<?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-15708551</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:24:55.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PeterZai</title><subtitle type='html'>Hey! thanks for visiting.
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toru_hanagata_05@hotmail.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-6829595580826670980</id><published>2008-01-28T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T15:53:34.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>why sia. is it so hard to think of having fun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-6829595580826670980?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/6829595580826670980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/6829595580826670980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-9013308710925258952</id><published>2007-12-26T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T20:31:18.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LICKS</title><content type='html'>Merry Xmas man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed home today throughout, practised some guitar licks.&lt;br /&gt;Check out some Kirk Hammett licks, maybe you'll need it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YVDPSZe21KI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YVDPSZe21KI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this guy speaks like Borat eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poly days are officially over on 2 Feb 2007, man it's hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;But hell, national service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a movie with a few sec sch friends yesterday, grabbed my chance to make fun of Youhui with every possible time given.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-9013308710925258952?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/9013308710925258952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/9013308710925258952'/><link rel='alternate' 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-8619521277356780372?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/8619521277356780372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/8619521277356780372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-in-day.html' title='Back in the day!'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-5505022897187711133</id><published>2007-11-09T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:52:34.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$$$$$$$$</title><content type='html'>Solid. I know it's uncool but anyway 1st time I'm doing this.&lt;br /&gt;'Things to get' list.&lt;br /&gt;Just strike it once I got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Iron Maiden and Guns N' Roses shirt from HMV &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Zara Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; $130&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Band Patches &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Boss MT-2 Metal Zone Effects Pedal. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$149.80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RzM4MOdFjpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/IzJsgL-ElXc/s1600-h/boss+mt-2%28d%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RzM4MOdFjpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/IzJsgL-ElXc/s200/boss+mt-2%28d%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130506183194807954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Digitech Screamin' Blues Overdrive/ Distortion &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$142.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RzM6HOdFjrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/heAAI4p9Wd8/s1600-h/d06-dsbv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RzM6HOdFjrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/heAAI4p9Wd8/s200/d06-dsbv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130508296318717618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Digitech DigiDelay Digital Delay Pedal. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$265.36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RzM5G-dFjqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/I1lHwKdBcUY/s1600-h/d06-xdd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RzM5G-dFjqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/I1lHwKdBcUY/s200/d06-xdd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130507192512122530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guitar effects can wait, but dying to lay my hands on these!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-5505022897187711133?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/5505022897187711133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/5505022897187711133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='$$$$$$$$'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RzM4MOdFjpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/IzJsgL-ElXc/s72-c/boss+mt-2%28d%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-4475369172163405763</id><published>2007-11-07T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T23:55:02.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Peter doing?</title><content type='html'>Alright man, before an army of beaver attacks my home, I'll do an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: My final year project got into spinnovex! must treat legendary Mr Pattabhi Raman a mountain of curry and chappati. Anyway, I attended today's briefing on designing the poster for this event, and a lecturer said: "Happy Deepavali, don't eat too much curry."&lt;br /&gt;That lecturer looks like a ratio 1 to 1 Barney.&lt;br /&gt;He roams around my lab 24/7, and I always see him eating. When sitting, he'll be settling his white styrofoam box of food, when standing, he'll be invading a packet of peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;And here he is, warning us "Happy Deepavali, don't eat too much curry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: OK, kaypo analysts have concluded that I don't have a normal look in ALL the chalet photos. Let's see if that is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amanda's weakness: WOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RzHXg1RudlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FCIfv4S19VQ/s1600-h/DSCN2745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RzHXg1RudlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FCIfv4S19VQ/s320/DSCN2745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130118409608918610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dragonball Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RzHXA1RudkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/P0_k5QMFFY8/s1600-h/DSCN2786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RzHXA1RudkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/P0_k5QMFFY8/s320/DSCN2786.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130117859853104706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal what, I didn't reveal any clown-ness. I was even diligently handling the air-con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RzHYnlRudnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/V1dUoxP2lPg/s1600-h/DSCN2712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RzHYnlRudnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/V1dUoxP2lPg/s320/DSCN2712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130119625084663410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, normal. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RzHYZlRudmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4aKm_rsTdPo/s1600-h/DSCN2815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RzHYZlRudmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4aKm_rsTdPo/s320/DSCN2815.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130119384566494818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to tell a ghost story about this chicken that goes a deep HUH!? instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RzHZn1RudoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/RiZL0axKMdo/s1600-h/DSCN2754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RzHZn1RudoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/RiZL0axKMdo/s320/DSCN2754.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130120728891258498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I can explain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RzHWn1RudjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/G97cE4Z2c_A/s1600-h/DSCN2797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RzHWn1RudjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/G97cE4Z2c_A/s320/DSCN2797.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130117430356375090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And this priceless one&lt;br /&gt;LAWRENCE CHEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RzHaXFRudpI/AAAAAAAAAFo/CoIOJk6M37s/s1600-h/DSCN2796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RzHaXFRudpI/AAAAAAAAAFo/CoIOJk6M37s/s400/DSCN2796.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130121540640077458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even in gym also must make that stupid noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: I found an EZ link card containing $76.80 today, how cool is that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: MEGADETH LIVE!!! Photos: &lt;a href="http://amaka.multiply.com/photos/album/86"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;" &gt;http://amaka.multiply.com/photos/album/86&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happened quite some time ago, now waiting for a chance to watch Iron Maiden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5: This is one song that makes me weep man. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tears in Heaven&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" is a ballad written and performed by Eric Clapton about the pain he felt following the 1991 death of his four-year-old son, Connor, who fell from a 53rd-story window in his mother's New York City condominium. By all accounts, the death was simply a tragic accident, and Clapton was distraught for months afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I deliberately auto-run it, you must listen to it!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/-12ZQCIJTN"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/-12ZQCIJTN" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="verse"&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;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="chorus"&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;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="verse"&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;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="chorus"&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;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="bridge"&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;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Beyond the door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There's peace I'm sure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I know there'll be no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tears in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've mastered this song! Erm, halfway.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-4475369172163405763?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/4475369172163405763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/4475369172163405763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/11/whats-peter-doing.html' title='What&apos;s Peter doing?'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RzHXg1RudlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FCIfv4S19VQ/s72-c/DSCN2745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-2369942748558435871</id><published>2007-10-22T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:23:01.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNITED ABOMINATIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RxywB3VbwkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/V-tgypj5sJw/s1600-h/A066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RxywB3VbwkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/V-tgypj5sJw/s400/A066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124164022120989250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok if I missed Yngwie Malmsteen this year.&lt;br /&gt;It's ok if I missed Slayer this year.&lt;br /&gt;It's ok if I missed Dragonforce this year.&lt;br /&gt;It's ok if I missed Black Sabbath this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO MEGADETH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Megadeth's gonna hate Singapore. Politics I mean, got a feeling they won't come back to Singapore after this. Anyway I've just bought the tickets a few hours ago, ready to see DAVE MUSTAINE live!!! got special early entrance somemore man, go stand directly in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I wear a metallica shirt? Dave Mustaine might throw his guitar at me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 8pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-2369942748558435871?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/2369942748558435871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/2369942748558435871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/10/united-abominations.html' title='UNITED ABOMINATIONS'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RxywB3VbwkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/V-tgypj5sJw/s72-c/A066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-7494413362501336086</id><published>2007-10-05T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T02:05:11.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peeeeeeetetetttttteteteeteteerrrrrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>Kinda slipped off my mind that i have a blog.&lt;br /&gt;Alright man, big time update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not cool to talk about my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Today's 5 October.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thanks for treating me like an emperor on September 12. Appreciate it, when I make big bucks in the future, my turn to treat alright. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reference: Bucks = $.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1st of all, congratulations to Wilson Chan upon missing Krishnan Murty, hence receiving his license, to drive, erm safely, erm, without, erm, mounting.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like winning an EPL championship eh.&lt;br /&gt;Our turn to disturb L-plated cars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried this exercise for the past 4 mornings.&lt;br /&gt;Look right into the mirror and say:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm rich, I'm handsome, I'm talented."&lt;br /&gt;Self-esteem booster! Try this too guys, not sure if it works, but it builds your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chionging guitar these days, have to inherit some skills to teach man.&lt;br /&gt;Do you smell cash?&lt;br /&gt;I need cash man. Not for myself. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Peter is cool eh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-7494413362501336086?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/7494413362501336086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/7494413362501336086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/10/peeeeeeetetetttttteteteeteteerrrrrrrrrr.html' title='peeeeeeetetetttttteteteeteteerrrrrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-169434232209792242</id><published>2007-09-07T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T23:40:50.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks!</title><content type='html'>For this year's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you DBE clowns.&lt;br /&gt;In alphabetical order so that none of you idiots make noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Amanda Ng&lt;/span&gt; - I wrote everything about you in the previous post! Be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang Boon Qian&lt;/span&gt; - HELLO WENQIAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Ashely Aw&lt;/span&gt;- Thanks for helping me pass MCT. You did 96% of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Chen Zhao Xiu&lt;/span&gt; - Though we've friction here and there, we're still buddies eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Chia Kian Yong &lt;/span&gt;- I took 4 hours to find your Cherry QQ . Too hard to spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Chow Kai Ern &lt;/span&gt;- Today you hear me fart in the lab like 14 times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Chua Jing Xian&lt;/span&gt; - Stop stalking Evix loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Chung Li Hua&lt;/span&gt; - Are you in my pocket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Clair Aw&lt;/span&gt; - Fatty bom bom takes up 80% of the queen-sized bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Gabriel Sim&lt;/span&gt; - Mono meets Stereo! HI FIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Gary Cheong&lt;/span&gt; - I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Lawrence Chen&lt;/span&gt; - I love you more than Gary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Marvin Chan&lt;/span&gt; - How to lose weight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Shirley Choo&lt;/span&gt; - You know I can't handle secrets, my hobby is embarrassing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Shezhiyan &lt;/span&gt;- We spend 12 hours a day for 2 weeks in a skytrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Victor Soon &lt;/span&gt;- Today's basketball. 21-13. Try harder next time tz. Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Wilson Chan&lt;/span&gt; - Interesting. Crap Time = Crap Time. Serious time = Crap Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Zheng Qing Yu&lt;/span&gt; - My american assistance! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow writing on Secondary School friends. That one like essay ah. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-169434232209792242?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/169434232209792242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/169434232209792242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/09/thanks.html' title='Thanks!'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-1635232482033525623</id><published>2007-09-06T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:09:21.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Amanda Tagged Me!&lt;br /&gt;WHOO! I love the first question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;List out your top 5 birthday presents you wish for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1: ANY TRANSFORMERS MERCHANDISE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2: Going to the zoo! (Easy right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3: A slimmer leaner body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4: Play guitar solo like on drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5: A happier me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Your relationship with her (Amanda) is&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we landed in the same class, she's an awesome friend despite her beaver bites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Your 5 impressions of her&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. A Loaded Pistol.&lt;br /&gt;2. A Loaded Machine Gun.&lt;br /&gt;3. A Loaded Bazooka.&lt;br /&gt;4. Environmental Friendly.&lt;br /&gt;5. Save the Planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4. The most memorable thing she had done for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not really any significant ones, the best I could remember is sharing rare notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5. The most memorable words that she had said to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eh, your bag very gay leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;6. If she becomes your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll be next to Steve Irwin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;7. If she's your lover,what she has to improve on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How to destroy mother earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;8. If she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Employ chipmunks to attack her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;9. If she becomes your enemy,the reason is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She said I'm really fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;10. The most desire thing you would like to do for her now is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Stop being a loser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;11. Your overall impression of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She's extremely reliable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;12. How do you think people around you will feel about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Seriously, I think people will hate me if I don't flash my smile. I'll look like I'm on a mission to terminate the world if I don't smile, but the fact is, I'm very approachable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;13. The character you love about yourself is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Being a clown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;14. On the contrary,what character you hate about yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Impatience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;15. The most ideal person I would like to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I still want to be Peter Hua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;16. For the people who cared &amp; liked you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's kinda impossible to thank each and everyone of you for caring, whether directly or indirectly, but I really appreciate it! May God bless you with KFC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 people that u wish to know how they feel about you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;C'mon, Do I have to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-1635232482033525623?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/1635232482033525623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/1635232482033525623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/09/tagged.html' title='tagged!'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-3586847279712342001</id><published>2007-08-07T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T10:51:42.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$107 a month...</title><content type='html'>Wooo! Signed up for music school yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Concerto music school at west mall.&lt;br /&gt;They call it electric guitar course, I call it blues and jazz course, cause' the gradings are based on improvisations I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Chiong guitar!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-3586847279712342001?