the practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zinc Carbonate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my friends, salt Q be-eth Zinc Carbonate. The practical is nuts! Not the paper, but the lab. They pulled the curtains, it's ridiculous. In addition, they turned off the fans, and when the class lighted their Bunsen burners... MY GOSH, my perspiration was like 'heavy rain'. The only time I was even more drenched was on Tuesday, flag pulling duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that being said and done, we had quarantine. A whole half hour of nothing (but those in first batch were even worse off, they were there for 2 and a half hours!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, CAPTAINS BALL!&lt;br /&gt;Played with 4D + some from other classes. I need to play more, going down hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're on the subject of classes, I really admire 4D and 4E. Both are closely knit. Eg, 4D's the majority which fills the Capt's ball court, go for outings, etc. and 4E just went out for an outing today. And both classes were wearing their class shirts. 4D's even coming up with 1 more, and they don't mind paying, unlike some in my class :&lt;br /&gt;"Wa lao, soo expensive ($20) and lousy quality summore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, friends, you see me mostly after school at 4D's classroom. Anyway, after Capt's, went for a drink with Alastair at Dover, came back to school and traded phones with Val Ong (Take care of me phone, Val! Haha), and took a cab home. That's where the cab uncle story comes in. Upon reaching home, Bert, Siong, Ryan Foo, and Glen were awaiting my arrival outside my gate. Came over, played some Halo, Glen and Bert played Ghost Recon, followed by watching vids on my iPod, then they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's pretty much it. I shall now tend to my armies (BFME 2, people! Someone get BFME 2! And Yeong Chuan, looking forward to playing with you again. BFME 2 needs more Singaporean players.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881729288779377821-8979841407347192769?l=rtweihao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rtweihao.blogspot.com/feeds/8979841407347192769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881729288779377821&amp;postID=8979841407347192769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881729288779377821/posts/default/8979841407347192769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881729288779377821/posts/default/8979841407347192769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rtweihao.blogspot.com/2008/04/solution.html' title='Solution'/><author><name>RTWeihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03114257985076755654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881729288779377821.post-1686860814563156405</id><published>2008-04-27T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T03:04:08.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkening</title><content type='html'>Well, all I can say is the shadow is deepening, and if I don't do anything soo, lay-man's term "I'm soo screwed".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881729288779377821-1686860814563156405?l=rtweihao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rtweihao.blogspot.com/feeds/1686860814563156405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881729288779377821&amp;postID=1686860814563156405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881729288779377821/posts/default/1686860814563156405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881729288779377821/posts/default/1686860814563156405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rtweihao.blogspot.com/2008/04/darkening.html' title='Darkening'/><author><name>RTWeihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03114257985076755654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881729288779377821.post-741760062033616741</id><published>2008-04-18T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T03:05:20.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The I 'Heart' Revolution</title><content type='html'>Well, got my hands on Bertram's Hillsong United "The I 'Heart' Revolution" album. The songs, majority of them performed before, have been amp-ed up two-fold. THAT, or it's just been hyped up, :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to make another passport! Ah crack, I've grown attatched to my current one. It's the old one with normal pages which do not have the City printed on them, :(.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I shall make a new one. FOR NEPAL SERVICE LEARNING! *Rallying cry*. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are next week, and I'm here... Why? Hmmm, shall figure that out later, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Yesterday Val was playing with her rubber band, stretching and, uh, un-stretching it, when Mr Sim asked a Question. Val was like, "Middle-course (of the river) has meande-AHCK!"&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the rubber band snapped, Haha!&lt;br /&gt;She continued playing with the broken pieces, and, guess what? It snapped, AGAIN! "Ryan! Look! It snapped again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, &lt;em&gt;REALLLLY&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Got back 3 of me tests. Here's the results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-math : 22/30 (Crack, half a mark more to get A1)&lt;br /&gt;Physics : 20/30 (Lots of things I forgot, dangit!)&lt;br /&gt;Geog : 7/12 (Not bad considering that it's my first Geog test in, what, 1 year?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All there is now is A-math. Am very (NOT) looking forward to getting it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, shan't waste anymore time here, so yup. Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881729288779377821-741760062033616741?l=rtweihao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rtweihao.blogspot.com/feeds/741760062033616741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881729288779377821&amp;postID=741760062033616741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881729288779377821/posts/default/741760062033616741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881729288779377821/posts/default/741760062033616741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rtweihao.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-heart-revolution.html' title='The I &apos;Heart&apos; Revolution'/><author><name>RTWeihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03114257985076755654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881729288779377821.post-9151039529167647732</id><published>2008-04-15T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T06:33:05.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three-Way</title><content type='html'>Man, today I've been super blessed by the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service Learning locations were announced, or rather, posted-on-a-board-to-read-by-yourself, today. I was placed in China, and upset. Yes, I didn't like my first choice cause my mom didn't want me to go to Nepal, due to the over-religious *something* present there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not to make my mom upset, I put China as my first choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good 1 week after I handed up my form, my mom said, "Nevermind, son, go where ever you want to, it IS service learning anyway." So I tried to change my choices, but being late, needed to wait for the day they announced the locations to find someone who would do a 'Mutual Swop', or so Ms Liang had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was today. At first, I ran around, asking for someone to change locations with me. Friend after Friend, I asked. No one seemed willing to change, and Kimberly (who didn't want to go to Kachanaburi) was eagerly waiting for me to change with her, cause 'Chanaburi was my third choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before eating lunch, I said my Grace, adding on "Lord, ultimately it's up to you, but please, I pray that you would grant this desire of mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked my messages