<?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-14409779</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:12:48.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d|aOz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409779/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>d|aOz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988879321717472156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409779.post-112679047591517868</id><published>2005-09-15T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T21:21:15.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being fit is........?</title><content type='html'>i was checking out my friend's blog and i saw her remarks about an article in reader's digest.. So i decided to view it myself.. and i found it quite interesting.. What is being fit? your immediate response would be being slim? It is not mandatory for one to be slim in order to be fit. But it is one of the factors. Being slim does not portray a healthy, fit you. It is how much u r engaged in sports and exercise.. also how balanced your diet is.. which means, three abundant meals per day, and doing sports three times a week. Some people are not confident and are not comfortable with their weight and size. Hence, they refrain from even trying to be fit. They fear that people will give negative comments. Being fit helps one to adapt a higher self-esteem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409779-112679047591517868?l=undefinite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinite.blogspot.com/feeds/112679047591517868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409779&amp;postID=112679047591517868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409779/posts/default/112679047591517868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409779/posts/default/112679047591517868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinite.blogspot.com/2005/09/being-fit-is.html' title='being fit is........?'/><author><name>d|aOz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988879321717472156</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-14409779.post-112636333308337529</id><published>2005-09-10T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T21:22:09.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i came across this song and i thought that it's really nice and that the lyrics are worth posting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears In Heaven&lt;br /&gt;by Eric Clapton and Will Jennings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you know my name&lt;br /&gt;If I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Would it be the same&lt;br /&gt;If I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;I must be strong&lt;br /&gt;And carry on,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;Here in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Would you hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;If I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Would you help me stand&lt;br /&gt;If I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;I'll find my way&lt;br /&gt;Through night and day,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know I just can't stay&lt;br /&gt;Here in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Time can bring you down,&lt;br /&gt;Time can bend your knees.&lt;br /&gt;Time can break your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Have you begging please, begging please.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the door,&lt;br /&gt;There's peace I'm sure,&lt;br /&gt;And I know there'll be no more&lt;br /&gt;Tears in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Would you know my name&lt;br /&gt;If I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Would it be the same&lt;br /&gt;If I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;I must be strong&lt;br /&gt;And carry on,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;Here in heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409779-112636333308337529?l=undefinite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinite.blogspot.com/feeds/112636333308337529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409779&amp;postID=112636333308337529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409779/posts/default/112636333308337529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409779/posts/default/112636333308337529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinite.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-came-across-this-song-and-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>d|aOz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988879321717472156</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-14409779.post-112636253085983260</id><published>2005-09-10T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T22:28:50.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;(^(0o)^)&gt;</title><content type='html'>today's e last day of NCC camp.. phew at last.. i have to say dat these few days, ive been really tired.. slping at 12 and waking up so early.. and the worst thing is... MY HAIR... it sux big time.. i hate it.. i think ill have to wait till the end of next month for it to grow back.. and hopefully, no one will cut it again.. how am i supposed to go out tmr?!! it's so embarassing.. i have to get a cap.. lol.. the hairstyle makes me look chubbier.. grr.. but im glad dat the day after tmr, school's re-opening.. yess!!!!! ^^ finally!! buhhbye boredom!! hello, maths, chemistry, english, mother tongue.. blah blah.. ok wadever.. i think dat's abt all for today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409779-112636253085983260?l=undefinite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinite.blogspot.com/feeds/112636253085983260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409779&amp;postID=112636253085983260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409779/posts/default/112636253085983260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409779/posts/default/112636253085983260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinite.blogspot.com/2005/09/todays-e-last-day-of-ncc-camp.html' title='&lt;(^(0o)^)&gt;'/><author><name>d|aOz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988879321717472156</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-14409779.post-112607351159520810</id><published>2005-09-07T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T14:11:51.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEHE....</title><content type='html'>i had camp today... tiring.. =( 4 more days to the opening of sch.. it's like im doing the same things everyday.. nth special happened these few days.. *grr* i watched "one more chance" yesterday, with some of my friends.. my indo friend called in the middle of e movie.. actually she called my other friend's phone, then my friend passed it to me.. she didnt recognise my voice though.. (disappointing).. But she hung up aft knowing that we're watchin a movie.. she said she wished she was there.. too bad she's in indo.. But she's probably be having fun herself, i can tell from her voice.. well actually, her friend was driving.. or shud i say TRYING TO DRIVE.. but the car sorta jerked.. bleahxx.. oh and i gotta remind myself to liquid off the errors dat i made for my assignment yesterday.. actually, there's no need for worries cos i've asked my friend who has "EXCELLENT MEMORY" to remind me.. wakkaa.. guess dat's all for today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409779-112607351159520810?l=undefinite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinite.blogspot.com/feeds/112607351159520810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409779&amp;postID=112607351159520810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409779/posts/default/112607351159520810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409779/posts/default/112607351159520810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinite.blogspot.com/2005/09/hehe.html' title='HEHE....'/><author><name>d|aOz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988879321717472156</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-14409779.post-112598021505433410</id><published>2005-09-06T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T12:16:55.