<?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-8538183</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:30:02.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tianlei ~ Rock Your World!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>I do not like spammers. I do not like smokers. I do not like Nazeera Parveen. I do not like beggers with no problems (physically). I do not like eating too much chocolate. I do not like Ba Kut Teh. I do not like back-stabbers. I do not like my sister. I do not like people who have to resort to underhand means to get what they want.I do not like teachers who are ignorant in nature. I do not like people who ask me a lot of questions. I do not like George W. Bush.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tianlei.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8538183/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tianlei.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>T!@NL3!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848173027239958196</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8538183.post-112588181410069926</id><published>2005-09-04T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T21:57:00.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea for DotA.</title><content type='html'>Scourge Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death, The Grim Reaper.&lt;br /&gt;Agility Based Melee Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death always comes to collect the souls of the Fallen.. But recently, Death has been getting humiliated by the altars. They revive fallen Heroes and he can do nothing about it. Now, burning with anger, he has come up to the Frozen Throne itself, bartering a price. Now, he has joined on the Scourge's side, promised with the price of the Sentinel's souls if he destroys the World Tree. Cursed with the power of Death itself, the Grim Reaper is a dangerous hero for anyone to face. Witnesses who have seen the Grim Reaper and came back alive, came back useless, their minds shattered by the screams of the dead, their soul shattered by the very swipe of his blade.. But many never made it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting Stats:&lt;br /&gt;Strength: 22 + 2&lt;br /&gt;Agility: 25 + 3.5 &lt;br /&gt;Intelligence: 22 + 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Screams of the Damned&lt;/strong&gt; - Cost 80/95/110/125 mana&lt;br /&gt;Curses a hero, allowing him or her to hear the screams of the dead. They stop moving and lose control over all attacks and magic for a short duration of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasts 3/4/5/6 seconds. Cooldown is 15 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reaper's Scythe&lt;/strong&gt; - Cost 100/120/140/160 mana&lt;br /&gt;The Reaper empowers his weapon, sending a slash of death waving in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does 100/175/250/300 damage in a cone, range 700. Cooldown is 12 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bloodless Slash&lt;/strong&gt; - Cost 90/90/90/90 mana&lt;br /&gt;Some people have seen the Reaper disappear, only to teleport behind a enemy and slash him down. The Reaper blinks, slashes a hero and blinks back to his original position before anyone can touch him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does 125/150/175/200% damage. Range is 800. Cooldown of 12 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate-&lt;strong&gt;Sea of Dead&lt;/strong&gt; - Cost 250/400/550&lt;br /&gt;The Grim Reaper summons the Denziens of the doomed to help him. Hands pop out of the ground, grabbing anything around and pulls them down to join them.&lt;br /&gt;Hands grabs the person underground, where he can be seen by the Grim Reaper. Once inside, he takes 50/75/100 damage per second for 5 seconds before he is released. While underground, he cannot do anything. Effects all enemies in a 500 radius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damage of 50/75/100 damage. Cooldown of 60 seconds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8538183-112588181410069926?l=tianlei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tianlei.blogspot.com/feeds/112588181410069926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8538183&amp;postID=112588181410069926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8538183/posts/default/112588181410069926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8538183/posts/default/112588181410069926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tianlei.blogspot.com/2005/09/idea-for-dota.html' title='Idea for DotA.'/><author><name>T!@NL3!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848173027239958196</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-8538183.post-111807620340211566</id><published>2005-06-06T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T09:43:23.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers to the three riddles</title><content type='html'>Umm.. You are all guessing so hard, and It's been so long.. ok. The first one? It's the Ying Yang circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. The one, the 'it is everywhere' one? That ones easy. Its shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one,  the toughie? Well, that one is easy. This word has three meanings. Crab, cancer, and the cancer zodiac. It's Carcinos, the greek legend, which spawned all three words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the numbers one? 1+1? That one's the greek legend, Hercules, slaying the Hydra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8538183-111807620340211566?l=tianlei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tianlei.blogspot.com/feeds/111807620340211566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8538183&amp;postID=111807620340211566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8538183/posts/default/111807620340211566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8538183/posts/default/111807620340211566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tianlei.blogspot.com/2005/06/answers-to-three-riddles.html' title='Answers to the three riddles'/><author><name>T!