<?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-8965253</id><updated>2011-09-16T00:59:39.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>奔 vs 崩</title><subtitle type='html'>Heaven Or Hell... we decide.
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chee Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401512533281564795</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8965253.post-110700446862338329</id><published>2005-01-29T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T12:31:50.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending it....</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I last blogged... to whoever is reading this anyway. I took a look at a few of my archery juniors' blog and it is like damn long loh. I didnt know that so many of my archery juniors blog until I found one of them, and then interlinked to a lot others. Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just talked to a junior a few days ago who was shooting badly. She wanted to quit the competition because she said that she is shooting badly. I can tell that she is the diligent type who comes down to training (sometimes even more than us, the seniors) and yet she cannot produce results. I told her my story, I asked her : have you ever tried studying the whole week for a test (4 hours per day for 5 days) and get 2 marks out of 25? My 20 hours is only worth 2 marks... This is the time when you wish you can cry out loud, but there is simply no tears. This goes the same to relationship. No matter how much effort you put in, you may not get the returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, life is like that and it is never fair. You have to carry on. Girl, if you happen to read this, keep trying. I know I will keep on trying, school work, or even trying to fall in love again. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere : When you give up, then it is really over.   =   /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is NTU invitational shoot 2005. I managed to get the second medal in my soon ending archery career, 3rd in individual placing 'C' recurve. Dun really wish to talk about the team event thing which is a major cock up, which would have given me the 3rd archery medal (2nd placing), but I guess that is life isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first was one guy from TP (Tian feng, I think, with 602), Second was Jiaxiang (May's boyfriend, 585) and third is me at 579. I think overall the shoot was not really ok, although I did win something. My best score was 603 during practise and my best distance is 311 for 122, 30m. (Jiaxiang won best distance at 305) I was actually aiming for 600 for this competition... But i guess this is a good way to end my career... For the junior that was shooting badly, I am really glad that she is there today. Although she hits badly, who cares? As long as you have the courage to go on shooting. YOU GO, GIRL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, the thought of moving to the back sort of saddens me. After all, this is something that is with me for almost 2 years. From standard class to C class the route is so long... (can I put it that way?) If I could, then I would stay... but I really cannot afford to shoot anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8965253-110700446862338329?l=cheechung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/feeds/110700446862338329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8965253&amp;postID=110700446862338329' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110700446862338329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110700446862338329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/2005/01/ending-it.html' title='Ending it....'/><author><name>Chee Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401512533281564795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8965253.post-110589795419980835</id><published>2005-01-17T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T02:02:54.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This one is good.</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... a few days ago received a shocking news... my heart aches and my response was "ARGH!!!! WHY!!!!!" But anyway, life goes on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days have been actively involved in my Soka activities... but I think this cannot last... because I have to take care of my studies. I mean if there are any buddhist talk I will still go and attend, but if it is any youth activities, I dont think I will want to take part. Because I have even given up archery to find more time for studies and if I take part actively in this wouldnt it be wasting my efforts? At least not this sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave myself a one time good spank yesterday during training ... the 38 pounds string snapped against my armguard, broke it, and leave a blue black the size of my Nokia 6610. One word: "Ouch" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from National Stadium. Singapore Won the Tiger Cup!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, just saw this piece of poem or whatever from a fren's blog, which she cut and paste from dont know where. I think it's good to share with you guys. (whoever is reading my blog anyway)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS WHAT A GIRL TELL A GUY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see me walking the road with someone&lt;br /&gt;else It's not because I like his company&lt;br /&gt;Its because you're not brave enough to walk&lt;br /&gt;beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hear me talking about him all the time&lt;br /&gt;Its not because he pleases me&lt;br /&gt;Its because you're too deaf to hear my&lt;br /&gt;heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel me falling with someone new&lt;br /&gt;Its not because I love him&lt;br /&gt;Because you're not there to catch me fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel lost, I too am nowhere&lt;br /&gt;I too don't know where the road is going&lt;br /&gt;Are we gonna cross each other's path&lt;br /&gt;Or just completely turn around?