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/3586847279712342001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/3586847279712342001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/08/107-month.html' title='$107 a month...'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-3369911898768981735</id><published>2007-08-01T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:44:35.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>notice</title><content type='html'>It's pretty stupid how people can identify themselves as someone I'm describing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't use terms like 'someone' or 'somebody' or 'this guy' or 'that girl', if I have a word about you in specific, I'll let you know it's you, for pete's sake.&lt;br /&gt;And I know my limits verbally man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-3369911898768981735?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/3369911898768981735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/3369911898768981735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/08/short-notice.html' title='notice'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-8661624287918821525</id><published>2007-07-30T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T21:30:56.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 crap</title><content type='html'>[ Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose six people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't got tagged, but it's pretty ok, I thought it would be fun to fill this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm more emotional than you thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dudes around me classify me as friendly, hopefully. Anyway, I give people a high level of respect, but if any bloody halfwit dishonors or shames me, I bite. Serious one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. This is how I feel about most music today, if Jimi Hendrix could see the current state of music, especially emo, he'd roll over his own vomit. And I have a word for Marilyn Manson: Satan said your videos are giving him nightmares. Take it down a notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. About 85% of the people I know, are being made fun of in one way or another. By myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I finish my food. Strange right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't like people who tries to come up with some big time love philosophy with simply-cannot-make-it-lousy grammar, and thinks highly of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I had a heart seizure once in my primary school days, it lasted for about 20 seconds or so. Then I know how it feels to have heart attack, RIP Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I would love be at the jetty fishing, and play guitar at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I love to hang around with jokers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-8661624287918821525?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/8661624287918821525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/8661624287918821525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/07/10-crap.html' title='10 crap'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-2009169490994670405</id><published>2007-07-25T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T23:26:42.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chiong ar!</title><content type='html'>Recently borrowed some books from school library.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, finally eh? Year 3 already first time loaning books.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, music theory on blues guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Time is running out, must chiong guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killed by BMD report in school library today. No further comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway got a transformers t-shirt in school today, bought it from some anyhow-set-up stall around foodcourt 2.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I gazed the vehicles in school and pictured them transforming, the SUVs and Sedans autobots, while the motorbikes and MPVs decepticons.&lt;br /&gt;Lorries and vans go to the scrap area and rot.&lt;br /&gt;And my transformers stuff should be on its way to Singapore now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to practice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-2009169490994670405?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/2009169490994670405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/2009169490994670405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/07/chiong-ar.html' title='chiong ar!'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-5424637179270459697</id><published>2007-07-18T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:10:42.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Been A Fool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's Been A Fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;He sees the world in her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;And her eyes all over this world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By her side when storms arise,&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;Hug her when the wind blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the skies cloud over,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A roof is what you'll find,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you search any further,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the first in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;If my love is written all over my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could hold me tight and we'll fly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I should break down at this moment and weep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I did show you the love notes I keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[your name]'s been a fool,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For loving [her name].&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/15708551-5424637179270459697?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/5424637179270459697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/5424637179270459697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/07/hes-been-fool_18.html' title='He&apos;s Been A Fool.'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-4793584749253871210</id><published>2007-07-15T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:20:29.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'He's been a Fool'</title><content type='html'>Sorry man it's been awhile since I updated.&lt;br /&gt;Been busy publishing 3 songs I wrote, of course the amateur way.&lt;br /&gt;Computer mic, guitar, and overlaying.&lt;br /&gt;Of course specially written love songs.&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SSMH&lt;/span&gt;', 'Someone', and 'He's been a Fool'. I'm pretty proud of my products!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'He's been a Fool' is really cool, it's the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;music piece I'm filling in vocal harmonics, guitar solo and&lt;/span&gt; getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JY&lt;/span&gt; to help me fill in the bass.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it can be done at least before the next valentine's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's cool, had fun with robots, did not have fun with my legendary FYP lecturer:&lt;br /&gt;PATTABHI RAMAN! yes, when I mentioned his name, first thing that comes in your mind is a fat indian man eating chappati.&lt;br /&gt;He's a phenomenal guy, once overheard him talking over the phone, here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;"eh I'm hungry la, it's been 2 hours since I've been eating."&lt;br /&gt;Just add in the strong indian accent and it's loud, that's how PATTABHI sounds like.&lt;br /&gt;Think you eat too much Cherwei? This guy owns you. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guess what man, mum got me a pair of tommy hilfiger jeans.&lt;br /&gt;It's lady's cutting, but quite cool, doesn't look gayish at all.&lt;br /&gt;Some of you idiots must be thinking to yourself if my thigh could actually fit into a lady's jeans.&lt;br /&gt;THE ANSWER IS YES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-4793584749253871210?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/4793584749253871210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/4793584749253871210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/07/hes-been-fool.html' title='&apos;He&apos;s been a Fool&apos;'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-3344840428147474324</id><published>2007-06-14T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T21:19:13.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>90s!</title><content type='html'>Ok finally a rare update.&lt;br /&gt;Life's too meaningful, if I could describe it on blog, it would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Now a flashback to the early 90s'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My monster cousin and my chiobu cousin.&lt;br /&gt;Her helmet evolved somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RnE44zMT35I/AAAAAAAAAEI/zRrwaVqzzhY/s1600-h/YAOHUI,+AH+PAM,+ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RnE44zMT35I/AAAAAAAAAEI/zRrwaVqzzhY/s400/YAOHUI,+AH+PAM,+ME.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075900803488931730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, she bites at that age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RnE5uTMT36I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/88U_YX3Swrk/s1600-h/XINYI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RnE5uTMT36I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/88U_YX3Swrk/s400/XINYI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075901722611933090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This explains the size between my sister and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RnE_HjMT38I/AAAAAAAAAEg/xQw_sPW35jM/s1600-h/Xinyi+feeding+fatty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RnE_HjMT38I/AAAAAAAAAEg/xQw_sPW35jM/s400/Xinyi+feeding+fatty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075907653961768898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern Hairdo in the 90s' already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RnE86TMT37I/AAAAAAAAAEY/av4WW47gsfU/s1600-h/Ah+ma+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RnE86TMT37I/AAAAAAAAAEY/av4WW47gsfU/s400/Ah+ma+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075905227305246642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shepherd leading us to the way, the truth and the life.&lt;br /&gt;I found it, now it's the old man's turn.&lt;br /&gt;Dad looks handsome in the past right, I can't say that for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RnE_qTMT39I/AAAAAAAAAEo/wG80HS6Ixw8/s1600-h/Dad,+me,+the+good+shepherd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RnE_qTMT39I/AAAAAAAAAEo/wG80HS6Ixw8/s400/Dad,+me,+the+good+shepherd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075908250962223058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-3344840428147474324?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/3344840428147474324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/3344840428147474324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/06/90s.html' title='90s!'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RnE44zMT35I/AAAAAAAAAEI/zRrwaVqzzhY/s72-c/YAOHUI,+AH+PAM,+ME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-6632764493902395922</id><published>2007-05-23T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:50:54.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing!</title><content type='html'>What a great day man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RlMYjWxvBGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dIujiH7ebUk/s1600-h/DSCN2297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RlMYjWxvBGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dIujiH7ebUk/s400/DSCN2297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067421001410610274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this great portrait, you should be able to spot:&lt;br /&gt;1. 2 of my gay partners.&lt;br /&gt;2. A handsome man in yellow holding crab nets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RlMa9WxvBHI/AAAAAAAAADY/SqXpp9-43Bk/s1600-h/DSCN2307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RlMa9WxvBHI/AAAAAAAAADY/SqXpp9-43Bk/s400/DSCN2307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067423647110464626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus I gathered my troops, from the left, representing Metta Home, Retard Aw, representing PAP Childcare Centre, Soon Tianzhen, representing Singapore the duo, Dong Li MRT, representing the Amazon, Beaver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle plan is simple, just catch as much fish as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RlMdxmxvBKI/AAAAAAAAADw/soPzq_Dn_gw/s1600-h/DSCN2326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RlMdxmxvBKI/AAAAAAAAADw/soPzq_Dn_gw/s400/DSCN2326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067426743781885090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why were we created to be so yandao, it's really unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RlMejWxvBLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1MgobuWGhSY/s1600-h/DSCN2329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RlMejWxvBLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1MgobuWGhSY/s400/DSCN2329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067427598480377010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little private time with my gay partner, Lawrence dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RlMfK2xvBMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Fpqp-QOqMIA/s1600-h/DSCN2404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RlMfK2xvBMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Fpqp-QOqMIA/s400/DSCN2404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067428277085209794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop harassing Law.&lt;br /&gt;Post more then! For now, CyA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-6632764493902395922?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/6632764493902395922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/6632764493902395922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/05/fishing.html' title='Fishing!'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RlMYjWxvBGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dIujiH7ebUk/s72-c/DSCN2297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-6689477716332780397</id><published>2007-05-20T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:43:53.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>Went to play carrom at Moberly on thursday, the music there: Everything I Do.&lt;br /&gt;Went to get shampoo at some random shop on friday, the music there: Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool eh, all odds against me.&lt;br /&gt;What next? the song I penned down on radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man it's tough to put up a strong front.&lt;br /&gt;Easy to look cool.&lt;br /&gt;Not easy to feel alright.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow going fishing! Let the waves do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;Fishing rod, reel, crab net, jack-knife, ropes, fishing hat, suntanning oil, old school shades. Check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-6689477716332780397?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/6689477716332780397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/6689477716332780397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-2648709125581774685</id><published>2007-05-11T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T22:00:14.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruce Lee - Game of Death</title><content type='html'>I'm a big fan of Bruce Lee.&lt;br /&gt;'Game of Death'. In 4 parts.&lt;br /&gt;Classic man. I really wanna share this to all.&lt;br /&gt;Kareem Abdul Jabbar was featured, that last character at 2.1m tall.&lt;br /&gt;Basketball Hall of Famer man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EPXdrNvFCmY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EPXdrNvFCmY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8TcYWvNi7zA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8TcYWvNi7zA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jJpYMGgWWwM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jJpYMGgWWwM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/id1L-nFVlao"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/id1L-nFVlao" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-2648709125581774685?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/2648709125581774685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/2648709125581774685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-big-fan-of-bruce-lee_11.html' title='Bruce Lee - Game of Death'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-5891326086447673517</id><published>2007-05-08T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T22:45:50.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good</title><content type='html'>The past few videos I featured made me famous man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's pretty cool right?&lt;br /&gt;I had half spring chicken and durian juice. Life is GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;Mum's happy I bought durian for her. POWER man the durian. Life is GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;My robot's giving me some headache. Life is still GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly all day, it's pretty hard for myself not to think of her, to be human, it's attraction.&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer goes: "OK magnetic flux comes here...", I'm seeing her smile in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;2 Year 3 Months 1 Day of affection, surely there are some depth of feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I weird la, surely&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; are&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;attracted to someone special too right.&lt;br /&gt;You know why?&lt;br /&gt;You are human.&lt;br /&gt;Peace, life is awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-5891326086447673517?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/5891326086447673517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/5891326086447673517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-is-good_1710.html' title='Life is Good'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-4446230029974333229</id><published>2007-05-06T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T21:30:25.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Serious 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson - Bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PSWLKQMN34Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PSWLKQMN34Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so Serious 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird Al Yankovic - Fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QG8WUpHdpVA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QG8WUpHdpVA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-4446230029974333229?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/4446230029974333229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/4446230029974333229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/05/serious-1-michael-jackson-bad-not-so.html' title=''/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-6788079244270782637</id><published>2007-05-05T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:26:42.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat it</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gkq7HLBe178"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gkq7HLBe178" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How come you're always such a fussy young man?&lt;br /&gt;Don't want no captain crunch, don't want no raisin bran,&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't you know that other kids are starving in japan,&lt;br /&gt;So eat it, just eat it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to argue, I don't want to debate,&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to hear about what kind of food you hate,&lt;br /&gt;You won't get no dessert till you clean off your plate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So eat it,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you tell me you're full,&lt;br /&gt;Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it,&lt;br /&gt;Get yourself an egg and beat it,&lt;br /&gt;Have some more chicken, have some more pie,&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if its boiled or fried,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it,&lt;br /&gt;Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it, ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your table manners are some cryin' shame,&lt;br /&gt;You're playin' with your food, this ain't some kind of game,&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you starve to death, you'll just have yourself to blame,&lt;br /&gt;So eat it, just eat it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better listen, better do what you're told,&lt;br /&gt;You haven't even touched your tuna casserole,&lt;br /&gt;You better chow down or it's gonna get cold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So eat it,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you're full,&lt;br /&gt;Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it,&lt;br /&gt;Open up your mouth and feed it,&lt;br /&gt;Have some more yogurt, have some more spam,&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter it its fresh or tanned,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you make me repeate it,&lt;br /&gt;Have a banana, have a whole bunch,&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what you had for lunch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it,&lt;br /&gt;Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it,&lt;br /&gt;If it's gettin cold, reheat it,&lt;br /&gt;Have a big dinner, have a light snack,&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like it, you can't send it back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it,&lt;br /&gt;Get yourself an egg and beat it (oh lord),&lt;br /&gt;Have some more chicken, have some more pie,&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if its boiled or fried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LnGuuN7leVQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LnGuuN7leVQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the real Beat it with Eat it. Cool eh&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-6788079244270782637?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/6788079244270782637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/6788079244270782637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/05/eat-it.html' title='Eat it'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-1718252625164001203</id><published>2007-05-02T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T20:53:29.