@NL3!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848173027239958196</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-8538183.post-111796444366377737</id><published>2005-06-06T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T09:34:05.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional me..</title><content type='html'>Ahh... Back again for another round. Just finished my YCF gym training, tired out. I have been thinking a lot these few months that I had not blogged for. One of the things I keep thinking about is the fact that even though I'm interested in girls, I have little or no reason to pursue them. I thought that it was because I was not mature enough. I waited till I was sixteen, but still, even with this degree of maturity, I can't bring myself to actually date another girl. I looked long and hard into my heart. And I finally found the problem. It's something deep inside me.. That cinch in my heart had already been taken up long ago. No, not by my mother, and no, not by some superstar that all you guys are just frothing to be with. It's a long story, so sit back, and for the girls, you may want to take out some tissue paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. well.. Where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was when I was very young. I remember myself joining the Soka Kindergarden when I was about 5. On the first day, when I entered this bus, I remembered seeing all of us different children, huddled in our own corners. I sat with another boy. A boy, who is now my best friend, Melvin Tan. I first got to know him when I introduced myself during class. We were all made to wear cute little nametags, and I saw his name clearly. He was a quiet guy, while I was the opposite, quite hyper, in fact. There was a moment, where I don't clearly remember, but at that time, he was as blur as a sotong. He fell asleep in the school bus at one time, and when he woke up, he found himself in a bus park. The drivers came back to see him crying. LOL. Oh well, suffice it to say we got along well.. This continued till we were in Kindergarden 2. And so did others. There were two rowdy kids, one in my batch, and one still in the Kindergarden 1 batch. The K2 one was Alvin, while the K1 was named something with a B in front.. I think it was Brandon. Also, there were other people who clicked, such as my Japanese friend, Sakura, clicking with another girl named Yi Wei. This was the girl I liked. I didn't know it then, but I think it was love at first sight. From the time when I can remember, She and I had been quite good friends. She lived a few blocks away from me, so she was practically my neighbour. And my mother had a steady relationship with her mother. she was quite quiet, and quite shy too. She was one of those who would sit alone or with Sakura. I remember the day when she realised that I liked her. It was in K2, when Alvin and Brandon had formed a notorious relationship. They both became bullies, and they especially liked to bully Melvin and me. I always was the one who used fists, and Melvin was the one to huddle up and take it, so he and I became best friends that way, he using my protection. So one day, they changed targets, and started to bully her. HER, of all people. Suffice it to say that we were, once again, fighting. I didn't know how I did it, but I was so infuriated, that I managed to floor the both of them. I was all fists, whirlwinding my fists up, down, left and right, taking punches like a punching bag, and returning twice the punishment in half the time. The bus Auntie scolded us, and threatened to cane us, so they retreated to their own corner. I was a little bruised, so I sat down with Melvin, triumphant in defending her honor. Slowly, she also sat closer. We liked to sit at the back, and she would sit one row from the back, and we would joke and play games. We were left quite peaceful ,after that punch-up with those two moros, except for a few skirmishes, or the bus auntie scolding us loudly for making so much noise at the back. I remember doing silly things for her. One time, one of Yi Wei's golden bell earrings broke, and the golden bell dropped on the bus. She began to cry, saying that her mother would punish her. I recall searching with my hands and ears under all the seats, looking up and down for that one little golden bell. I searched until we were nearing her house, and she was looking increasingly downcast, when I found that little critter. The thing was rolling all over the place, and I was trying to catch it, only to grab thin air. I fixed her earring in the nick of time, as she allowed me to meddle with it, watching me intently. Her mother never noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by, we started doing little things for each other. I used to hate to go for marketing, but her house was near it, and she owned a provision store, and my mother always made it a point to dilly-dally at that shop, talking to her mother. So, we would always go out and play while they were talking about all things under the sky. Soon, the second term came and went. During the third term, I always got onto the bus and waited by the door, for her to enter a little while afterwards. As for going home, I would sit with her and chat (We took over the entire backseat.), till she was about to get off. Then, I would look out the window, looking as she walked home. She made it a point to wave to me whenever she got