&lt;br /&gt;Will we just let go of what we had&lt;br /&gt;Or go to the place where love is bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me walk with him&lt;br /&gt;It's you I want to walk with&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me talk of him&lt;br /&gt;It's you I want to talk with&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me fall for him&lt;br /&gt;It's you I want to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW THE GUY REPLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't brave enough to walk&lt;br /&gt;beside you&lt;br /&gt;I was behind you every step of the way&lt;br /&gt;Still filled with awe because of the beauty&lt;br /&gt;that stands before me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I was too deaf to hear your&lt;br /&gt;heartbeat I didn't want to assume anything&lt;br /&gt;And I was afraid to lose our friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't there to catch you&lt;br /&gt;It was because you never gave me the chance&lt;br /&gt;You never reached the bottom, you've already&lt;br /&gt;grabbed a branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like you are nowhere, I too am&lt;br /&gt;lost I too don't know where the road is going&lt;br /&gt;Are we just going to turn around,&lt;br /&gt;Or are we gonna cross each other's path?&lt;br /&gt;Will we just let go of what we had&lt;br /&gt;Or go to the place where love is bound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I want to walk by your side&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me talk of something else&lt;br /&gt;It's you I want to talk with&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me fall for someone else&lt;br /&gt;It's you I want to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like wah~~~ when I read this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8965253-110589795419980835?l=cheechung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/feeds/110589795419980835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8965253&amp;postID=110589795419980835' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110589795419980835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110589795419980835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-one-is-good.html' title='This one is good.'/><author><name>Chee Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401512533281564795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8965253.post-110528937570952703</id><published>2005-01-10T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T00:49:35.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which way?</title><content type='html'>A lot had happened since the last few days and I dunno where to start typing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the day I am going to meet the A/P with regards to my academic studies. I am not very worried but I am still quite upset that I have to meet him... if only I have done better? I guess that this is the ultimate test of my faith.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In case there are some archery people that reads my blog, I informed the senior com and is moving to the back, which means I won't be training with you guys anymore. I hate to leave the team but I have to take care of my studies. I will be back for Indoor competition. Pray for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one occasion which I manage to talk with a more senior guy in my religion, which has more experience with Buddhist stuff. I asked him, if I have the power to exchange 1 life of either my family or friends for the 150,000 lives of the tsunami victims, and I opt not to exchange, am I being selfish? Can I still spread Buddhism this way? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer to me was "Yes". He told me that Buddhism don't go extreme ways, it seeks a balance.(which I don't really understand) This is not about being selfish, this is natural. So even if I choose not to save the lives of 150,000 people, I can still spread Buddhism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This enlighten me to a couple of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)I am not a saint, I am only human and I have desires and wants. I can only do what I can within my limits to help others. Failure to sacrifice oneself to help others does not make you less admirable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b)I must understand more in order to spread my faith.&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/8965253-110528937570952703?l=cheechung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/feeds/110528937570952703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8965253&amp;postID=110528937570952703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110528937570952703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110528937570952703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/2005/01/which-way.html' title='Which way?'/><author><name>Chee Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401512533281564795</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-8965253.post-110464761775990043</id><published>2005-01-02T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T14:33:37.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>新的一年，收拾心情，重新上路。</title><content type='html'>Hmm... a lot happened last year. I think a lot of things worth mentioning and recapping in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)First time I went out with a girl alone in 22 years (14 Jan),then spending the remaining of the year thinking of her.(She is attached)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Got my first archery medal.(in Jun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Establish my faith in Gohonzon again.(in Jan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Realise that you can only do your best, the rest is not up to you. At least you are able to hold up your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Went to Foam party with no foam (in Dec)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Went to Sunway Lagoon (in Dec)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Get confused time and again. (from June) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Perform infernal affairs(whole year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about summary for the whole year that I feel is worth mentioning... &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8965253-110464761775990043?l=cheechung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/feeds/110464761775990043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8965253&amp;postID=110464761775990043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110464761775990043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110464761775990043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title='新的一年，收拾心情，重新上路。'/><author><name>Chee Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401512533281564795</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-8965253.post-110382152913811545</id><published>2004-12-24T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T01:05:29.