afterward, and, GOD SENT! There was a message from my Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I know the thoughs I think towards you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope. Then you will call on Me and go and pray to Me, and I will listen to you. And you will seek Me, and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeremiah 29:11-13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Kim at her classroom, and we looked for Ms Liang together. Showing her the message, I asked her, what do you think of this message? "It's from God, but honestly, I don't know what it means (as in, how it applies to your situation now)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called up Ms Pamela Tan, and showed her the message, as well as tell her the scenario. "Ryan, God has a reason for what's going on. If it is His will for you to go to a certain place, it would be easy to get someone to swap with you. So just go along with it, :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally letting go and accepting that God will be the one who decides, I went to Kim (who was still waiting for me, heh) and said "Hey, give me until tomorrow. If no one really signs for the exchange, I'll swap with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that was a VERY short chat with Mrs Straughan, with a call that interupted our chat. It was Amanda Lock. I shall type out the whole conversation to help you guys out there experience what I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, Amanda?"&lt;br /&gt;"RYAN! I found someone who can swap with you!"&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GOSH, REALLY?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it's a &lt;em&gt;Three-Way&lt;/em&gt; swap, come to 4D's classroom."&lt;br /&gt;"CRAP! OH MY GOSH! THANK YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that happened within 2 minutes after I gave the decision to God. You could only imagine the elatedness and thankfulness I felt at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, during tuition, Hannah messaged me. I told her, and she was like "OH MY GOSH! Thank God!" Turns out she prayed to God and asked Him to provide her with friends to Nepal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, I believe that God was speaking to me through this series of God-directed events, telling me, "Son, let Me lead you, and let me decide for you. Don't burden yourself with all this, just give it all to Me, and I'll bless you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, God!&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Holy Spirit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881729288779377821-9151039529167647732?l=rtweihao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rtweihao.blogspot.com/feeds/9151039529167647732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881729288779377821&amp;postID=9151039529167647732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881729288779377821/posts/default/9151039529167647732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881729288779377821/posts/default/9151039529167647732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rtweihao.blogspot.com/2008/04/three-way.html' title='Three-Way'/><author><name>RTWeihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03114257985076755654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881729288779377821.post-9026272499945514704</id><published>2008-04-09T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T05:54:50.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post.</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been putting this off for a nut-long time, so I'll just start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People! We're&lt;em&gt; SECONDARY FOUR. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? It felt like it was 3 years ago (and probably cause it WAS 3 years ago) that we thought the big "O"h was soo far away. Crack, time &lt;em&gt;DOES &lt;/em&gt;fly. So it's time of us Geeks and Danes to pick up those obscenely thick books and bury ourselves in them. Just not too much, or it will be in the literal sense also, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember who said this, "I think guys who blog are gay". EXPRESSION, of course, but just thought about it. &lt;em&gt;WHY&lt;/em&gt; do you think so? It's just a website where you put in your days' entries on how "*Insert name here* fell into the mud" and how "*Insert name here* was being such a total *ahem*". Oh, well, when you put it that way, it does sound gay, does it not? Well, no worries, none of that here.&lt;br /&gt;And no vulgarities either, just a horrible choice of words to sub for them, ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH, wasting time on crap like ^ that. But either way, nothing much to say except hey to whoever's reading this (Though I doubt anyone's reading this, no publicising yet, heh)... While I'm here might as well talk 'bout my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAKE UP!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dad's gone to the U.S. for work, and I've convinced my mom to let me try taking the bus to school. Been late for Morning Council meetings (twice now, actually). Let's have a looksie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.40AM to 6.24AM --&gt; Wake up, shower, brush teeth, blah blah&lt;br /&gt;6.25AM to 6.29AM --&gt; Get to the Condominium shuttle bus&lt;br /&gt;6.30AM to 6.35AM --&gt; Bus leaves and drops some people along the way&lt;br /&gt;6.36AM --&gt; My turn comes (Here come's the fun part!)&lt;br /&gt;6.36AM to Who_Knows_When - "The Wait" for bus number 74&lt;br /&gt;7.00 -/+ --&gt; Arrive at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, isn't that just peachy? I actually had to wait for a second 74 to come cause the first one (After waiting, I don't know, 10 mins?) was jam packed, as in, seriously. All the way to the entrance. There was absolutely NO space to squeeze in, but Kudos to an Aunty who somehow managed to squeeze in. "She was engulfed by the sea of bodies" or something like that. Hey, I don't take Literature, *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there was the typical student was on the brink of falling asleep on the bus-stop seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, let me see... What else did I do that is interesting this week?... Oh, got my glasses yesterday, my mom's birthday present to me. Thanks mom! :) No, I don't have short-sightedness, but my mom knows how much I love doing things that I have no need for doing. Checkit, they're even TRANSITIONS. Costs a bomb. Mom says I look older in them, hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, nothing else happened. Fell asleep in Amath classes (Sorry Mr Heng! I just can't stay awake!) English was educating (to a certain extent), science practicals were fun... Oh yes, and the 4 tests I have this week. That's right. FOUR. One today (Geography of Food), one tomorrow (E-maths - Vectors, Matrices, and travel graphs), and two on Friday (A-maths - Integration, and some other topic / Physics - Light and DC Circuits).&lt;br /&gt;On the UP side, Planetshakers &amp;amp; Tim Huges (not Team Hills, Bin Kai :D) are playing this Friday, after a 1 hour BB Parade. Yes, 1 hour. Might as well not go for it, --'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, spent enough time here, TIME TO SLEEP! Otherwise, I'll have trouble waking up tomorrow morning to repeat the whole timeline again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881729288779377821-9026272499945514704?l=rtweihao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rtweihao.blogspot.com/feeds/9026272499945514704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5881729288779377821&amp;postID=9026272499945514704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881729288779377821/posts/default/9026272499945514704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881729288779377821/posts/default/9026272499945514704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rtweihao.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-post.html' title='First Post.'/><author><name>RTWeihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03114257985076755654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