off. Sakura also joined us, and were we a merry bunch. We would take turns to play with each other, and at school, during PE, I would be digging a hole in the sand, while she built a sandcastle. That was the time when I was truly carefree. Soon, I began sharing some goodies with her, like sneaking sweets or biscuits to her. We also shared lunches, and  she would give me some of her food, and I would offer her the parts which she liked.. Ahh.. Recollecting this is nice, it's like a sweet dream.. A sweet and tender dream. I remember feeling a warm pulse in my heart whenever she was around.. a kind glow shone from her.. like a angel.. Ahh.. those were the times when I was actually basking in true love. It was definitely not infatuation on my part. this carried on till we graduated. I remember President Ikeda actually coming to shake our hands.. That was so fun! Oops.. sorry, I'm sounding like a kid again. After that, she went to a different school, but I would still see her every week, when my mother went to do the shopping. During thse times, it was running up and down the dragon skeleton, and using our imagination to create stuff. During those times, it seemed to end all too quickly, when my mother would ask me to go back. I would stay for a while afterwards, giving my mother some reason or another, like I wanted to go to the pet shop or something. Ahh... It was nice being with her.. A warm part of my heart still holds those sweet childhood memories.. Such a nice memory lingers long.. We were together for 3 years.. a long time to be together.. And the feeling was always there. All this continued till Primary 2, near the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tragedy struck. No, I'm not kidding.. it really happened. Not like your drama mama kind, like me flirting with a girl or such, or she coming down with a fatal disease.. But it was worse, much worse. Her parents, while on a boat trip, got caught in a storm, and the boat capsized. Both drowned.. Their bodies were never recovered. I was sad, because her mother had also treated me as a good friend, she had always been kind. But what happened next was really, the bottom of the pits. She became reclused, and did not tend to the store, but grieving for her parents. I continued going to the store, but I never once saw her there. When I asked her auntie where she was, the auntie would say that she had gone out, or she was studying. The auntie looked away when she was telling me this, and I knew that she was lying. But what could I do? I stayed at the playground where she used to play, but never once more did she came out to play. One year passed, with me eagerly waiting to see her cheerful face. Then I managed to catch a glimpse of her.. and it broke my heart to see her suffering, seeing her a shadow of her former cheerful self. She was still grieving, after a year of her parents death. She was soulless, a shell in the existence of this life. When I went up to her, she looked at me as if I were a stranger, then went back to her house.. At that time, I was shattered.. into a million pieces. A girl, no. MY girl, after a long relationship, lasting through 3 years of time, suddenly severed the relationship in that instance. I was left alone, dangling on my end of the rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She moved out soon after this, but still I waited outside the shop, even though someone else had taken it.. Slowly, it dawned on me. She had left because of the memories, and was never coming back. I gave up. I became reclused, like her. I became a bully, a sexist, and a violent person, always thinking of death. I was trying to get back at the world. I vented my anger on the teachers, the students, and especially the girls. I did everything I could have done to make me forget. Slowly, the memories of her sunk to the bottom of my heart, a resting place for the childhood memories, and I absorbed myself in work and play.. I'm sorry.. I'm overwhelmed by my feelings.... I need to relax for a while, before I start crying in front of the computer screen... And my mother comes out and sees this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her a few years later, at a Student's division meeting. She acted as if I was not there. But by then, I hated her.. Hated her for breaking my heart. But still, in my heart, I loved her. The shell, like me, and absorbed herself in work and play.. She was no longer the person I loved.. A ghost, living in this world. But still, I could not forget her. She had been etched into my memory with a red-hot steel brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I bare my heart to all of you readers.. I'm sorry, I need to take another break.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bare my heart to all of you readers.. to all my friends.. May you understand the pain in my heart.. The scar Yi Wei left behind.. Sorry.. I'm tearing.. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================&lt;br /&gt;I'm back.. After half a day of looking back, I'm finally done.. Well, all that I can say about this is that I have poured my heart out to you guys. It depends on whether you will understand this. The problem is that Yi Wei will always have that little place in my heart.. Until I find someone that can actually replace her.. Who am I kidding? Oh well.. there's only a remote chance that I'll actually forget about her. Also, I have this to say. A relationship should be build only when you both have feelings for each other. Don't treat a relationship like test-driving a car. One drive, and it's over.. Look into your heart, you know it to be true.. As for me.. Well.. I'll try the best I can. Till then.. I may date, but without all my heart put into it.. well.. It'll fail. For certain. Ta-ta, till I found the one that can replace HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing.. I've thought about it. If I'm correct.. Ahh, yes. I had a relationship earlier, and at a much younger age, than anyone I've known, that I can boast.. Oh well.. I love her still. The girl of my past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8538183-111796444366377737?l=tianlei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tianlei.blogspot.com/feeds/111796444366377737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8538183&amp;postID=111796444366377737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8538183/posts/default/111796444366377737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8538183/posts/default/111796444366377737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tianlei.blogspot.com/2005/06/emotional-me.html' title='Emotional me..'