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happen to "All the best to her and her boyfriend"?</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I will be going to sunway lagoon. Not really excited about the trip as I am going with my parents. Should have just stayed home and lam nua. But anyway, I hope this will be an interesting trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am calmer than yesterday. Yesterday was really jialat, I realised that I am unable to think rationlly when she is around. I keep wondering if her "him" turns up for the KTV session will I be able to take it. The worst thing is my friends can't tell when to stop teasing. I am quite certain that I have given enough hints to not to disturb me, but somehow, they don't get it. &gt;&lt; I think one day I will eventually snap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend (Melissa) went yesterday. I think she needs to improve her Chinese to read the songs, but she is a fun friend to be with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Kung Fu hustle just now. It was bloody crappy. Don't watch it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8965253-110382152913811545?l=cheechung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/feeds/110382152913811545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8965253&amp;postID=110382152913811545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110382152913811545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110382152913811545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-happen-to-all-best-to-her-and-her.html' title='What happen to &quot;All the best to her and her boyfriend&quot;?'/><author><name>Chee Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401512533281564795</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-8965253.post-110310075168385499</id><published>2004-12-15T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T16:57:11.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money irony</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.... this whole day I have been staying at home doing little little things which I never have time to do, eg, wash the fan, wash my slippers, watch some vcds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning while thinking through I realise something about $. Those who know me know that I am not affluent in any way. I wondered why I don't bother to find work and earn money so that I can buy more stuff and go out more often. My parents have given me just enough for me to spend, with no excess. Although my mum often complain to me about the lack of $, we still get by.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that if I have to work to enjoy myself, i will simply opt to go out less often and be contented with the amount I am given. Is there anything wrong with this kind of mentality? I don't know. I know that if my family is in need and I have to work to feed my family, I will gladly do it. But if I have to work to enjoy myself later, the drive to work is distorted and simply not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crossed-examined myself, I am not a spoilt brat and demand fancy stuff. If my parents can sponser me something, all the better. If not, so be it... I don't smoke, I don't go out and cheong and I don't have a girlfriend. (which sometimes I wondered is good or bad) I wouldn't demand something from my parents, and there are not many things which I will deem as a "need", it is often more of a "want". Boring life? Maybe. But if I do not have a strong need of something, why would I work so hard for it? I think this is my character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually when I graduate I will go out and work and support my family and parents. This is my duty as a son and I will do it. But meanwhile, i would rather go out less often and be happy with $200 a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放弃生活享受，来享受生活.. I think this is just me.  &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/8965253-110310075168385499?l=cheechung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/feeds/110310075168385499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8965253&amp;postID=110310075168385499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110310075168385499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110310075168385499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/2004/12/money-irony.html' title='Money irony'/><author><name>Chee Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401512533281564795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8965253.post-110290312199595086</id><published>2004-12-13T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T10:30:51.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally the war is over...</title><content type='html'>Finally the war is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although we did not emerge victorious for several events, at least we put up a good fight. After all, we have only one week of preparation before the competiton. Next competition we will kick their asses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A few interesting events happened during the competition which I thought was worth sharing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a) A female friend (M) offered to apply muscle rub for me as my back was feeling funny on the first day of competition. I was thinking, "Why not?" until I realised her admirer, WB, (I doubt he is going to read my blog anyway) from NTU was approximately 10m in front of me, with his carbon-whatever arrows still in his quiver, and a open shot of my head. I can almost see the fire in his arrows when he destroyed the helpless 40cm target. The next thing I was thinking : Shit, another enemy made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;b) During the competition, I manage to hit my target for which I was rather happy, but I think I over-exerted myself. There was one particular arrow where my right shoulder just gave way when I anchor. Luckily it was not twisted, but I was really shocked when that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;c) Word I am thinking of at the shooting line: click, click, click....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Word I am thinking of when retrieving arrows: cut, cut, cut....