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredddd!!!</title><content type='html'>5 more days to the opening of school.. this holiday is totally boringggggg!!! Indeed, going to sch is better than wasting time at home.. But at least, it's boring enough to let me blog.. there's quite a lot of sch homework.. esp eng.. arrrgghh, i don't know what else to day for today.. so dat's abt all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409779-112598021505433410?l=undefinite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinite.blogspot.com/feeds/112598021505433410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409779&amp;postID=112598021505433410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409779/posts/default/112598021505433410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409779/posts/default/112598021505433410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinite.blogspot.com/2005/09/boredddd.html' title='boredddd!!!'/><author><name>d|aOz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988879321717472156</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-14409779.post-112580549475750899</id><published>2005-09-04T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T11:44:54.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i havent been blogging since dunno when.. so im updating now.. for the past few weeks.. i wasnt allowed to use my computer.. =( life's realli boring.. So, to me, staying in sch is better than staying at home when watching shamman king is the only 'interesting', so called--&gt;activity.. recently, i watched Red eye with some of my friends.. my friend, "dong-dong" had to go back early cos she had tuition.. and surprisingly, she managed to finish her homework.. dat day, MY FRIEND got MY OTHER FRIEND a milk-bottle.. XD (adorable).. she really made gd use of it, i must add.. we dared her to bring it to sch the next day.. and she DID! She's one hell of a daring gurl.. she gets really hyper sometimes and claims dat she's upset after dat cos her energy was immensely wasted on her "HYPERNESS"--&gt; if there is such a word.. overall, she's a really funny person.. dat's all for now.. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409779-112580549475750899?l=undefinite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinite.blogspot.com/feeds/112580549475750899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409779&amp;postID=112580549475750899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409779/posts/default/112580549475750899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409779/posts/default/112580549475750899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinite.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-havent-been-blogging-since-dunno.html' title=''/><author><name>d|aOz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988879321717472156</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-14409779.post-112312218683959670</id><published>2005-08-04T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T10:23:06.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Online Journal VS Writing Journal In School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;        Lets compare the difference between blogging and writing journal in school on a journal book...If i were to blog at home, i will feel more comfortable when i write.Whereas when i writes a journal during reading period, i just don't feel as comfortable compare to blogging...So i hope we can do more blogging at home or maybe during our free time...However, alot people can see what we write in our blog but writing on a journal book can be more safe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409779-112312218683959670?l=undefinite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinite.blogspot.com/feeds/112312218683959670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409779&amp;postID=112312218683959670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409779/posts/default/112312218683959670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409779/posts/default/112312218683959670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinite.blogspot.com/2005/08/writing-online-journal-vs-_112312218683959670.html' title='Writing Online Journal VS Writing Journal In School'/><author><name>d|aOz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988879321717472156</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-14409779.post-112175011577523470</id><published>2005-07-19T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T13:15:39.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;During the weekend, we had our NCC training on saturday. During the training, we do quite alot of push ups as we made alot of mistakes. Althought it was not very harsh, i still can feel the the ache on my muscles...The worst was when we had to do physical training in the basketball training...We had to do more push up than during the NCC training and also runing around the court about 30 rounds and back paddles etc...After the training, we continue to play some matches for about 40mins.When i reach home, my muscles starts to cramp when i try to walk up the stairs, that was something that i cannot endure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409779-112175011577523470?l=undefinite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinite.blogspot.com/feeds/112175011577523470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409779&amp;postID=112175011577523470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409779/posts/default/112175011577523470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409779/posts/default/112175011577523470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinite.blogspot.com/2005/07/journal.html' title='Journal...'/><author><name>d|aOz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988879321717472156</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-14409779.post-112114445929849799</id><published>2005-07-13T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T12:50:40.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Questions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The happiest day of my life??&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....Actually theres nothing muc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;h to say about those happy times...Recently there was only one, that was durung chemistry lesson and i got 75% for that test...(which is top 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddiest day..?&lt;br /&gt;This was something happen quite long ago which i don't remember quite well...But its just too personal...sry &gt;.&lt; Most embarrassing day?! This happened during lesson time when Mr. Kok wanted to bring us out for a walk with a partner. When Gerald, Chia Poh and I walked along the road, we saw one guy wearing our school's NCC T-Shirt.So when we wanted to find out whether he was our senoir or not, we shouted quite a number of names but he didn't turn back or reply. We thoughthe did not heard us so we decided to chase after him to find out who he was.That was really stunning as he was a total stranger to us...We was like OMG?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most boring moment...&lt;br /&gt;This was during the holiday when my house's power suddenly just cut off and it was a sudden silence...There was nothing i can do but do wat work i hav or read any book but...There was no book or work for me....=.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409779-112114445929849799?l=undefinite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinite.blogspot.com/feeds/112114445929849799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409779&amp;postID=112114445929849799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409779/posts/default/112114445929849799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409779/posts/default/112114445929849799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinite.blogspot.com/2005/07/ten-questions_13.html' title='Ten Questions?'/><author><name>d|aOz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988879321717472156</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>