/><author><name>T!@NL3!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848173027239958196</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-8538183.post-111056752579518548</id><published>2005-03-15T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T11:58:59.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little help please..</title><content type='html'>You all may have noticed that my blog has no tags to other blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a problem. (This bad memory is doing me no good..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help.. Please?? I need all available blog links posted on this blog.. If you can donate some, that would be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came home from camp about 3 hours ago. Sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am at home, updating my blog. It's going to be a busy week.. No rest for me.. boo hoo.. Sai Kang Warrior.. Well, that's life.. Tomorrow I really have nothing on, but I'm just prepping myself up for the Cannon on Sunday.. Great.. Not only do I have to throw someone up onto another's shoulder and catch him when he falls down, but they want to make it a 4 level tower.. 3 levels is already hard enough for us to throw up.. We need someone with superhuman strength to throw the top guy if its a 4 level tower..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;-- Topman (how the hell he gonna get up there?! Fly?!)&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;-- I throwing 3rd or &lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;-- 2nd man.. then catching tham..&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;-- Base man really must tahan ar.. 120kg at least.. on his shoulder too.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Worse, the Cannon.. who knows what is going to happen? Throwing someone may be fun, but injuries must be prevented.. But when a guy is flying through air, he cannot control himself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta sleep.. I think I sick... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended on 3:00 am, March 12 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Revived on 7:00 pm, March 12 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I feel cold.. Going to bath soon.. Woke up 4:00 pm. Call from Yi An. Tired, dishevelled and feeling sick. Guess this 1 week holiday will suck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about some things here.. Calculating things in my mind. Some really messed up thoughts going through my head just now.. This sickness messing my train of thought. A little feverish, maybe a little unstable in thought and emotions, tired beyond comprehension, with a tiny splinter in my hand from the other day that is really starting to bother me. I wish I really had a penknife right now.. Or a razor. I want to extract this splinter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp was an eye-opener. You need to be there. The experience is really undescribable, especially on a simple blog like this.. I'll just summarise the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1245 hrs - end of school, ventures cannot assemble together as the Wan added another period because she felt like it. Damn her.&lt;br /&gt;1320 hrs - Finally Wan released the Band 4 students. Realised that only Joshua, Gabriel T, Jonathan, Maurice and me going to APSN Delta.&lt;br /&gt;1330 hrs - Headed out in 851 towards Tiong Baru.&lt;br /&gt;1445 hrs - Reached Tiong Baru. Ate and walked to Delta.&lt;br /&gt;1500 hrs - Reached Delta. Met with Wei Yi, Terence and Gavin. Got a little briefing.&lt;br /&gt;1515 hrs - Job of teaching the Delta scouts delegated to Jonathan. &lt;br /&gt;1520 hrs - Went up to the classroom. 20 Delta scouts. Asmin in charge. Introduced ourselves. Found out there were 4 patrols. Lion, Tiger, Panther and Leopard.&lt;br /&gt;1530 hrs - Went to OC. After OC, went up to classroom to begin First Aid lesson.&lt;br /&gt;1535 hrs - Begun lesson. Intitally slow, soon the lesson got going.&lt;br /&gt;1545 hrs - Teaching them items in the First Aid box. Made it into a game.&lt;br /&gt;1600 hrs - Taught them how to bandage wounds. Only taught two types with our scarfs, the arm sling and the head bandage.&lt;br /&gt;1610 hrs - Asmin, Joshua, Jon and I each took one patrol to teach.&lt;br /&gt;1630 hrs - Taught them. We held a competition on bandages. Leopard won.&lt;br /&gt;1700 hrs - Took a break.&lt;br /&gt;1730 hrs - Started cooking course. The ASPN students uninterested. We had hotdogs on rusty skewers. Tasted good. Someone (forgot who) suggested baked banana with chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;1815 hrs - Started baking the banana. Ate it.&lt;br /&gt;1830 hrs - Played with the fire.&lt;br /&gt;1850 hrs - Got craving for chocolate. Placed chocolate in aluminium foil. Dumped it in the embers.&lt;br /&gt;1900 hrs - Got an order to have our dinner. Took out the chocolate. Ate it. Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;1910 hrs - Went to dinner. Food infinitely better than our own scout camp food.&lt;br /&gt;2000 hrs - Started the campfire. ASPN people unresponsive.&lt;br /&gt;2100 hrs - Ended when they just left..&lt;br /&gt;2100 to 2200 hrs - talked cock.&lt;br /&gt;2200 hrs - Had to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8538183-111056752579518548?l=tianlei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tianlei.blogspot.com/feeds/111056752579518548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8538183&amp;postID=111056752579518548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8538183/posts/default/111056752579518548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8538183/posts/default/111056752579518548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tianlei.blogspot.com/2005/03/little-help-please.html' title='A little help please..'/><author><name>T!@NL3!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848173027239958196</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-8538183.post-111079449219348425</id><published>2005-03-14T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T02:01:32.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired, pissed off and aching all over...</title><content type='html'>Man... I feel so tired today.. Well, at least I slept enough today. Yesterday's training was so back-breaking.. Throwing people, catching people and throwing them again. Doing all that while sick and sleepy too. (I never slept that night.. kept having to go to the toilet..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, just now at about 5:15 pm, that bastard Gabriel Tam called me again. It seems that there was Job Week from Sat to Tues, starting 2 days ago. NO ONE FUCKING INFORMED ME?! Even worse, I wanted to get my silver, but that bastard only informed me today.. I want to KILL someone... ARGH! Even worse, Wednesday got Pionnering course and again, no one informed me.. I wish I can crucify Gabriel.. A fitting end to him.. I'm very VERY pissed off right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to meet those bastards in Bishan to collect my Job Week card. Sometimes I wished I was the secetary, so that I can get the information before all others.. At the least I could get the information at least quickly, that I wouldn't be kept in the dark about all these things.. Now, I have to go and bath, then proceed to Bishan to meet them. (and possibly kill them...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8538183-111079449219348425?l=tianlei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tianlei.blogspot.com/feeds/111079449219348425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8538183&amp;postID=111079449219348425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8538183/posts/default/111079449219348425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8538183/posts/default/111079449219348425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tianlei.blogspot.com/2005/03/tired-pissed-off-and-aching-all-over.html' title='Tired, pissed off and aching all over...'/><author><name>T!@NL3!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848173027239958196</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-8538183.post-111046097208679138</id><published>2005-03-10T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T05:59:35.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling down?</title><content type='html'>Are you feeling down, depressed and/or wish like hurting someone? Do you feel useless, dead tired or like your heart has broken in two? Do you want to die, kill someone, cry or laugh maniacaly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well! Never fear, Tianlei will find the solution for you! With my customised way of alleviating your feelings, I will find a way! Just tell me everything! Post an e-mail, send snail mail or come in person! I will definitely lend you a hand, a shoulder to cry on, a punching bag to vent your anger on!!! (Just don't punch too hard and don't aim at my head..) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Thursday. Tomorrow I will be going to Delta Senior School to start my camp. Right now, I feel lifeless, like something suddenly drained me of my lifeforce.. I'm too tired to think.. I need all my willpower just to type.. I'm sorry, but I really have blogger's block right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for my birthday to arrive.. I want to make it the biggest birthday so far. I'm making up an invitation list.. It will not be biased. (maybe just a little biased.. absolutely no sign of Nazeera or her friends, that's for sure..) Maybe I will invite teachers too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one riddle today.. So sorry that my riddles are so hard.. I'll try making it easier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hint: this is about Heracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 = 2&lt;br /&gt;2 = 3&lt;br /&gt;3 = 4&lt;br /&gt;4 = 5&lt;br /&gt;5 = 6&lt;br /&gt;6 = 7&lt;br /&gt;7 = 8&lt;br /&gt;8 = 9&lt;br /&gt;9 + fire = 0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8538183-111046097208679138?l=tianlei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tianlei.blogspot.com/feeds/111046097208679138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8538183&amp;postID=111046097208679138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8538183/posts/default/111046097208679138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8538183/posts/default/111046097208679138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tianlei.blogspot.com/2005/03/feeling-down.html' title='Feeling down?'/><author><name>T!@NL3!