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;d) The second day individual knock out the first match was against my senior (B). I managed to qualify for the knock out. I lost to him by 12 points, 140 to 152 I felt that it wasn't a good fight as I havent done my best. I will win him next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a good experience after all. Looking forward to more juniors shooting next competition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8965253-110290312199595086?l=cheechung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/feeds/110290312199595086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8965253&amp;postID=110290312199595086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110290312199595086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110290312199595086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/2004/12/finally-war-is-over.html' title='Finally the war is over...'/><author><name>Chee Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401512533281564795</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-8965253.post-110260237270235185</id><published>2004-12-09T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T22:26:12.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NTU, TP and Others..... 杀!</title><content type='html'>Just a few days before my competition my back have to feel funny. It is not sore, but it just feels funny. It is like a certain numbness... I was telling them that I was more worried about my fatherhood than the competition if this persists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was supposed to be my rest day but end up playing Mahjiong at Seng Kang. What's worse, I still lose money. Although it is not a lot, but still very "bu shuang".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there is no chance of winning, but I will attempt for a personal best of 480 / 600.  All the best to others as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the final countdown.&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/8965253-110260237270235185?l=cheechung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/feeds/110260237270235185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8965253&amp;postID=110260237270235185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110260237270235185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110260237270235185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/2004/12/ntu-tp-and-others.html' title='NTU, TP and Others..... 杀!'/><author><name>Chee Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401512533281564795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8965253.post-110215341653598467</id><published>2004-12-04T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T10:34:46.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder which one will break first?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I think I am testing which set of limbs will break first, the 1982 ones (my arms) or my Hoyt bow limbs. These few days have been shooting non stop until i can almost not feel my hands. I think tomolo I will take a break. Then monday shoot again. Then tuesday shoot again. Then wednesday shoot again.... until competition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The outing was sweet, but I am confused again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yesterday we went to my friend's chalet at Sentosa, I think we are a very bad bunch of friends, to his girlfriend, at least. As we cycle there, (genna caught by an Indian Jaga on the way in and were "escorted" out to buy the tickets by him on his car. I was wondering why the security at the main entrance never bother to give chase, in the end they are smarter than they look), we were sweaty and the moment we push our bicycle in, we took off our shirts without giving his girlfriend a damn. And then my friends start to smoke at the balcony. What could be worse? A couple romantic day together at the chalet was transformed into a 6 men brotherhood bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;In the end his girlfriend chose to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8965253-110215341653598467?l=cheechung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/feeds/110215341653598467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8965253&amp;postID=110215341653598467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110215341653598467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110215341653598467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-wonder-which-one-will-break-first.html' title='I wonder which one will break first?'/><author><name>Chee Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401512533281564795</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-8965253.post-110192070296689745</id><published>2004-12-02T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T01:27:00.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>考完的失落。。。</title><content type='html'>Today after my CS3251 paper I dont know why I am not exactly very excited, even if that is the last of my paper. I think I just have the feeling that I got nothing to do after this... Dont know, just not very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the finals for Singapore Idol, but heck, who cares? I guess I am one of the minority that don't really care whether the Malay or the Chinese win. In the end, I went downstairs to la kopi with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song by Steve Chou is good &lt;&lt;男人.海洋&gt;&gt;. I feel really lighten up whenever i hear this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... 最痴情的男人像海洋 爱在风暴里逞强&lt;br /&gt;苦还是风平浪静的模样 卷起了依恋那么长&lt;br /&gt;挥手目送你启航 到你觉得我给不了的天堂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;温柔的男人像海洋 爱在关键时隐藏&lt;br /&gt;而心酸汇集都敞开胸膛&lt;br /&gt;做远远看护的月光 不做阻挡你的墙&lt;br /&gt;我的爱是折下自己的翅膀 送给你飞翔. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to her wherever she goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8965253-110192070296689745?l=cheechung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/feeds/110192070296689745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8965253&amp;postID=110192070296689745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110192070296689745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110192070296689745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title='考完的失落。。。'/><author><name>Chee Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401512533281564795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8965253.post-110174541491408618</id><published>2004-11-30T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T00:23:34.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!@#$%^&amp;*........