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Secondary School life had been exciting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    We were playing soccer at mannan's residential area after the O levels, Andrew was directly in front of the goal post and he kicked it a little too hard, it flew and damaged one of the windows at the 3rd floor, only then I knew bloopers are really inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;     At that instant, boys instinct came and took over, some hid behind the trees, some ran into the void deck, I hid among the tall grasses, smart eh? Then my 110kg friend Wee Cher Wei, hid behind a tree... that is as thin as a lamp post. The rest is history, we managed to escape anyway. Yes Cher Wei could run. Peace big guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.      I broke the school basketball rim, the one at the carpark. Didn't realise it couldn't withstand 80kg. Yes I was 80kg at 16. I thought to myself, 'I've gotta destroy the evidence man!', so I took the rim and placed it behind a toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;Can you evaluate the degree of my common sense now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The fire alarm system in school hardly takes a break, thanks to some abang. So to tackle this situation, the school placed grease of fire alarm switches. Now evaluate the degree of the teachers' common sense.&lt;br /&gt;I was so careless I leaned against the grease and stained my uniform, I made a big fuss at the general office, from "buy me a new set of uniform leh" to "I poor man ah, I need to feed 6 other siblings.' I used to wear size 16 but I received a size 12 uniform that belongs to the lost and found counter.  They made me looked exactly like hard gay in white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Played soccer in the school hall, friend strikes President's photo. Zhun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-1718252625164001203?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/1718252625164001203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/1718252625164001203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/05/childhood.html' title='Childhood'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-1457114558751166779</id><published>2007-04-30T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T23:21:30.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girly MANNNNN</title><content type='html'>all the time, i watch this&lt;br /&gt;and i watch this, all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making things easier for myself, I'll post the hottest video on the face of this earth here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtJRNyPK-lc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtJRNyPK-lc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some dudes seem like they're genetically engineered and raised by wolverines.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was really busted for the loneliness of my 'best friend'.&lt;br /&gt;He goes to China, even the Chinese nationals hate him.&lt;br /&gt;He broke the toilet bowl, he broke the bed.&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;Is it really so tough to be socially related?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he talks to Barney!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-1457114558751166779?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/1457114558751166779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/1457114558751166779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/04/girly-mannnnn.html' title='Girly MANNNNN'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-6472803659863674237</id><published>2007-04-17T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:21:17.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RiTsQO5J00I/AAAAAAAAABw/21SqmHsMc-c/s1600-h/17042007184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RiTsQO5J00I/AAAAAAAAABw/21SqmHsMc-c/s400/17042007184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054424445436416834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the A4 size photo I had in the file.&lt;br /&gt;Zoom in man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RiTsxe5J01I/AAAAAAAAAB4/FVP-EO-JDVI/s1600-h/17042007187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RiTsxe5J01I/AAAAAAAAAB4/FVP-EO-JDVI/s320/17042007187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054425016667067218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;18, 18, 19!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Check out my Office, here's how my desk looked like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RiTvKe5J04I/AAAAAAAAACQ/zQ8ZzHscv4c/s1600-h/IMG_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RiTvKe5J04I/AAAAAAAAACQ/zQ8ZzHscv4c/s320/IMG_0699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054427645187052418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RiTv3-5J05I/AAAAAAAAACY/jKdRH0KO9p8/s1600-h/IMG_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RiTv3-5J05I/AAAAAAAAACY/jKdRH0KO9p8/s320/IMG_0698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054428426871100306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RiTxJe5J07I/AAAAAAAAACo/eIB0vhjp9sc/s1600-h/IMG_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RiTxJe5J07I/AAAAAAAAACo/eIB0vhjp9sc/s320/IMG_0701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054429827030438834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RiTyNu5J08I/AAAAAAAAACw/zg8bIo91d8M/s1600-h/IMG_0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RiTzNu5J0-I/AAAAAAAAADA/O8Wl1W0bM_E/s320/IMG_0704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054432099068138466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RiTzsO5J0_I/AAAAAAAAADI/90BWbULxuHk/s1600-h/IMG_0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RiTzsO5J0_I/AAAAAAAAADI/90BWbULxuHk/s320/IMG_0705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054432623054148594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-6472803659863674237?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/6472803659863674237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/6472803659863674237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/04/fun.html' title='Fun!'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RiTsQO5J00I/AAAAAAAAABw/21SqmHsMc-c/s72-c/17042007184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-7971360774747728907</id><published>2007-03-31T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T20:24:50.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrrr</title><content type='html'>Yea man I failed my driving test. It's a heartbreak for me.&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 types of response from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;a really sincere thanks to those buddies who go "it's ok peter/zaiqian/ fatty, take it easy, you can try again."&lt;br /&gt;'thanks' to those who rejoice in this, "Fail by how many points?"&lt;br /&gt;thanks for asking man! it hurts even more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was really a bad driver.&lt;br /&gt;I went to sentosa with a friend today. His name's SK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Man, i failed my test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SK: At?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: BBDC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SK: Who's your tester?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Some fat guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SK: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poh ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: How do you know that heart disease guy?&lt;br /&gt;SK: He's notorious for failing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT! I'm really busted this time!!&lt;br /&gt;Poh Ah Pui, I mean Poh Ah Soon gave me like 4 instructions in one go, go ahead, make a U-turn, right turn, left turn, then go back to BBDC. I asked him to repeat himself, he said I wasn't concentrating. CURSES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really picture myself reading the newspaper, flipping to the obituaries, then there's a small column which says: Poh Ah Soon passed away on 28th Mar 2007. He died of heart attack. Please, do not send us flowers, but if you really want to donate, you can give us food. The donation collected will proceed to the Fat Uncles Association, co founded by Poh Ah Soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-7971360774747728907?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/7971360774747728907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/7971360774747728907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/03/grrrrrr.html' title='Grrrrrr'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-8244048837379958139</id><published>2007-03-17T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T18:08:04.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saxophone sounds awesome!</title><content type='html'>Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You - Saxophone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the guitar solo too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-fxs_ZWXH4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-8244048837379958139?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/8244048837379958139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/8244048837379958139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/03/saxophone-sounds-awesome.html' title='Saxophone sounds awesome!'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-9057158148958751702</id><published>2007-03-03T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T21:58:16.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to Uncle Henry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Tribute to Uncle Henry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 March 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RelZqES7-HI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ylWnGrwOkFA/s1600-h/BurberryHats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RelZqES7-HI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ylWnGrwOkFA/s200/BurberryHats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037656237433157746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew him as a counselor in school, he's more than just a social worker.&lt;br /&gt;He often wore a white polo tee, had a hat on (that looks something like this) whenever under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;he spoke to us like adults despite us behaving like kids.&lt;br /&gt;he shared our burdens, he really shared.&lt;br /&gt;he accompanied us to an old folks home to help out when we were 14, he played basketball with us despite his age, just for the sake of knowing us more.&lt;br /&gt;he impacted the kids in school, and our values wouldn't be possible without him.&lt;br /&gt;Even if we did lack parental love, we experienced fatherly love through him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, he loved us with the love of God.&lt;br /&gt;He loves God wholeheartedly and loves us fervently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/Rel92kS7-II/AAAAAAAAABg/72oTCaIvN4A/s1600-h/Uncle+Henry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/Rel92kS7-II/AAAAAAAAABg/72oTCaIvN4A/s400/Uncle+Henry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037696034600122498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for that trademark smile, it brightens up our day, truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNCLE HENRY, PETER LOVES YOU AND PETER WILL MISS YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'll see you when The Lord calls me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-9057158148958751702?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/9057158148958751702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/9057158148958751702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/03/tribute-to-uncle-henry.html' title='A Tribute to Uncle Henry'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RelZqES7-HI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ylWnGrwOkFA/s72-c/BurberryHats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-9200783345523553314</id><published>2007-03-01T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:33:25.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From SAM</title><content type='html'>Blogging from Singapore Arts Museum or SAM. (Whooooo! SAM!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boss is out. The reason why I'm taking this break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the 3rd week of attachment, and everyday it's fun, except that time has to be adjusted here and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My task: read newspaper. Serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;March is gonna be awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choir practice for the Benny Hinn Healing Crusade. a time to witness first-hand miracles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Driving practical test on 29th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exam results out on 7th, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Receive my attachment allowances to contribute to the A&amp;B campaign. The four-digit accomplishment!&lt;br /&gt;Things to get in march: a topman vest and an old school shades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, this is a friendly blog by a friendly guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I'll share great deals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check this out. I scanned this using the company scanner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People queued up to scan important documents, so did I. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036850240290514738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/ReZ8m29bZzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/AMAfS5StE84/s320/Blog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There're more of these in the Straits Times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, SP's KFC is good enough. The 2pc chicken meal cost $4.95.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there's an extra coleslaw, which I usually switch it to fries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An extra 95 cents for fries, pretty reasonable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moral of the story: Have KFC at SP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace. Have fun boys and girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-9200783345523553314?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/9200783345523553314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/9200783345523553314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/03/from-sam.html' title='From SAM'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/ReZ8m29bZzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/AMAfS5StE84/s72-c/Blog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-6876382635560153962</id><published>2007-02-25T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:22:23.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POWER RANGERS SONG</title><content type='html'>POWER RANGERS SONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1CNKCgluXA4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1CNKCgluXA4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-6876382635560153962?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/6876382635560153962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/6876382635560153962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/02/power-rangers-song.html' title='POWER RANGERS SONG'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-874505514478477024</id><published>2007-02-25T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T07:27:44.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Items in my bag</title><content type='html'>The reasons for having these items in my bag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 1 - Nail-clipper&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you're dining in front of your dream girl. Then comes the chicken wings. Nah, can't eat like englishmen using the fork and knife technique. I'll scrap out every meat I can find.&lt;br /&gt;Ask my classmates who ate half spring chickens with me.&lt;br /&gt;To do that, you've to use your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't want all the funny stuff to get stuck on your fingernails right? She will try everything to avoid holding your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.2 - EDT Perfume&lt;br /&gt;Not talking about deodorant., peace. But this stuff could sustain for only about 2 hours. It became the most useful when I meet her or her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.3 - Halls Mint&lt;br /&gt;This will be your best friend if you just ate garlic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.4 - Expired contact lens solution&lt;br /&gt;Guys don't bother expiry dates, except for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.5 - Phone earpiece&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't put tracks like RK House on my ipod, so this would be useful if I need entertainment seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.6 - Wax and a small mirror&lt;br /&gt;Emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.7 - A packet of macdonald's chili sauce&lt;br /&gt;I hate KFC chili sauce, they made it out of gypsy tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.8 - Guitar pick&lt;br /&gt;You're sitting on a bench with her in the late evening, the winds are blowing lightly, waves crashing lightly, the stars are lovely.&lt;br /&gt;a guitar falls from the sky onto your lap.&lt;br /&gt;You've got a great song, and you can't strum or play single notes with your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;Bro, guitar pick la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-874505514478477024?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/874505514478477024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/874505514478477024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/02/items-in-my-bag.html' title='Items in my bag'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-317543789395845968</id><published>2007-02-19T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T11:04:17.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Tinted Sixties Mind.  Unplugged! Must watch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wigOY6U8Jgs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wigOY6U8Jgs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-317543789395845968?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/317543789395845968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/317543789395845968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/02/green-tinted-sixties-mind-unplugged.html' title='Green Tinted Sixties Mind.  Unplugged! Must watch!'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-7430677448570586452</id><published>2007-02-17T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T11:12:01.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Free Chords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I Do - Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Courier;font-size:12;"  &gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="ch1" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;                  &lt;a id="ch23" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a id="ch42" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;G&lt;/a&gt;                &lt;a id="ch24" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes, you will see what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;a id="ch2" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;                  &lt;a id="ch25" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;a id="ch43" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;G&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search your heart, search your soul and when you find me there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="ch44" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;G&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;a id="ch3" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;a id="ch26" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll search no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a id="ch27" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;)   &lt;a id="ch53" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;Em&lt;/a&gt;                     &lt;a id="ch62" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D/F#&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a id="ch65" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;Em/G&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me it's not worth trying for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="ch63" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D/F#&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a id="ch54" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;Em&lt;/a&gt;                      &lt;a id="ch64" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D/F#&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a id="ch66" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;Em/G&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me it's not worth dying for&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;a id="ch4" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;                &lt;a id="ch28" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;a id="ch67" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;Dsus2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's true, everything I do, I do it for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="ch5" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;                     &lt;a id="ch29" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;                      &lt;a id="ch45" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;G&lt;/a&gt;                    &lt;a id="ch68" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;Asus4&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a id="ch30" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart, you will find, there's nothing there to hide&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a id="ch31" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;)          &lt;a id="ch6" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;a id="ch32" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;a id="ch46" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;G&lt;/a&gt;                    &lt;a id="ch7" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a id="ch33" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me as I am, take my life, I would give it all, I would sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a id="ch34" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;)   &lt;a id="ch55" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;Em&lt;/a&gt;                     &lt;a id="ch8" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;a id="ch56" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;Em&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a id="ch69" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D/E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me it's not worth fighting for&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a id="ch70" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D/E&lt;/a&gt;)   &lt;a id="ch57" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;Em&lt;/a&gt;                       &lt;a id="ch9" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;a id="ch58" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;Em&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it, there's nothing I want more&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a id="ch59" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;Em&lt;/a&gt;)          &lt;a id="ch10" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;                  &lt;a id="ch35" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;               &lt;a id="ch11" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a id="ch71" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;Dsus&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a id="ch12" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's true, everything I do, I do it for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="ch13" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a id="ch74" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;C&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a id="ch76" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;F&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;a id="ch75" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;C&lt;/a&gt;                &lt;a id="ch47" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;G&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no love like your love, and no other could give more love&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a id="ch14" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;                           &lt;a id="ch36" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;              &lt;a id="ch77" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;E&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;a id="ch37" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no where unless you're there, all the time, all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="ch48" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;G&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a id="ch15" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a id="ch72" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;Dsus&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a id="ch16" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a id="ch49" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;G&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a id="ch17" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a id="ch73" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;Dsus&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a id="ch18" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="ch19" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a id="ch60" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;Em&lt;/a&gt;                            &lt;a id="ch38" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you can't tell me it's not worth trying for&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a id="ch61" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;Em&lt;/a&gt;                             &lt;a id="ch39" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it there's nothing I want more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="ch50" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;G&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a id="ch20" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;                  &lt;a id="ch40" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;                     &lt;a id="ch51" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;G&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I would fight for you, I'd lie for you, walk the wire for you&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a id="ch79" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;Gm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'd die for you&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a id="ch21" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;                       &lt;a id="ch80" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;Asus&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a id="ch41" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a id="ch52" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;G&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a id="ch81" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;G6&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a id="ch22" href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bryan_adams/everything_i_do_i_do_it_for_you_crd.htm" onclick="return false" onmousemove="'showAcc(" onmouseout="tc('tip') " class="ch"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's true, everything I do,    oh,    I do it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7santrcclg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7santrcclg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This song plus a song i wrote&lt;br /&gt;by the way it's really an effort penning down s.s.m.h&lt;br /&gt;finally the song and chords sound right!&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do and s.s.m.h for 14 Feb 200&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a wonderful 14 Feb 2007! lovely 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;i smiled to myself like an idiot on the train.&lt;br /&gt;i grinned while i'm walking.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't stop beaming even when i'm eating.&lt;br /&gt;gleeful, gleeful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-7430677448570586452?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/7430677448570586452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/7430677448570586452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/02/v.html' title='V'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-3577217840343434164</id><published>2007-01-25T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:35:48.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-- "I don't know, a lot of things have been happening"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- "I don't know, a lot of things have been happening"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been in my head ever since.&lt;br /&gt;Peace! Let's talk about other things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year's coming! WOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;CNY = FOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DBE 2A22 is going to Taiwan!&lt;br /&gt;Good thing we're not going hong kong.&lt;br /&gt;If you think indian accent is funny, try cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head, hong kongers gave themselves cool cool english names, it's so cool.&lt;br /&gt;Listen:&lt;br /&gt;Season, Hero, Super, Baby, Candy, Chapman, Sugar, Neon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all i can think of after watching Hong Kong shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not try these names:&lt;br /&gt;WashingMachine, Sugarcane, Ultra, Rectum,  Oesophagus, Missisisipi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they gotta stop speaking as if they're chopping vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's play a guessing game&lt;br /&gt;Let's play Guess WHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RbirsCRcVCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/loJQ7RnxMhU/s1600-h/Image126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RbirsCRcVCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/loJQ7RnxMhU/s320/Image126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023954157344412706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that this clown had much time to shoot all these photos down (this is just one of them) makes you believe that when such a situation happens to him, deep inside his head he must be thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yay~ First time accident, gotta take all this events down and get autographs from the nissan sunny driver, the taxi driver, and my passenger friend (who's still breathing)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do i still need to introduce this guy?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d[L.C.A]b Wad an accident,kayu DRIVER! No more vroom~ d[L.C.A]b&lt;br /&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Sylfaen;" &gt;the car  bang me i fly lo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;d[L.C.A]b Wad an accident,kayu DRIVER! No more vroom~ d[L.C.A]b:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Sylfaen;" &gt;:then my  friend lie on top of the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the language is obvious.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry folks, the little buddy's still alive and good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-3577217840343434164?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/3577217840343434164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/3577217840343434164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-know-lot-of-things-have-been.html' title='-- &quot;I don&apos;t know, a lot of things have been happening&quot;'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RbirsCRcVCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/loJQ7RnxMhU/s72-c/Image126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-8141165440371366186</id><published>2007-01-07T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:04:28.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSFORMERS! Robots in disguise!</title><content type='html'>Dad's going to Spain for work tomorrow night!&lt;br /&gt;that old man almost lost his life in Israel the last overseas trip. Praise God for His protection!&lt;br /&gt;This Spain flight will take pretty long so he needs entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;My dad is some man who grooves to the 'ai pia jia eh yia' beat.&lt;br /&gt;He gave me 5 pieces of hokkien cds and an iPod shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;so while i'm ripping out these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; music cds, i kill time blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad buys gifts for me at times, some are lovely and I adore it.&lt;br /&gt;some are tougher to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;for example, Dad bought this shirt from Switzerland, it wasn't those type that I would shop for.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; Dad buys, it's always my principle to show that I love it.&lt;br /&gt;I pray hard dad doesn't buy a power ranger bag.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really mind if he buys transformers!&lt;br /&gt;He knew I love Transformers! I religiously watched the transformers when I was 5.&lt;br /&gt;I loved Transformers, and I love Transformers, and I will continue to love Transformers.&lt;br /&gt;TRANSFORMERS ROBOTS IN DISGUISE!&lt;br /&gt;this is the modern one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RaD6Jm37xQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3O9JJP_kUQM/s1600-h/transformers_2_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RaD6Jm37xQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3O9JJP_kUQM/s320/transformers_2_1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017285027851650306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the old school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RaD7XW37xRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/P3YuwdloJ78/s1600-h/800px-Transformers_toys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RaD7XW37xRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/P3YuwdloJ78/s400/800px-Transformers_toys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017286363586479378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-8141165440371366186?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/8141165440371366186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/8141165440371366186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/01/transformers-robots-in-disguise.html' title='TRANSFORMERS! Robots in disguise!'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I45uENm5Kg/RaD6Jm37xQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3O9JJP_kUQM/s72-c/transformers_2_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-586487268689030240</id><published>2007-01-06T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T23:06:27.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>I looked at the msn nicks today.&lt;br /&gt;I saw one friend -"IN NEED OF A JOB HORRIBLY, BLA BLA BLA"&lt;br /&gt;so I thought to myself, this bro must be desperate for work.&lt;br /&gt;then I approached Him like:&lt;br /&gt;"Hey bro u need a job, guess what i think i have one for you, but it's a friend of mine who's hiring people, and i'm unsure what industry is that about."&lt;br /&gt;I talked as if i'm a salesman and he listened like a customer.&lt;br /&gt;all he could reply was "icic", "ok".&lt;br /&gt;the best was "help me check what is it about and then tell me".&lt;br /&gt;no thanks no nothing, like i'm owning him employment!&lt;br /&gt;the next moment i thought, forget it man, this guy don't even sound interested.&lt;br /&gt;It's best if he could continue enjoying his unemployment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-586487268689030240?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/586487268689030240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/586487268689030240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-268252301239111674</id><published>2007-01-02T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T15:40:22.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well... everyone loves driving</title><content type='html'>i realised i had loads of encounters when learning driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a daihatsu exhibition at sembawang shopping center, showcasing SUVs and compact hatchback cars, which I was pretty interested in cause I couldn't really fit into a normal sedan.&lt;br /&gt;I'm never destined to drive normal sedans, let alone sports car, I'll look like I'm in a fisherprice toy car. you guys know fisherprice toy cars? those cars children would ride on in toys r' us. c'mon you gotta know fisherprice! where's your childhood.&lt;br /&gt;I tried out this pretty cool SUV. spacious. just right for me.&lt;br /&gt;then I started having way too much fun, thinking that the entire car is dead.&lt;br /&gt;I flashed the high beam repeatedly, on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off on off, without realising the lights were actually working!&lt;br /&gt;the malay family in front of the car was looking at me jaw dropped! i waved in apology. damn. so embarrassing. man that was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another time i was in for driving simulator. it's a machine to train drivers to minimise accident impacts.&lt;br /&gt;I was the first to try out this machine, thinking that 'well must be some game'.&lt;br /&gt;I was with 2 other students which I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes passed and it was fun. the graphics were pretty realistic and everything went smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere! a container truck dashed out of a junction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone with a right mind would stamp hard on the brake pedal.&lt;br /&gt;Having no idea what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;I go like "ARGHH!!!", with the back of my hands covering my face.&lt;br /&gt;I provided entertainment for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-268252301239111674?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/268252301239111674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/268252301239111674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-everyone-loves-driving.html' title='well... everyone loves driving'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-7237016183533106846</id><published>2006-12-29T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T00:28:37.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tearin me apart!</title><content type='html'>7am i left home for driving at bbdc.&lt;br /&gt;Settled down in the mrt.&lt;br /&gt;Began to sit and think of somebody, it's kinda uncontrollable.&lt;br /&gt;I took out a 'home-made biscuits' cookbook to divert my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, without realising it, thinking again.&lt;br /&gt;After driving at 11.30am, rushed down to school, print a report.&lt;br /&gt;Those thoughts can't even spare a 5 minute walk between dover mrt to the school library.&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing wrong i know, but it's something extraordinary i'd never experienced before.&lt;br /&gt;kinda enjoyable, i must be growing up. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to tuition as soon as i finished the report, reached bishan at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it, a sec 2 boy playing pokemon game boy...&lt;br /&gt;and it's not that kind of killing time thing. he is dead serious about pokemon.&lt;br /&gt;he analyses pikachu's attacks like einstein coming up with E=mc^2.&lt;br /&gt;PeterZai: "Ok 5 minutes break"&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "Can i play POKEMON"&lt;br /&gt;PeterZai: "Ok"&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "Wow venusaur's the best because it evolves at level 32 while charmeleon and wartortle evoles at level 38. I shouldn't give pikachu flash because his thunderbolt, thunder and quick attack are very good. I defeated alot of enemies with it. Ah stupid Mr. Mime only know how to use screen and double team, i attacked 14 Mr. Mime and they only know the attack confusion. Yes! i've got my 8th gym badge, now i'm working hard for my elite four. Yay i never lose my friend before when we battle through the cable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys know how it feels like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-7237016183533106846?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/7237016183533106846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/7237016183533106846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/12/tearin-me-apart.html' title='tearin me apart!'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-929910446811748615</id><published>2006-12-08T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T20:57:10.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those who are always tired are the ones who're busy trying to reach their full potential daily</title><content type='html'>"Those who are always tired are the ones who're busy trying to reach their full potential daily."&lt;br /&gt;a simple encourage from her, now i'm glad being tired.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-929910446811748615?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/929910446811748615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/929910446811748615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/12/those-who-are-always-tired-are-ones.html' title='Those who are always tired are the ones who&apos;re busy trying to reach their full potential daily'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-5983521733254809521</id><published>2006-12-05T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:11:09.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>headed to fajar LRT for some basketball this morning, get to know some new dudes.&lt;br /&gt;and i think the word 'fajar' was derived from the word far, it's hell of a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and back in yishun MRT, there's another suicidal issue in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;this time, an indian man.&lt;br /&gt;poor poor tong aik undertakers gotta collect the remains.&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, there're so many things to live for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally my 1st $100 for tuition fees.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be $200, the agency gets half of it, as long as i don't inject my loo-ness to that kid, my teachings are good enough-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway that kid also sibei loo, he told me today he played with action figures when he's bored, how cool!&lt;br /&gt;alright! alright! i too promised to lend him my dragonball Z comics, bet you clowns are making fun of me right now.&lt;br /&gt;i busted myself eh..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-5983521733254809521?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/5983521733254809521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/5983521733254809521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-8312461287500756410</id><published>2006-11-25T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T18:01:16.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha tian zhen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN LOVING MEMORY OF VICTOR AND CLAIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4487/1917/1600/522928/retards%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4487/1917/320/279011/retards%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jk jk man, vroom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-8312461287500756410?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/8312461287500756410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/8312461287500756410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/11/haha-tian-zhen.html' title='haha tian zhen'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-3668999590003585207</id><published>2006-11-23T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T18:00:11.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>annoyed</title><content type='html'>i borrowed teenage magazine from flea a couple of days ago in school.&lt;br /&gt;it's decades ever since i read magazines like this.&lt;br /&gt;i read the dear kelly's column, that same old what-to-do-i'm-pregnant-should-i-abort articles.&lt;br /&gt;then i flipped to this page where people confess what they want to say, in sms format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ii lub eeu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, if you think that annoys you badly, thank God, you're on my side.&lt;br /&gt;if this is how you speak. all the best.&lt;br /&gt;it sounds absolutely dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ii luv eeu butt eeu d0n'T LuB mE, bUt iii ReStPecT eeu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about a "ii luv eeur mama Be3cuZ sHe cO0k5 cUrrY ch|ck3N 4 miE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is part 1.&lt;br /&gt;the second bunch of people loves to make proverbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confucius says:&lt;br /&gt;-censored-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is still ok.&lt;br /&gt;how about one with vocabulary and grammar issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-loves hurt&lt;br /&gt;-my loves for you is like the sea. very very very deap.&lt;br /&gt;-mine future is in your palm. you squeeze, you break it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ok to get emotional, do it right man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-3668999590003585207?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/3668999590003585207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/3668999590003585207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/11/annoyed.html' title='annoyed'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-8149689412559884573</id><published>2006-11-18T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:22:15.