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848173027239958196</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-8538183.post-111003631291192892</id><published>2005-03-05T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T07:25:12.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring.... zz.....</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gymnastics classes coming up on Sunday.. Boo hoo hooo... But for YCF, it's worth it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. what to do.. what to do... Catch a movie? Nah.. Chat with people on MSN? No, not really.. Play my newly bought AVP 2? Later.. Go on the net? Been there, done that.. Spam my friends with useless messages? Nope. So.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................&lt;br /&gt;................................&lt;br /&gt;................................&lt;br /&gt;.....................Got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's give a few riddles! Now, what to give, what to give.. It cannot be too simple. (that's for sure.) So.. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! Here's one to get it started. Pure and simple, this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness and light live side by side.&lt;br /&gt;In the light, there is darkness.&lt;br /&gt;And in the darkness, there is light.&lt;br /&gt;Forming the all eternal circle of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another one. Let's make this tougher, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;Yet nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;It is everything,&lt;br /&gt;yet nothing.&lt;br /&gt;It is natural,&lt;br /&gt;Yet unnatural.&lt;br /&gt;Death does not affect it.&lt;br /&gt;Yet life gives birth to it.&lt;br /&gt;You don't even notice that it is there.&lt;br /&gt;Yet without it, you feel awkward.&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by it, you feel scared.&lt;br /&gt;In it, you feel small.&lt;br /&gt;Sealed with it, you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toughest one i can think up of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in the stars,&lt;br /&gt;In the seas,&lt;br /&gt;And in life itself.&lt;br /&gt;People look up to it. &lt;br /&gt;Worship it.&lt;br /&gt;Are scared of it.&lt;br /&gt;Get killed by it.&lt;br /&gt;Eat and are eaten by it.&lt;br /&gt;With it, it can be cured.&lt;br /&gt;With it, they plot the skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Now I got to sleep and prepare for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the answer to the second riddle that I posted last time was Mr Quek (the second one) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8538183-111003631291192892?l=tianlei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tianlei.blogspot.com/feeds/111003631291192892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8538183&amp;postID=111003631291192892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8538183/posts/default/111003631291192892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8538183/posts/default/111003631291192892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tianlei.blogspot.com/2005/03/boring-zz.html' title='Boring.... zz.....'/><author><name>T!@NL3!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848173027239958196</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-8538183.post-110943658764201897</id><published>2005-02-27T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T08:49:47.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning?</title><content type='html'>Ahh... A clean slate on which to start my new blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year.&lt;br /&gt;A new purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;A new friend.&lt;br /&gt;A new motto.&lt;br /&gt;A new infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodle doodle doodle... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first. Everyone has a new year resolution. Mine is simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15= Not Mature Enough, Needs A Few Months To Age..&lt;br /&gt;16= Fun Time. And During The Mid-Year Exam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised two things. &lt;br /&gt;1: Writing in riddles is fun.&lt;br /&gt;2: Letting people guess your riddle is even funnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.. I have a small riddle for all of you. Guess who it refers to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 and 1&lt;br /&gt;That was the question,&lt;br /&gt;Is the answer,&lt;br /&gt;And could be the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one, another person. This guy is famous. In our school at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong in looks,&lt;br /&gt;Weakling in measure.&lt;br /&gt;Short in size,&lt;br /&gt;Tall in stature.&lt;br /&gt;Recess is a battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;Commandos eluding the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;Always get sniffed out by his dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn.. That's enough for now. I go sleep.. Tommorow is going to be busy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8538183-110943658764201897?l=tianlei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tianlei.blogspot.com/feeds/110943658764201897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8538183&amp;postID=110943658764201897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8538183/posts/default/110943658764201897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8538183/posts/default/110943658764201897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tianlei.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning?'/><author><name>T!@NL3!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848173027239958196</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>