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This is one of the days when you just feel screwed up... the entire world has finished their exams and I am left here with 2 papers dangling on Wed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I was studying a biology module with my friend and half the time she is correcting my pronouciation of the biology terms, what the hell? This is not an oral paper? After that I resort to drawing and pointing to the terms as I was too embarassed to say the terms in front of her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Last Sat I went KTV with some friends. I can't believe that we actually jumped about the sofa like kids.  As usual, the KTV session comprises of no girls, and 6 guys can sing until so shag that the last hour we just sat and watched the MV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8965253-110174541491408618?l=cheechung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/feeds/110174541491408618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8965253&amp;postID=110174541491408618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110174541491408618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110174541491408618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post_30.html' title='!@#$%^&amp;*........'/><author><name>Chee Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401512533281564795</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-8965253.post-110130528952912942</id><published>2004-11-24T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T22:08:09.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>原来布罗克可以用华文写。。。</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just discovered that the blog can be written in Chinese... but too lazy to type anyway, so I guess I will attempt to write one chinese blog one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today I had my 1102. The paper was ok, and I was hoping for a B. Went to lunch with my friend as it is his birthday today... and we had a discussion what N.B.A. stands for. I got one week before my next paper. If there is any A's in this exams, it will have to come from these two papers. To quote my friend, "Onward with Study!!!" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8965253-110130528952912942?l=cheechung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/feeds/110130528952912942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8965253&amp;postID=110130528952912942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110130528952912942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110130528952912942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title='原来布罗克可以用华文写。。。'/><author><name>Chee Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401512533281564795</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-8965253.post-110105938756274473</id><published>2004-11-22T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T01:49:47.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awakening....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;When I told my mum my intention to sign on, she told me I am weak. She said that the war is not over yet, and if you planned to fail in the beginning, you &lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt; fail. This really jolt me out of my confusion. I am still in NUS? I  can graduate!! If I need to plan anything for the worse, plan it when I am kicked out! What for I worry now? In a sense, although my mum is not so well-educated, she can see things more clearly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So these few days I am giving out my best, wish me luck. And I read this line somewhere, the darker the night, the nearer the dawn. It will soon be over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8965253-110105938756274473?l=cheechung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/feeds/110105938756274473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8965253&amp;postID=110105938756274473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110105938756274473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110105938756274473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/2004/11/awakening.html' title='Awakening....'/><author><name>Chee Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401512533281564795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8965253.post-110087813635888888</id><published>2004-11-19T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T23:28:56.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NUS vs Siging on vs Army</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Today I took another not humanly possible paper... at least not Singaporeanly possible.. really hope they moderate the paper. Haizz... I spent a lot of time on it already leh... What to do? I have really tried hard. Yesterday, while studying, the thought of signing on with an A level cert came across my mind, if I really didn't make it. Perhaps life will be simpler, no? =  )  Have to really think about Poly vs Army, partly because I don't wanna waste my parents money anymore.  I really didnt think i am cut for study... (and william if you happen to read this, sorry, I won't consider MLM) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3 more papers to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And that time of the year is coming again. Chirstmas. I have a feeling that this Chirstmas I will spend with my di*k friends again. I took a clip last Chirstmas saying I am hoping to find a gf this year and all I genna was black humour, although not such a strong one. But I also sian... I think that bloody clip is cursed. Maybe I should say the reverse: I hope not to find a girlfriend for the next 10 years.... Maybe not, skali it works.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8965253-110087813635888888?l=cheechung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/feeds/110087813635888888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8965253&amp;postID=110087813635888888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110087813635888888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110087813635888888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/2004/11/nus-vs-siging-on-vs-army.html' title='NUS vs Siging on vs Army'/><author><name>Chee Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401512533281564795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8965253.post-110074681163374376</id><published>2004-11-18T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T11:00:11.