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You say, God says</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: green;"&gt; You say: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"It's impossible" &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All things are possible &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt;(Luke 18:27)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "I'm too tired" &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I will give you rest &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt;(Matthew 11:28-30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "Nobody really loves me" &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I love you &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt;(John 3:16 &amp; John 3:34 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "I can't go on" &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My grace is sufficient &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt;(II Corinthians 12:9 &amp; Psalm 91:15) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "I can't figure things out" &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: red;"&gt;God says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I will direct your steps &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt;(Proverbs 3:5-6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"I can't do it" &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You can do all things &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt;(Philippians 4:13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "I'm not able" &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am able &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt;(II Corinthians 9:8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"It's not worth it" &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It will be worth it &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt;(Roman 8:28 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "I can't forgive myself" &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I Forgive you &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt;(I John 1:9 &amp; Romans 8:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "I can't manage" &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I will supply all your needs &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt;(Philippians 4:19) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "I'm afraid" &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have not given you a spirit of fear &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt;(II Timothy 1:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "I'm always worried and frustrated" &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Cast all your cares on ME &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt;(I Peter 5:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "I'm not smart enough" &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I give you wisdom &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt;(I Corinthians 1:30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "I feel all alone" &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I will never leave you or forsake you &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt;(Hebrews 13:5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-8149689412559884573?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/8149689412559884573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/8149689412559884573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-say-god-says.html' title='You say, God says'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-1163611619939722648</id><published>2006-11-12T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:48:46.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>warp!</title><content type='html'>If I eat a little lesser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4487/1917/1600/warp%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4487/1917/320/warp%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I have 7 meals a day and be amanda's best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4487/1917/1600/warp%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4487/1917/320/warp%283%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-1163611619939722648?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/1163611619939722648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/1163611619939722648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/11/warp.html' title='warp!'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-116315990701831343</id><published>2006-11-10T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:53.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh well..</title><content type='html'>that previous post, no grudges around man.&lt;br /&gt;just writing about what comes along.&lt;br /&gt;when people hurt my feelings, i just talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;no retaliation, i don't find a purpose in 'eye for eye' and 'tooth for tooth'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are like rocks rubbing against each other, causing sparks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If there're no sparks produced, both rocks are not close enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- PeterZai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok i'll stop being confucius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-116315990701831343?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/116315990701831343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/116315990701831343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-well.html' title='oh well..'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-116300321011761957</id><published>2006-11-09T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:53.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what?</title><content type='html'>to you who think that me and kai ern shouldn't be a group for final year project, stop despising the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;your results, so far, so good, so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, studied in school with zhaoxiu.&lt;br /&gt;then that bird began to tell me who should we approach for help in our studies.&lt;br /&gt;he mentioned somebody.&lt;br /&gt;the entire subject shifted to stinginess.&lt;br /&gt;that somebody... absolutely nothing less than a miser.&lt;br /&gt;always grasping onto certain information, never willing to share.&lt;br /&gt;as if it's a nuclear weapon manual.&lt;br /&gt;typical chinese loser.&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong guys, it's not my china dude qingyu, no offence to the 'bread-winner.'&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;i'm a little radical today.&lt;br /&gt;i'm all out to shoot.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-116300321011761957?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/116300321011761957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/116300321011761957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/11/what.html' title='what?'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-116204282868613485</id><published>2006-10-28T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:53.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gimme a 5~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/320/Image002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strain your eyes and read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the NKF building for a field trip.&lt;br /&gt;The eat money association.&lt;br /&gt;Not only they use golden taps, they even have golden buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/Image001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/320/Image001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Q&amp;A session, jinhang asked: "when's the next charity show?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful time on friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/DSCN1735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/400/DSCN1735.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/DSCN1736.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/400/DSCN1736.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/DSCN1817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/400/DSCN1817.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/DSCN1771.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/400/DSCN1771.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not steven lim.&lt;br /&gt;anyway sorry marv, didn't mean to blow my cool.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma gave me this, she works at an old folks home.&lt;br /&gt;This is what she took back.&lt;br /&gt;Keyword: old folks home.&lt;br /&gt;Old people using these plasters. cute man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/320/Image011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-116204282868613485?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/116204282868613485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/116204282868613485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/10/gimme-5.html' title='gimme a 5~'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-116178379423479726</id><published>2006-10-25T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:53.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>123 evix!</title><content type='html'>completed all my theory tests! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/chinesetext1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/320/chinesetext1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-116178379423479726?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/116178379423479726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/116178379423479726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/10/123-evix.html' title='123 evix!'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-116152204934087023</id><published>2006-10-22T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:53.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cell group leader soon</title><content type='html'>the nurse say my size need to donate 8 packs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/Blood%20donation%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/320/Blood%20donation%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/Blood%20donation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/320/Blood%20donation.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from gek poh ville cc, it's like church in the extreme east, makan at central area, and then donation drive at extreme west, while i live in the extreme north.&lt;br /&gt;amazing race.&lt;br /&gt;anyway that previous encounter the few nights ago.&lt;br /&gt;that image kept flashing across my mind initially, maybe my description is simple to you, but it's scary.&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, it's no longer affecting me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 4:4&lt;br /&gt;You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-116152204934087023?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/116152204934087023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/116152204934087023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/10/cell-group-leader-soon.html' title='cell group leader soon'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-116142355562323744</id><published>2006-10-21T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:53.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that thing</title><content type='html'>before i slept yesterday night, i felt something strange in the room.&lt;br /&gt;my sister is in a deep sleep, apart from that,&lt;br /&gt;i knew there's  someone else in the room.&lt;br /&gt;in particular, something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pitch black, and i ignored that thought of being watched.&lt;br /&gt;i convinced myself that i was imagining.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it wasn't that simple.&lt;br /&gt;now i know the reason why we were given a spiritual gift of discernment ever since we receive salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i began to sleep, a very deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up in about 10 minutes time.&lt;br /&gt;i slept again, deeply, something shook me up in a few moments.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't suspicious then, until the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a nightmare, i saw myself in the woods, probably some national service training, but ironically  i'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;i was running, and saw an exit.&lt;br /&gt;when i approached the exit, i encountered an undead.&lt;br /&gt;his face had decayed, with long white hair, green ragged clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that very moment i kinda sprang up, opening my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;being awake and only to experience that,&lt;br /&gt;i'm oppressed by some force, i couldn't twist my body, i couldn't move my arms despite struggling.&lt;br /&gt;i struggled, and i struggled, i started to panic.&lt;br /&gt;you'll have my word, i did not make this up. this was absolutely what i went through yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was 1.45am.&lt;br /&gt;struggling...&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't speak.. the first word i utter was like 'Jee Je Jee'.&lt;br /&gt;i choked and perspired.&lt;br /&gt;that thing began to overwhelm with greater force, it was definitely stronger than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i grasped for air,&lt;br /&gt;crying out to God. still, i couldn't even utter a word.&lt;br /&gt;about 20 seconds later,&lt;br /&gt;i screamed, and i thought it was loud because i used all my might.&lt;br /&gt;"JESUS!"&lt;br /&gt;the words came out as soft as a whisper, and that thing left immediately.&lt;br /&gt;i wept silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then as i sat upright, i whimpered, there was a sense of security, Jesus was there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-116142355562323744?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/116142355562323744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/116142355562323744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/10/that-thing.html' title='that thing'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-116073421192474442</id><published>2006-10-13T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:52.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>777</title><content type='html'>Dying for God is easy. Living for God is not.&lt;br /&gt;Let all i am never cease to honour You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-116073421192474442?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/116073421192474442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/116073421192474442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/10/777.html' title='777'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-116066665095911455</id><published>2006-10-12T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:52.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!</title><content type='html'>piyang called me today.&lt;br /&gt;play for yuhua again in the next paya lebar cup.&lt;br /&gt;i really feel bad each time i turn him down. he's an awesome friend.&lt;br /&gt;and deep down inside me i still love the game.&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless!&lt;br /&gt;there's a higher calling~&lt;br /&gt;going to home cell group leadership class in a few days time, with samantha.&lt;br /&gt;sacrificing makes me feel pretty good right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had bible study today, speaking of bible study, this week's the first week i gave lessons to the boys!&lt;br /&gt;qihao and zack must be honoured to be taught by me. =)&lt;br /&gt;it was a great start, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;had some chat with liang ping just now at suntec, he confessed a stupid habit, man i was utterly disappointed in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to KL in 2 days time!&lt;br /&gt;can make fun of cantonese! whoooooO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-116066665095911455?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/116066665095911455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/116066665095911455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='!!'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-116057914960415051</id><published>2006-10-11T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:52.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks (friend)</title><content type='html'>today i saw ed hardy.&lt;br /&gt;my eye balls rolled out...&lt;br /&gt;i was astonished.. more like being petrified.&lt;br /&gt;because of how fake it is.&lt;br /&gt;it's like those pasar malam where you can find pyjamas of green pikachu.&lt;br /&gt;i froze there. still feeling sorry for those clowns who accompanied me all the way to IMM.&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to that friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my left gum hurts, each time i chew something it's painful.&lt;br /&gt;think i'll see a dentist soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss quek showed us a video today.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gI-W9HfLtns&lt;br /&gt;that korean kid is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-116057914960415051?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/116057914960415051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/116057914960415051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/10/thanks-friend.html' title='thanks (friend)'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-116031788099582983</id><published>2006-10-08T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:52.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoy~</title><content type='html'>i'll be donating blood on 22nd oct!&lt;br /&gt;to top that up on serving the community, wilson and I managed to assist the home for the mentally challenged.&lt;br /&gt;don't believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/DSCN1461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/320/DSCN1461.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filled with compassion and abundant experiences at Metta Home (good or bad, it doesn't matter), we yearn to give a helping hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the drive is a serious one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/ad_blood-donation_compl.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/200/ad_blood-donation_compl.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it will be my second drive. 3 cheers for peterzai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that amanda sent me the photos, time to share!&lt;br /&gt;back in serangoon garden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some photos which I tried to look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/DSCN1469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/320/DSCN1469.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's one which I attempted stupid facial expressions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/DSCN1495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/320/DSCN1495.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really stuffy at chomp chomp, the frying around is crazy enough that I couldn't even tell if it's facial oil or cooking oil on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/DSCN1496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/320/DSCN1496.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we came here for this! it's not human waste.&lt;br /&gt;introducing the chocolate tau huey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/DSCN1466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/320/DSCN1466.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's for killing my childhood hero.&lt;br /&gt;we hate stingrays so much, we ate the $12 portion.&lt;br /&gt;this one which the girls had cost $8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/DSCN1538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/320/DSCN1538.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating alone sure is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/DSCN1544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/320/DSCN1544.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's proud of their EZ link card.&lt;br /&gt;i'm using my sister's one, how proud could I be?&lt;br /&gt;so I performed a stunt on a city harvest OM card.&lt;br /&gt;now you believe I can finish a macdonalds' ice cream with 2 bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care man~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-116031788099582983?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/116031788099582983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/116031788099582983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/10/enjoy.html' title='enjoy~'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-116021559920778230</id><published>2006-10-07T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:52.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct 7</title><content type='html'>been awhile since i feel lousy about myself.&lt;br /&gt;it's easy to pick myself up, time to take a step for God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway had tremendous fun with everyone yesterday at chomp chomp!&lt;br /&gt;we had some seafood fest~ when I give a thumbs up, trust me, it's really good food.&lt;br /&gt;then the famous tau huey!&lt;br /&gt;$1.50 is actually quite expensive, but it's worth every bite~&lt;br /&gt;"uncle, we take photo together can?"&lt;br /&gt;then he was so humble, it took me some time to accept the fact that he claimed he's going to display our photo of A3 size on his stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at his stall, singapore idol commercials and all that fame.&lt;br /&gt;look at us: fake wilber pan - pan sai, a beaver, a 5 year old kid and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;let's give the tau huey shop a standing ovation.&lt;br /&gt;chocolate tau huey. mango tau huey. eggtart tau huey.&lt;br /&gt;it's every fat man's paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from cell group.&lt;br /&gt;another awesome time, apart from the haze.&lt;br /&gt;3 cheers for indonesia, they've reduced our lifespan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-116021559920778230?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/116021559920778230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/116021559920778230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/10/oct-7.html' title='Oct 7'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-116006011910419395</id><published>2006-10-05T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:52.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what?</title><content type='html'>just went for bible study after school and then met qihao for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;ate at bk and taught him some geography.&lt;br /&gt;and after that, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i saw faris jy and his friends!&lt;br /&gt;those bunch are hilarious. they're really funny, hang around with them and in 3 months you can be a comedian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, and today pastor zhuang wore this! it's the blue one.