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be positive and have the courage to believe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;These few days due to exams stress and everything made me think more about what exactly do I want in life. Fame? Fortune? Or anything like that? Till now, I still have no answer. Nonetheless, I will continue my search and along the way, refine my findings as at each stage of your life, you will want different things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I really admire those who seek to inspire people even under the stress. My friend who have strong faith (we are in the same religion) called me and encouraged me despite having exams himself. (Thanks, Teck Kiang) I am not quite sure whether I can inspire people like him, but that really helped me a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This phrase is what I realised while thinking really through. Be positive about everything you do and have the courage to believe that anything can happen. Even if you have failed, you have done your best. It's not about how heavy you fall,it's about how you picked yourself up after that.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8965253-110074681163374376?l=cheechung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/feeds/110074681163374376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8965253&amp;postID=110074681163374376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110074681163374376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110074681163374376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/2004/11/be-positive-and-have-courage-to.html' title='Be positive and have the courage to believe.'/><author><name>Chee Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401512533281564795</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-8965253.post-110053768309556956</id><published>2004-11-16T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T00:54:43.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Today my day is simple. Eat, sleep, study, eat sleep study.... I was wondering how come life can be so simple if you choose it that way. I clocked slightly short of my target... but good nonetheless... tomolo going back to school to study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I found that relationship is a tiring thing sometimes. Especially seeing my friend genna this near exams is worse. I hope he picks himself up fast and don't think too much about it, although often easier said than done... But the only person that can get him out of this is himself... Once he got through this, he will be so much stronger.  Like we always said,"What doesn't kill you will make you stronger." But before that, take your time to heal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My friend was saying that we should torch the alter, as it is bloody unlucky. I kinda agree with him.  It is a place where often the fallen heros' spirits  rest and wait for reincarnation. For our case, all those who went it... haven't come out of it yet. (Damn, we take damn long to revive).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8965253-110053768309556956?l=cheechung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/feeds/110053768309556956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8965253&amp;postID=110053768309556956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110053768309556956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110053768309556956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/2004/11/simple-day.html' title='Simple Day'/><author><name>Chee Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401512533281564795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8965253.post-110035364303116218</id><published>2004-11-13T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T21:47:23.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is in his Heaven. All's right with the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Just finished studying in the library... not so sure whether it is effective.  But nonetheless, I will continue try hard for the next few days. Today is one !#$%^&amp;*  long day...  I know one of my best friends is troubled by relationship problem. I knew that when he bit me in the library. Well, if you are reading this: there is only so much you can do. If you are still not her choice after so long,  move on. I know this is the hardest phase, trust me, I really know. (I was under her spell for one plus year also) And, last words of advice.  You don't have ESP, don't think and guess. ASK HER (after the exams, that is) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Tomolo is another day of studying. This is really tormenting.... I finally realise one fundamental problem with me when I was thinking it through yesterday night. I keep asking myself: How do you have faith and trust on something when on that one crucial time when you need it most, it abandons you? And all the miracles others talk about and are supposed to happen when you believe in it, it never did. How can I believe wholeheartedly in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8965253-110035364303116218?l=cheechung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/feeds/110035364303116218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8965253&amp;postID=110035364303116218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110035364303116218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/110035364303116218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/2004/11/god-is-in-his-heaven-alls-right-with.html' title='God is in his Heaven. All&apos;s right with the world.'/><author><name>Chee Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401512533281564795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8965253.post-109992840656074113</id><published>2004-11-09T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T23:40:06.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close shave..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;I realised that I have been updating my blog more frequently than other friends... I guessed it is because I keep a diary as well and it is merely cutting and pasting from my diary. This blog is definitely a shorter version and not as complete, but anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;Today I have a long day studying and I am not sure how much went in. Going to study again later.I realised that it is good to have friends when you study. I fell asleep in the library just now and luckily my friend immediately woke me up when I started snoring. According to him, it was quite loud. If not, I think I won't be going to Central Library for quite some time...