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/1523_1_yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/320/1523_1_yellow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;target: by christmas i'll get my hands on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-116006011910419395?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/116006011910419395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/116006011910419395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/10/what.html' title='what?'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-115980928610592750</id><published>2006-10-03T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:52.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exclusive Interview, PeterZai interviews PeterZai</title><content type='html'>I've got this questions from a friend and thought, hey it might be fun to answer these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My ex is still...&lt;br /&gt;i've yet to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am listening to sounds from&lt;br /&gt;Dad flipping the newspaper, mr brown show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Maybe I should...&lt;br /&gt;Pray for an ed hardy shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love...&lt;br /&gt;Eating, nothing beats good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My best friend...&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it... all my friends are casual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't understand...&lt;br /&gt;why that damned stingray killed steve, now i've to watch barney and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I lost...&lt;br /&gt;a dollar on buying old chang kee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. People say...&lt;br /&gt;"you're blocking my path, fatso."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The meaning of my screen name is...&lt;br /&gt;screen name? PeterZai? authentic eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Love is...&lt;br /&gt;1 Cor 13:4-7&lt;br /&gt;"Love suffers long &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up;&lt;span id="en-NKJV-28665" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil;&lt;span id="en-NKJV-28666" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth;&lt;span id="en-NKJV-28667" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things..."&lt;br /&gt;if you're some overly emotional lovey dovey philosopher who always try to investigate complicated love statements, stop being a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Somewhere, someone is...&lt;br /&gt;If i know, i would've robbed bill gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I will always...&lt;br /&gt;Try to slim down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Forever seems...&lt;br /&gt;...it is as near as receiving Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I never ever want to...&lt;br /&gt;Learn violin. =) peace out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My cell phone is...&lt;br /&gt;awesome, hooray to Nokia 6233&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When I woke up this morning...&lt;br /&gt;I extended my passport at lavender and wore a belt with a pistol buckle on it, without knowing that i could get into some big trouble with the ICA building security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I get annoyed...&lt;br /&gt;when people tried to come up with some i dun love you dun love me stuff with their msn nick after they got heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Parties are...&lt;br /&gt;for everyone who loves alcohol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. My pet(s) are...&lt;br /&gt;watching animal planet is enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Kisses are the best when...&lt;br /&gt;she 4 days never brush teeth and you had 2 kg of garlic for your dinner just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Today I...&lt;br /&gt;kept thinking of what she meant the other day. still a mystery to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Tomorrow I will...&lt;br /&gt;have bible study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I really want...&lt;br /&gt;to win her heart when the right time comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random things about myself: (excluding loving God)&lt;br /&gt;1. I love guitar, be it classical or electric.&lt;br /&gt;2. I love kids. i'm not michael jackson&lt;br /&gt;3. I love bball.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love entertaining people.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love to make fun of loo loo people.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love it when dad farts for like 6 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;7. Challenge me to sakae sushi, if you eat more plates than I do, it's my treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;1. POT BELLY&lt;br /&gt;2. height, don't worry man i'm not afraid of myself&lt;br /&gt;3. when leader's not satisfied&lt;br /&gt;4. expensive food that is small in portion and tastes like garbage, i'll get angry instead&lt;br /&gt;5. people with tattoo&lt;br /&gt;6. people with buck tooth, don't bite me!&lt;br /&gt;7. pimples and acne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random songs at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;1. Stryper - Lady&lt;br /&gt;2. Mr Big - Just Take My Heart&lt;br /&gt;3. Metallica - Battery&lt;br /&gt;4. Stryper - In God We Trust&lt;br /&gt;5. Iron Maiden - Rainmaker&lt;br /&gt;6. Poison - Every Rose Has Its Thorn&lt;br /&gt;7. Hillsong - With All I Am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I like most: (again, for the sake of hypocrites, excluding loving God)&lt;br /&gt;1. when she smiles&lt;br /&gt;2. fishing&lt;br /&gt;3. drool over ed hardy stuff&lt;br /&gt;4. make jokes out of anything&lt;br /&gt;5. eating, i'm sure good at this&lt;br /&gt;6. sunshine&lt;br /&gt;7. staring at cars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-115980928610592750?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115980928610592750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115980928610592750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/10/exclusive-interview-peterzai.html' title='Exclusive Interview, PeterZai interviews PeterZai'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-115970720744409387</id><published>2006-10-01T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:51.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=) again</title><content type='html'>today's sunday!&lt;br /&gt;i would be eligible to dial 995 today for an incredible rate of heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;what a question she asked.&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today's the start of the 150km run.&lt;br /&gt;i'm on my way to 90kg so that you clowns can stop making fun of my weight.&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it...&lt;br /&gt;actually hardly anyone makes fun of me.&lt;br /&gt;i think i made a joke out of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's children's day.&lt;br /&gt;so everyone from DBE2B22 except for Peter Hua Zai Qian, happy children's day.&lt;br /&gt;so everyone from W398 except for me, samantha and manager, happy children's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/400/Image000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long time since i did this, it's kinda fun. happy children's day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-115970720744409387?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115970720744409387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115970720744409387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/10/again.html' title='=) again'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-115953588198907066</id><published>2006-09-29T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:51.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letter</title><content type='html'>it's been an awesome week. this week i have yet to check out my weight. i love to forget doing that.&lt;br /&gt;cell group week in, week out, make phone calls with the kids, make phone calls with the manager, and the list goes on. it's wonderful to chat up with liang ping after bible study lessons, been awhile since we caught up.&lt;br /&gt;that white man wanted to be a cell group guitarist and helper in 3 months, what a vision! every cell group leader can count on this guy to do great works for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my hair done on tuesday, i always wanted to look like an angmo. i'm proud to be asian but the common singapore boy bird hairdo is really kuku. $50 for hair cut, two tone and treatment, eh quite worthy eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;on thursday there's bible study, and i wore an ACDC shirt. i love ACDC!&lt;br /&gt;then halfway the lesson, pastor zhuang called me to write down the 9 fruits of the spirit on the board.&lt;br /&gt;while doing that, pastor joked: "ACDC is an anti christ band"&lt;br /&gt;and then i think i heard pastor mention 1 of ACDC's song, guess what's the name.&lt;br /&gt;'highway to hell.'&lt;br /&gt;and then he burst into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;peace. we're daniels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my Heavenly Dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, can we have integration in the cell group? I do my best, You do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, can You come into mum, dad and sis. Time is running out.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, I saw an ed hardy shirt today. It's 40% off and yet $80. Can I please have that?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, I love travelling around, I need a car, can I have the chevrolet spark after I got my license? it's around $25k.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, my crumpler bag looks small on me. can I have a brand new bigger one? It's about $189.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, I'm wired to have this special feeling for this person, it has been a year and it's still there, what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll lay down my life for You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your good and faithful  servant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-115953588198907066?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115953588198907066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115953588198907066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/09/letter.html' title='letter'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-115815298550347943</id><published>2006-09-13T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:51.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18!!</title><content type='html'>hi guys today i'm 6578.2 days old. yesterday i just turned 18!&lt;br /&gt;that means i'm qualified to go to jail! so it's no nonsense adulthood&lt;br /&gt;hooray to people who blessed me!&lt;br /&gt;you clowns are fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to jianyong:&lt;br /&gt;this guy's awesome. he lied to me that he wants his wah pedal back.&lt;br /&gt;then when he came, he confessed that all he wanted was to pass me a gift.&lt;br /&gt;every single year, his gift was and is still the most anticipating.&lt;br /&gt;one time he presented me a photo... of this guy in gray polo tee (!), and a picture of dalton.&lt;br /&gt;and then SIR ROBIN, (apologies to people whom i know will go ??? when you read this)&lt;br /&gt;this year... he actually used 5 wrapping papers, and on each paper he wrote some nonsensical secondary school stuff + current laughing stuff on it.&lt;br /&gt;and it's an ozzy osbourne cd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/ozzyf.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/200/ozzyf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;three cheers for the guy who made up so much nonsense ever since primary 6&lt;br /&gt;by the way jianyong is some guy who would play even during PSLE paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to shirley, wilson, lihua and the rest of the clowns:&lt;br /&gt;you guys are awesome, brought me out for some foodfest.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed myself so much!&lt;br /&gt;though it's kinda pity we can't go to the zoo..&lt;br /&gt;kian's sms: "you're granted permission to roam around singapore for one day because it's your birthday, please report to the zoo the next morning"&lt;br /&gt;anyway next time ok! i promised myself to at least have a photo with orang utan~&lt;br /&gt;which in this case you wouldn't recognise which is me in the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my cellgroup w398!:&lt;br /&gt;must be xiaowei prompt you all one right... haha!&lt;br /&gt;i really appreciate you kids&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to be a cell group leader leading you people. young yet mature.&lt;br /&gt;lots of potential!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to syon:&lt;br /&gt;you dork, you didn't tear down the price tag!&lt;br /&gt;anyway you shouldn't have man..&lt;br /&gt;i mean the free movies with you every sat is enough, just let me hold the popcorns next time.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to God: i said everything yesterday night. from thanksgiving to worship. you're an awesome God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was flicking my remote control the other day&lt;br /&gt;animal planet, discovery channel, national geographic&lt;br /&gt;cartoon network, nickelodean, disney&lt;br /&gt;for the very first time, boring!&lt;br /&gt;and then channel 8... the ultimate comedian&lt;br /&gt;even my baby sister couldn't crack a smile. local humour suck.&lt;br /&gt;go join the mr brown organization or something and learn.&lt;br /&gt;you're embarrassing all the funny people in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;can't even entertain a primary 6 kid.. loser&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-115815298550347943?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115815298550347943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115815298550347943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/09/18.html' title='18!!'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-115746949415564926</id><published>2006-09-05T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:51.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks steve</title><content type='html'>steve irwin's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it came across my mind.&lt;br /&gt;how come the talented ones die early?&lt;br /&gt;ozzy osbourne wouldn't be possible in that era without guitarist randy rhoads.&lt;br /&gt;metallica was never the same without bassist cliff burton.&lt;br /&gt;now animal planet will never be the same without steve irwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just went for poly prayer meeting at YMCA an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;growth in w398 eh?&lt;br /&gt;i think the cell group needs to grow in our heads&lt;br /&gt;i could spend 2 hours talking about this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jianyong came and jam guitars yesterday&lt;br /&gt;at one point tthat clown can play like yngwie malmsteen&lt;br /&gt;and then play like slash&lt;br /&gt;then we watched the movie detroit rock city, featuring KISS!!&lt;br /&gt;one of my favourite bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/B000031EFY.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V1057215252_.gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/400/B000031EFY.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V1057215252_.gif.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-115746949415564926?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115746949415564926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115746949415564926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/09/thanks-steve.html' title='thanks steve'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-115656605239234412</id><published>2006-08-26T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:51.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa!</title><content type='html'>yesterday was class outing! to sentosa!&lt;br /&gt;it's a crazy day. thank God it's not over-populated&lt;br /&gt;we started off with hit-the-ball-over-the-net-and-go-get-the-ball at siloso.&lt;br /&gt;i don't dare label it as volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;it's like whack the ball to the other side and wait for some clowns to retrieve.&lt;br /&gt;then the clouds spitted on us.&lt;br /&gt;after half an hour or so, the clouds vomitted...&lt;br /&gt;it's unbelievable, a moment ago the sand was on fire, and then there's rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the climax.&lt;br /&gt;i splitted my shorts even before the first half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;it's not those tiny lobangs where you can hide.&lt;br /&gt;i'll show you with photos. it's down there.. patience!! read my post first, save the best laugh for the last&lt;br /&gt;you'll laugh out your lungs.&lt;br /&gt;i got those cheap flowery shorts 4 years ago, surprised it still fits on me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm now walking with shorts of extra design, design of what's beneath my shorts.&lt;br /&gt;spongebob.&lt;br /&gt;nah, too lazy to change, besides i have only one more shorts left, can't possibly go home with boxers on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain was so heavy we were like having some mini race to the shelter to catch a bus to palawan's 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;and believe it.&lt;br /&gt;it's the very first time i boarded the sentosa bus topless. plus plus plus&lt;br /&gt;with a pair of ripped flowery spongebob face pants!&lt;br /&gt;the guys couldn't care less either. the bus was extremely crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 7-11. got a beer and an ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;the price was reasonable. i thought it's gonna be like daylight robbery. :)&lt;br /&gt;and for the first time again.&lt;br /&gt;we boarded on an open air tram to palawan. too lazy to walk.&lt;br /&gt;three cheers for the sentosa tram drivers! the friendliest bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lobang was supposed to be in front, i flipped it, better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/DSCN1218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/320/DSCN1218.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were worried if i'll break the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/DSCF0334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/320/DSCF0334.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and i did what i'm capable of. destroying trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/DSCF0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/320/DSCF0337.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/DSCN1208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/320/DSCN1208.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/DSCN1209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/320/DSCN1209.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-115656605239234412?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115656605239234412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115656605239234412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/08/sentosa.html' title='Sentosa!'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-115592288933547363</id><published>2006-08-19T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:51.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome God!</title><content type='html'>i suddenly remembered this year's valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;something interesting to share, which i've always forgotten to.&lt;br /&gt;everyone loves valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;i do.&lt;br /&gt;because it's a day i can evaluate how many couples are homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;sorry. got carried away with my anti-gay issues.&lt;br /&gt;it's never a special day, not for now at least.&lt;br /&gt;i spent that day with ex cell group members at mind cafe, believe it, playing board games.&lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;br /&gt;and then after everything, i boarded a train home.&lt;br /&gt;the MRT column has 9 seats.&lt;br /&gt;and in each column there's always one empty seat on every sides of the cabin i see.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted that seat, no 94kg fat man would love to stand from douby ghaut to sembawang.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.. then another big discovery&lt;br /&gt;the 8 passengers sitting were couples.&lt;br /&gt;it's not wrong, but i'll feel awkward sitting in the middle of 4 couples.&lt;br /&gt;took a  look at the standing lovie dovies, ALL were lovers, only some old people alone. i promise i'm not making this up.&lt;br /&gt;they were holding either chocolate or roses. classic.&lt;br /&gt;should had took a photo down, and play the spot-the-odd game.&lt;br /&gt;it's an unbelievable sight.&lt;br /&gt;let's sing....&lt;br /&gt;"BARNEY IS A DINOSAUR FROM OUR IMAGINATION....."&lt;br /&gt;everyone loves barney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today Rev. Dr. A.R. Bernard preached.&lt;br /&gt;and i typed Rev. Dr. in this polite manner because of my tremendous reverence for him.&lt;br /&gt;what a depth of understanding.&lt;br /&gt;he's so specific in the details of God's words.&lt;br /&gt;he made a service looked like a bible school.&lt;br /&gt;educate, encourage, empower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read an article by Bill Frey.&lt;br /&gt;i must share this story with you!&lt;br /&gt;Bill tutored a blind student, John, at the university of colorado in 1951.&lt;br /&gt;one day he questioned John how he got blind.&lt;br /&gt;the student described an accident that happened in his teenage years.&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy took not only his sight, but his hopes as well.&lt;br /&gt;"I was bitter and angry with God for letting that happened, and I took my anger on everyone around me. I felt that since then i had no future, I wouldn't life a finger on my own behalf. Let others wait on me. I shut my bedroom door and refused to come out except for meals."&lt;br /&gt;Bill was surprised because his student now displayed no anger or bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;He asked John to explain the change.&lt;br /&gt;John credited his dad.&lt;br /&gt;His dad insisted the boy on house chores, even shutting high storm windows.&lt;br /&gt;"They'll be sorry when I fall off my ladder and break my neck."&lt;br /&gt;But he didn't fall, little by little he inched around the house and finished the chore.&lt;br /&gt;The assignment achieved the dad's goal. John realized he could still work and reconstruct his life.&lt;br /&gt;"I later discovered that at no time during the day had my father ever been more than four or five feet away from my side"&lt;br /&gt;The father had no intention for him to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Heavenly Father has no intention of letting you fall either.&lt;br /&gt;you can't see Him, but he is present.&lt;br /&gt;Jude 1:24&lt;br /&gt;"To him who is able to keep you from falling and to present you before his glorious presence without fault and with great joy."