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8965253-109992840656074113?l=cheechung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/feeds/109992840656074113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8965253&amp;postID=109992840656074113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/109992840656074113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/109992840656074113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/2004/11/close-shave.html' title='Close shave..'/><author><name>Chee Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401512533281564795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8965253.post-109982632903048353</id><published>2004-11-08T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T22:59:29.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprised again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yesterday was my practical exam. I realised that in SOC, you can never be prepared for an exams unless you are from China, Vietnam or India. I thought I was well prepared for the exams until the question ask for something else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;DAMN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now I am at PGP canteen studying with a friend. Rushing out a project which is due this Friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I was hoping that I can have more time to prepare for exams, since I have S-Ued this project module. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8965253-109982632903048353?l=cheechung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/feeds/109982632903048353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8965253&amp;postID=109982632903048353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/109982632903048353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/109982632903048353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/2004/11/surprised-again.html' title='Surprised again.'/><author><name>Chee Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401512533281564795</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-8965253.post-109967728994682177</id><published>2004-11-06T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T01:54:49.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprised.</title><content type='html'>Today I wanted to surprise my dad and bought a cake for him... It’s his birthday today and I sneaked the cake into my house through the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I was the one who genna surprised. He said that he wanted to go out and said it was ok not to cut the cake. Damn. In the end I was the one who cut the cake and ate the first slice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I asked my brother “Aye, you know whose birthday is it tomolo or not?” and he told me,"Yah, my friend Yvonne". I was like,"S***, its ni lao bei birthday tomolo leh. All you think of is woman. " Kids nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8965253-109967728994682177?l=cheechung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/feeds/109967728994682177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8965253&amp;postID=109967728994682177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/109967728994682177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/109967728994682177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/2004/11/surprised.html' title='Surprised.'/><author><name>Chee Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401512533281564795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8965253.post-109948897596417534</id><published>2004-11-04T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T21:36:15.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma Ma hen...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night, mum sounds damn excited that the guy is here to book people’s cars. She was flustering around like a mother hen at around 2 am and I have no idea what she wants. I have to ask her to keep quiet and then ask her what she wants. She says she will wait for me downstairs and then she rushed downstairs. I was like ??? Then I followed her downstairs and then put the parking coupons onto father’s lorry. We were lucky that we didn’t get the summon, although the person was right besides my father’s lorry. But seeing my mum flustering was quite interesting though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that happened is my brother lost a chain. What irritates me is not the losing chain part but his refusal to admit that he lost the chain and insist he knows nothing about it. It reminds me when he played around with my phone last time ang got it PUK locked and then insist he got nothing to do with it. Then later he asked mum to tell me that he did it. I was damn irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon my sore throat didn’t get better and it is like tearing when I attempt to yawn. Damn, and I stayed in the stupid lab from 12 to 4. !@#$%^&amp;......  I think I will watch Jurassic Park III later. Exams? What exams?&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/8965253-109948897596417534?l=cheechung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/feeds/109948897596417534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8965253&amp;postID=109948897596417534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/109948897596417534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/109948897596417534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/2004/11/ma-ma-hen.html' title='Ma Ma hen...'/><author><name>Chee Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401512533281564795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8965253.post-109933078217632611</id><published>2004-11-02T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T01:39:42.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just started...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thought this blogging thing is fun so trying it out...&lt;br /&gt;hope I will continue to type this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8965253-109933078217632611?l=cheechung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/feeds/109933078217632611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8965253&amp;postID=109933078217632611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/109933078217632611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8965253/posts/default/109933078217632611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheechung.blogspot.com/2004/11/just-started.html' title='Just started...'/><author><name>Chee Chung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401512533281564795</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>