&lt;br /&gt;Awesome God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-115592288933547363?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115592288933547363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115592288933547363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/08/awesome-god.html' title='Awesome God!'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-115435144049434986</id><published>2006-07-31T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:51.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>motivational speaker!</title><content type='html'>finally today i realised what i always wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;a motivational speaker.&lt;br /&gt;not a guru in a turban..&lt;br /&gt;i don't know about the pay.. but i think i'll enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;since comedian is out of the circle, this job is next.&lt;br /&gt;i can't picture myself turning into an electrician or engineer after graduation, the sight of wires make me haywire.&lt;br /&gt;my mouth works better than my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today got presentation in school. haha i por the teacher. got away with our laziness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-115435144049434986?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115435144049434986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115435144049434986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/07/motivational-speaker.html' title='motivational speaker!'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-115426689083720439</id><published>2006-07-30T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:51.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God hears!</title><content type='html'>behold.. 100km.. defeated! i did it.&lt;br /&gt;the weight made only a slight difference.&lt;br /&gt;who cares.&lt;br /&gt;i'll console myself it's muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people described their clubbing experiences to me, the tofu eating experiences&lt;br /&gt; based on accounts, i never liked clubbing, i've never went to one and will never approach one, even if hard liquor is free&lt;br /&gt; night life eh..&lt;br /&gt; why not head to a pub, listen to good old jazz and blues music&lt;br /&gt; get some beer and hard liquor&lt;br /&gt; have a hearty chat with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i can play 16 beat praise with hardly any mistakes in cell group meeting yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;praise God.&lt;br /&gt;you bet, today's deliverence service was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;it's a sight you must witness, the power of God that breaks foothold of demons&lt;br /&gt;the blood of Christ which sets the captives free&lt;br /&gt;to be frank. it's exorcism&lt;br /&gt;what a covenent we have in God&lt;br /&gt;by the way.&lt;br /&gt;we don't negotiate or compromise with demons, we cast it out in Jesus' name.&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is alive.&lt;br /&gt;people think that God is only important before makan, because all they see believers do is to give thanks to God before meals.&lt;br /&gt;God appears more than just before meals.&lt;br /&gt;very much more.&lt;br /&gt;He wants to restore, heal, empower, bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;this is the joy that i'll never trade it for the world, and i want you to have this joy too.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-115426689083720439?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115426689083720439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115426689083720439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/07/god-hears.html' title='God hears!'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-115338186049881841</id><published>2006-07-20T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:51.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>67.8km</title><content type='html'>67.8 km defeated!&lt;br /&gt;lots of good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly dad is back!&lt;br /&gt;look what that old man brought..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/152045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/200/152045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wooo! jack daniels. find it in singapore and it's for about $89&lt;br /&gt;he got it for $35&lt;br /&gt;and finally finished a black cat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/153831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/200/153831.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;above all, dad was safe. praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... saturday is the outreach event..&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be exciting..&lt;br /&gt;those who wanna have fun.. join us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-115338186049881841?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115338186049881841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115338186049881841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/07/678km.html' title='67.8km'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-115306286604944749</id><published>2006-07-16T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:50.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>55km already</title><content type='html'>ok. i'm offically over half way through the PF2F campaign.&lt;br /&gt; 55km! jelly legs already. hopefully this works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i'm so happy! ji yong received Jesus!&lt;br /&gt; the greatest gift anyone can receive is not really healing or provision,&lt;br /&gt; of course God wants to give you that,&lt;br /&gt; but it is the blood of Christ that has victory over all stronghold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a healing service.&lt;br /&gt;blind can see.&lt;br /&gt;deaf can hear.&lt;br /&gt;the principle of healing? faith!&lt;br /&gt;sorry i'm lazy to recap this again. go online and ctach the sermon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how we fellowship&lt;br /&gt;seriously esplanade rooftop is really beautiful&lt;br /&gt;photos: courtesy of Benedict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/Picture%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/320/Picture%20019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i censored benedict's face. i just can't explain how boredom overwhelms us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/Picture%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/320/Picture%20017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the reaction after referee kayu, i'm about to receive a yellow card or a technical foul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-115306286604944749?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115306286604944749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115306286604944749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/07/55km-already.html' title='55km already'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-115289286116265122</id><published>2006-07-14T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:50.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>disappointed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;lost some cool over meaningless stuff.&lt;br /&gt;think i still made basketball an idolatry.&lt;br /&gt;it's now in the bin, i truly don't need it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still feeling lousy.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be fine. sorry boys. didn't mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-115289286116265122?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115289286116265122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115289286116265122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/07/disappointed-with-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-115263263782111782</id><published>2006-07-11T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:50.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)    :)</title><content type='html'>actually w125 was supposed to meet up for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;then elaine and cs can't make it. wonder if they really can't make it.&lt;br /&gt;left me and samantha only.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a bus from bugis to bukit timah. reached at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;the food there is power!&lt;br /&gt;we had porridge plus some china side dishes.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;then go to another restaurant had milo dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought an ACDC shirt from bugis! finally... a band shirt that i really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh ran 8km yesterday night, ran till my shoes spoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk sleep already, all the best folks!&lt;br /&gt;a really really happy day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-115263263782111782?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115263263782111782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115263263782111782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=':)    :)'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-115236247191245525</id><published>2006-07-08T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:50.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>32km!</title><content type='html'>it's been awhile since i post.&lt;br /&gt;32km completed! closer to 89kg each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to jurong west to help the children's church in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;it's not fun. kids bite, i'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;i'm warned about this kid who chomps on people. thank God i'm still in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;the tiny troopers stormed their way into church lobby, pecking the lift buttons with their fingers.&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn't matter if they're going up or down.&lt;br /&gt;saw vickson helping out, can't believe he actually had fun.&lt;br /&gt;i'll rather have harsh labour than to be a kid's usher. anyway, it's still an awesome day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung around at best coffeeshop with van and ronghui, the overweight boy gave me a wrong change, and he like don't care one. next time don't buy your ban mian ah!&lt;br /&gt;nah joking joking, if i don't eat that, i'm not going to turn to the other stalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i watched wrestling. you know, that nonsensical channel. out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;go on laugh, because i thought they were cool 6 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;if you smell what the rock is cookin'.&lt;br /&gt;sigh~ muscular gays in leather underwear. jeremy, you should watch wwe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to chiong guitar once more. there's an assignment tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-115236247191245525?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115236247191245525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115236247191245525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/07/32km.html' title='32km!'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-115202679264135584</id><published>2006-07-04T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:50.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>dad's flying to israel next monday 12midnight.&lt;br /&gt;that old man insisted on not seeing him off.&lt;br /&gt;does he think i'll really stay home? i'll be there even if it's way past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today accomplished 6.4km. when i was running, i felt kinda good about myself. giving God everything at my prime, expecially in the days of youth, by the way it's only the beginning. never once had i thought that encountering Him was a waste of time, what an awesome life!&lt;br /&gt;a few weeks ago i tried to study the human body system, frustration made me almost pull my hair into pieces. i looked into the complexity of various organs.&lt;br /&gt;then i thought of evolution, no way i came from an ape even though i resemble one. if evolution really exist, i wish to see monkeys in the mandai zoo read textbooks one day.&lt;br /&gt;ah... the potter's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody flattered me today!&lt;br /&gt;felt so encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;a friend says that if i slim down... bla bla bla (something that's very nice)&lt;br /&gt;i can't disclose it, cause if i do, some of you guys might puke at the computer moniter screen, resulting in damage to it.&lt;br /&gt;anyway that made me wanna lose weight more!&lt;br /&gt;go to hell KFC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-115202679264135584?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115202679264135584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115202679264135584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/07/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-115193939491233181</id><published>2006-07-03T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:50.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you buddies</title><content type='html'>thank God for all of you guys out there!&lt;br /&gt;those who gave their encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;it might be sound vibration in the air, but it's like petrol to my oil tank. not that oil tank in the belly, i don't need it thanks. you're truly a fuel to my determination!&lt;br /&gt;i love you folks who heartened, hearten, and yet to hearten me. you mean alot to me and my tremendous weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for tagging, now i've got more than 3 reasons to go online. haha. hopefully you clowns get entertained.&lt;br /&gt;i've to take close measure of my weight these days, and there're moments i wished the weighing scale was lying.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! this is amusing. i did this out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;before i excrete solid waste i was 94.2 kg. (sorry guys, scientific terms)&lt;br /&gt;after the business, 94.&lt;br /&gt;hence, the solid waste actually weighs 0.2kg.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm wondering how diarrhoea helps... nah it's partially liquid waste.&lt;br /&gt;thousand apologies to friends munching food out there.&lt;br /&gt;by the way 15.2/100km completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought an everlast shirt. you know... that boxing one..&lt;br /&gt;bought facial cream. you know... for the red polkadots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praise God for this happy day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-115193939491233181?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115193939491233181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115193939491233181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-you-buddies.html' title='i love you buddies'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-115185425140492884</id><published>2006-07-02T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:50.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hope you guys enjoy..</title><content type='html'>today's post will be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;i promised i'll post a blog about these kind hearted dudes who bulldoze their way through MRT doors like it's closing as soon as it finished opening.&lt;br /&gt;So these are some personal opinions for all the friendly folks dying for MRT seats out there.&lt;br /&gt;Number 1.&lt;br /&gt;it seriously makes you looked stupid even though when you're the first to enter the train, because everyone will then know how much common sense you have.&lt;br /&gt;and besides it's a bad idea to bulldoze onto someone of my size. i'm like an 18 wheeler. you never heard of a motorcycle trying to rampage a monster truck right?&lt;br /&gt;Number 2.&lt;br /&gt;you have to shut up each time political issues are raised. because the Land Transport Authority bought yellow paint exclusively to indicate arrows and lines just for you. i guess that didn't work even though it's the best idea in my opinion. so don't you ever complain about how bad the government is.&lt;br /&gt;Number 3.&lt;br /&gt;truly, it looked extremely dumb to stand too near to the door. it's like you need some grinding. you must be a big fan of the NBA trying to play some tough defense, or draw an offensive foul. by the way, getting in first doesn't mean you're getting out first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old people, it's ok, we understand.&lt;br /&gt;foreign talents in the field of hard labour such as factory workers, read some train books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's service was for me. i knew it. God set me up.&lt;br /&gt;it'll take a long time to describe the feeling when God commands you, when He gives you a word of prophesy. pastor kong was right, it wasn't a composition of 350 words. just a verse, drives you to achieve it like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;it's more significant to do the things you've to do when you least feel like it at times.&lt;br /&gt;have to keep this in mind strongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the chicago bulls era dvd.&lt;br /&gt;i love dennis rodman.&lt;br /&gt;he's doing all the dirty job, like diving on the platform for the ball, even if it takes him to land on the people.&lt;br /&gt;taking elbows from opponents in the paint for rebounds.&lt;br /&gt;helping out the team in pick and rolls.&lt;br /&gt;forget michael jordan.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm like a dennis rodman.&lt;br /&gt;i'll do the diving on hard platforms, i'll take elbows, i'll take screens.&lt;br /&gt;doing the little things that make w398 fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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type='text'>30-6-06</title><content type='html'>30-6-06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possibly the worst day, of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went off so ready to sweelee to claim my electric guitar.&lt;br /&gt;i decided on the black one, but only silver left.&lt;br /&gt;there's a dent. and marty friedman's autograph looked like some kids just scribbled on it.&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, there's no whammy bar. how do you expect to play.&lt;br /&gt;i left empty handed. disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at carl's jr. the land of giants. with a bunch of clowns, i mean classmates.&lt;br /&gt;don't ever mark that event as a celebration for amanda's birthday. it's so unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;i gluttoned my way and have to abandon them early for cell group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sped home from city hall to sembawang. grasp my guitar, dashed like nuts to the taxi, and headed to bukit batok for cell group. the cab fare is crazy. travelling the entire singapore just to encounter God has been my life. sembawang is the extreme north. cell group and prayer meetings at the extreme west. church at extreme east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's tough for cell group members to experience bad music in praise and worship.&lt;br /&gt;i do suck at classical i know, i'm a metalhead.&lt;br /&gt;but it's time to appreciate me. i beg you. if you think my skills don't deserve it, at least my countless time and efforts do.&lt;br /&gt;it's not exactly enjoyable to go for guitar lessons every sunday.&lt;br /&gt;it's not easy to juggle with tell-you-the-songs-to-play-just-a-day-before-cell-group stuff and exams. everyone needs enough practice, especially rookies.&lt;br /&gt;exams ate up half of my day, and i'm willing to chiong guitar for the other half of the day, but please, give me this chance to know what songs can i sacrifice like a madman on. otherwise i'll practise songs that you might not use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then power.&lt;br /&gt;reach home. mum says die earlier better. extremely serious.&lt;br /&gt;it's easy to utter these words.&lt;br /&gt;they're vibration in the air to you, but they're daggars to me.&lt;br /&gt;unbelievable. after that testimony, this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like a dartboard.&lt;br /&gt;and the darts are all in its bull's eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-115168343761953583?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115168343761953583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115168343761953583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/06/30-6-06.html' title='30-6-06'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-115150658900733463</id><published>2006-06-28T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:49.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vroom...vroomm....vrrrooomm</title><content type='html'>wooo.&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me how's the anatomy paper. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;exams are off my mind right now, wished i could eat those papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had enough of reading.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'm getting my ibanez!!! so happy man!&lt;br /&gt;this is how it looks like, i'll probably take the black one. the point is, it's autographed by marty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/GSZ120_SV_2B_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/320/GSZ120_SV_2B_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;friedman! only 10 pieces in singapore! left 7...&lt;br /&gt;the name is a little weird.&lt;br /&gt;an ex megadeth guitarist. a crazy musician.&lt;br /&gt;just realised he speaks japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting mum at orchard tomorrow. to eat.&lt;br /&gt;i repeat. to eat.&lt;br /&gt;at phoenix hotel. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good!&lt;br /&gt;He provides food.&lt;br /&gt;He provides electric guitar.&lt;br /&gt;you'll say "it's your money, not His."&lt;br /&gt;i'm the chief executive, He's the CEO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-115150658900733463?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;100 km of running (not cycling) in a month.&lt;br /&gt;1000 push ups in a month.&lt;br /&gt;at least 5 days of gym training in a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you ever try to sulk at what i'm doing for my health just because doing these are chicken to you, try being 95kg you loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way.. just gave myself a hair cut!&lt;br /&gt;i mean it. i trimmed my own hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's paper. alamak. always dreaming in class.&lt;br /&gt;didn't know that vectors were included. but the rest, chicken.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's going to be a big day. anatomy and physiology paper. shoot it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read the bible on my way to school as usual, weird, kept encountering scriptures that has to do with honouring parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since i felt this way.&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be ok. it's gonna be ok. it's gonna be ok. it's gonna be ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-115138018091082191?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115138018091082191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115138018091082191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-gonna-be-ok.html' title='it&apos;s gonna be ok.'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-115131604118530707</id><published>2006-06-26T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:49.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>posted by ZaiQian</title><content type='html'>it's tough dealing with emotions.&lt;br /&gt;those dreams doesn't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;fantasy comes, and fantasy goes.&lt;br /&gt;guess it's not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;so stop questioning. thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's go on to something happier. let's see what's worth to write down...&lt;br /&gt;i cooked excellent today, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;i'm learning Iron Maiden- The Trooper solo. it's electric guitar stuff you caveman.&lt;br /&gt;i was distracted about a dozen times when i tried to study today. by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorrowful, for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-115131604118530707?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115131604118530707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115131604118530707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/06/posted-by-zaiqian.html' title='posted by ZaiQian'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-115116363602438288</id><published>2006-06-24T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:49.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KFC in Heaven</title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;came to confess.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't study well for MST.&lt;br /&gt;even when i don't watch world cup.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow chiong, i promise myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way. daddy's really going to israel. one week.&lt;br /&gt;here's the plan&lt;br /&gt;PLAN A: get him a salvation book, and hope he gets so bored that at any time he'll read it.&lt;br /&gt;PLAN B: God will come and do a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan B God will settle, i'll take plan A.&lt;br /&gt;Deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But the Lord is faithful, and he will strengthen and protect you from the evil one.”&lt;br /&gt;- 2 Thessalonians 3:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love to picture the after-life event.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try my best to describe.&lt;br /&gt;it's misty everywhere... must be the clouds&lt;br /&gt;then you caught a glimpse of Jesus. you know it's Him. it'll be stupid to break the atmosphere by asking your savior what's His name.&lt;br /&gt;you start to run without fear. into His arms He whispered: "bla bla bla bla....good and faithful servant, welcome home."&lt;br /&gt;then you began to shed tears like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;for my case i'll question:&lt;br /&gt;"can we go to the nearest KFC and have a good chat over there?"&lt;br /&gt;"anyway do you have discount coupons in Heaven now? say 2 piece chicken for $3.95?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's free son. on the house, my house, that is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i want the 3 piece chicken meal. hot and spicy. switch the coleslaw for fries and coke for mountain dew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just a picture in my head. Heaven is truly better than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-115116363602438288?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115116363602438288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115116363602438288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/06/kfc-in-heaven.html' title='KFC in Heaven'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-115099317168994959</id><published>2006-06-22T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:49.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....1....2....5</title><content type='html'>are you guys waiting for me to reveal who is she in those stupid dreams.&lt;br /&gt;kinda shocked so many clowns read.&lt;br /&gt;it's been really a while since idiots teased me with stuff like this, not among each other but in public. the last one was bad enough, almost admitted myself into IMH.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it does feels kinda fulfilling to be teased.&lt;br /&gt;many times not.&lt;br /&gt;shouting across the street to an apprently overweight girl, "ZAIQIAN LOVE YOU" when you don't even know her name. that happened in secondary school. countless times.. used to it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i've got pages and chapters about these incidents. sad man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think some poly lecturers should be paid, say $3000 monthly the most.&lt;br /&gt;most of them dragged themselves to lecture halls, began to talk to themselves, and then end it.&lt;br /&gt;and what? they're paid about $8000 to do these!?&lt;br /&gt;a handful are definitely good. the rest suck. really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-115099317168994959?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115099317168994959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115099317168994959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/06/125.html' title='....1....2....5'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-115082556725825436</id><published>2006-06-21T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:49.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my blog, not yours, so don't make your opinion mine</title><content type='html'>i studied with bobby at mos burger a couple of hours ago. then we began to talk about the gang-outnumbering-a-school-girl issue. not much of controversy. in fact almost all of us would come into an agreement of condemning the gang.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how the young generation would be in the next few decades.&lt;br /&gt;Even now we've&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people cursing God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Matthew 12:31&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And so I tell you, every sin and blasphemy will be forgiven men, but the blasphemy against the Spirit will not be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-27943" class="sup"&gt;Homos. In particular, gays.&lt;br /&gt;Romans 1:27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same way the men also abandoned natural relations with women and were inflamed with lust for one another. Men committed indecent acts with other men, and received in themselves the due penalty for their perversion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 1:28-32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-27944" class="sup"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt;Furthermore, since they did not think it worthwhile to retain the knowledge of God, he gave them over to a depraved mind, to do what ought not to be done. &lt;span id="en-NIV-27945" class="sup"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;They have become filled with every kind of wickedness, evil, greed and depravity. They are full of envy, murder, strife, deceit and malice. They are gossips, &lt;span id="en-NIV-27946" class="sup"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;slanderers, God-haters, insolent, arrogant and boastful; they invent ways of doing evil; they disobey their parents; &lt;span id="en-NIV-27947" class="sup"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31&lt;/span&gt;they are senseless, faithless, heartless, ruthless. &lt;span id="en-NIV-27948" class="sup"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32&lt;/span&gt;Although they know God's righteous decree that those who do such things deserve death, they not only continue to do these very things but also approve of those who practice them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a friend who told me this "just doing good deeds will be a way to Heaven"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much good deeds then?&lt;br /&gt;3 hours daily in old folks home?&lt;br /&gt;$200 to the NKF monthly? of which $199 they pocket it. haha&lt;br /&gt;give up your seat in the MRT to anyone who looked like they need it?&lt;br /&gt;buying tissue from the blind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty cheesy how people would try to redeem their way to Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;sure man, giving is important.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not self-righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just smiled at my friend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went jogging yesterday and after a heck of running, i slouched on a bench at the basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;then a kid ran across. about 5 years old. to the other end where his mother was.&lt;br /&gt;guess what.&lt;br /&gt;"I love you, mummy".&lt;br /&gt;how many of us would say that besides on special occasion.&lt;br /&gt;so young yet so expressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only hugged my dad sincerely a few days after i received Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;a spiritual infant.&lt;br /&gt;so young yet so expressive.&lt;br /&gt;God is bold. and He's inside. no wonder i am getting bolder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-115082556725825436?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115082556725825436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115082556725825436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-my-blog-not-yours-so-dont-make.html' title='this is my blog, not yours, so don&apos;t make your opinion mine'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-115072414742648669</id><published>2006-06-19T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:49.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream(s)(ss)</title><content type='html'>hey brought dad to church on sunday. it's been like more than 3 decades ever since he attended the billy graham crusade at the national stadium.&lt;br /&gt;he had enjoyed himself, which was what's really important on father's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;something interesting happened to me. very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of someone for 3 consecutive nights a couple of months ago.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry it's a she, not he. i'm straight.&lt;br /&gt;it'll be tough to evaluate that dream or rather, dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st night dream-&lt;br /&gt;a stroll along the beach, at night, seems like everyone else on earth died cause there's particularly nobody else. then it's hair-raisingly romantic. people who know me well, you guys know i'm a clown, it'll be out of the world to picture my mushiness (from the word 'mushy').&lt;br /&gt;2nd night dream-&lt;br /&gt;i can't recall well. but it's a cell group outing. there's the cell group playing some silly games, then suddenly all of them disappear, as if teleported. leaving only me and her.&lt;br /&gt;3rd night dream-&lt;br /&gt;ok this is a little better, again, only 2 of us. we just chatted and exchanged some jokes. can't remember the jokes. but i can tell i was giving that goofy smile while i dreamt of that. you would've laugh your lungs out if you can picture my face smiling while sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was hell of a dream. would you wanna know who is she.&lt;br /&gt;let you have an itchy heart. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you guys have a good laugh, and guess till you pull your hair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-115072414742648669?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115072414742648669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/115072414742648669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/06/dreamsss.html' title='dream(s)(ss)'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-114779665093246275</id><published>2006-05-16T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:49.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's wrong, simpy wrong</title><content type='html'>this 2 weeks, i've got some chances to study the behavior of gays!&lt;br /&gt;It's something i'm most disturbed at, followed by ignorant foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;played bball just now, guess what.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy the top sembawang gay cycled by, by the way, he's serious gay.&lt;br /&gt;He's on a mountain bike, peddling at a relaxing speed, delibrately catching glimpses of all the boys.&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely disturbed. People reading this, if you haven't seen jeremy. for the sake of your health, do not encounter him. i can't describe him in words, it'll take 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Many people think that gays are in a genetic default situation.&lt;br /&gt;IT"S SIMPLY WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting heated up. especially after reading jeremy and colin&amp;amp;kero blog, ok i confess i read it out of curiosity. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put my anti-gay issues aside.&lt;br /&gt;hey. fasting tomorrow. and i'm hungry now. awesome&lt;br /&gt;i had about 2 hours of worship. touched by God!&lt;br /&gt;now for some equipping of the word.. gotta go..&lt;br /&gt;yay tomorrow school starts 10am. can sleep till 8.30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-114779665093246275?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/114779665093246275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/114779665093246275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-wrong-simpy-wrong.html' title='it&apos;s wrong, simpy wrong'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-114736120388114248</id><published>2006-05-11T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:49.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear. fear of God</title><content type='html'>Man... missed the bowling with the cell group because of school.&lt;br /&gt;i love school. no wrong. i love school food.&lt;br /&gt;can i have nokia 3250?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed to uncle's house to catch bird just now! fun!&lt;br /&gt;got some colorful bird fly inside the house.. then we sealed all the windows.&lt;br /&gt;we forgot to off the fan! the greatest mistake. good thing it's not hurt.&lt;br /&gt;didn't manage to catch it with bare hands, used a container instead.&lt;br /&gt;it's green and it's like half of my palm size. cute man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week i've been experiencing some fear. the fear of God.&lt;br /&gt;His sovereignty. His might. the Lord gives and the Lord takes, understand what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;each time i have this fear, i just want to worship.&lt;br /&gt;renew my broken mind, have to fight some thoughts each day.&lt;br /&gt;it's like wrestling, i've to pin down those unclean thoughts, and it takes strength, praise God He gave me that strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-114736120388114248?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/114736120388114248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/114736120388114248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/05/fear-fear-of-god.html' title='Fear. fear of God'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-114709693229582514</id><published>2006-05-08T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:49.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sob</title><content type='html'>i thought i had a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spilled carrot juice over my white tee.&lt;br /&gt;being insulted by a loser, which makes me worse than a loser.&lt;br /&gt;the chicken rice turns out to be poisoned.&lt;br /&gt;can't concentrate in lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day hard to praise God. but praise God, i praised God.&lt;br /&gt;i listed my problems and compared it with the apostle paul.. he sure is tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget that. now i've to hand up some assignments which should be handed up today. it's worth 10%. how lazy can i get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. quiet time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-114709693229582514?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/114709693229582514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/114709693229582514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/05/sob.html' title='sob'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-114683673890396186</id><published>2006-05-05T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:48.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funeral in future</title><content type='html'>the da vinci code. sigh~&lt;br /&gt;lawrence is so obsessed with it. we had some disagreements around.&lt;br /&gt;i've no comments. don't wanna waste time proving. people won't listen anyway.&lt;br /&gt;lots of controversy.. God arise.&lt;br /&gt;God will reveal Himself in people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a moment ago.. i was in my deepest thoughts&lt;br /&gt;it's crazy.. i anticipated my last breath. actually no surprise.. because we've to leave eventually.&lt;br /&gt;but i wanted to share this with everyone. to people reading this, God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;ok here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;i want my funeral to be like a party. i mean it's your last event on earth. and you're heading to see Jesus, running into His arms crying and all. why so sad?&lt;br /&gt;alright i want the solemn part, say half an hour of gloomy, then the rest of those time jumping around with my favourite praise songs, and tell some of my favourite jokes i've been sharing on earth.&lt;br /&gt;then sing again, this time worship with some of my favourite tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.. if Your presence is that tremendous on earth. i wonder the magnitude of Your glory in heaven. Jesus take me home. this is not a poetry. i'm trying hard to express myself.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, is there KFC in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days i can collect my makeover photos.. finally.. haha.. feels awesome to have these shots, i mean wif makeup and all, give you a superstar thrill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-114683673890396186?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/114683673890396186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/114683673890396186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/05/funeral-in-future.html' title='funeral in future'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-114649617308202545</id><published>2006-05-01T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:48.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do i need a title?</title><content type='html'>decades since i update blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy says chances are he's going to Israel for certain overseas project.&lt;br /&gt; I was thrilled..&lt;br /&gt; He looked grilled..&lt;br /&gt; I dreamt of Jerusalem, visiting lazarus's supposed-to-be tomb, calvery, the food, bla bla bla. but daddy sounded like he's going for war.. reluctance.. i've heard of his past bad experience working with some Jews. let's see what his boss says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This week is bad.. real bad.&lt;br /&gt; poly's schedule is designed in such a way that u're supposed to make up for the lessons u missed during public holidays. how cool is that.&lt;br /&gt; and of all the dates. the lecturers chose wed and fri. wed is pastor zhuang's bible study lessons and fri is mission x cell group. how cool is that.&lt;br /&gt; and the worst of all is this week i had to wrestle with some hot thoughts i keep. i hate that. my capacity wasn't used to be of that range.&lt;br /&gt;ever since i changed cell group, i missed those friends: samantha(!), cheah shun, elaine, even willey and aaron,  i need someone to relate closely. don't introduce me to barney that purple overweight imaginary friend.&lt;br /&gt;i prayed for a higher intimacy with God. having quiet time later. i yearn for His peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a digital cam. 4.1 megapixel. i think resolution doesn't matter as long as it's not pathetic. mid-range. it's good. fujifilm. 256 XD card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-114649617308202545?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/114649617308202545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/114649617308202545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2006/05/do-i-need-title.html' title='do i need a title?'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-113077606699387389</id><published>2005-11-01T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:47.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because</title><content type='html'>because You knit me fearfully, because You feed me&lt;br /&gt;because You sheltered me, because You clothed me&lt;br /&gt;because You carry me, because You comfort me&lt;br /&gt;because You rejoice with me, because You teach me&lt;br /&gt;because You forgive me, because You have mercy&lt;br /&gt;because You gave grace, because You anoint me&lt;br /&gt;because You opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me adore You with my eyes&lt;br /&gt;let me embrace You every moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because You are my God, because You love me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-113077606699387389?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/113077606699387389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/113077606699387389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2005/11/because.html' title='because'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-112991296164006079</id><published>2005-10-22T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:47.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i broke his heart</title><content type='html'>it matters how much i sacrifice. time, money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it matters how much i worship Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it matters how much i know about His words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it matters MOST how much i love Him, how much i obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry Lord. i broke your heart, again&lt;br /&gt;sorry Lord. i dishonoured you&lt;br /&gt;come sanctify, Jehovah M'kaddesh&lt;br /&gt;the Lamb without blemish, i need your blood&lt;br /&gt;i'm left with the level of obedience&lt;br /&gt;i mourn for hurting you&lt;br /&gt;'when pride builds me up till i can't see my soul'&lt;br /&gt;'won't you break down these walls and pull me through'&lt;br /&gt;God, i really love you&lt;br /&gt;i rejoice in you&lt;br /&gt;you're not my Lord only when i'm troubled&lt;br /&gt;you threw a party for my victories&lt;br /&gt;you were there to mourn with me&lt;br /&gt;you were there to carry me through&lt;br /&gt;i feel you. i know you're in the midst.&lt;br /&gt;i encountered you before. let me see you again. i beg you.&lt;br /&gt;when i walk through the valley of the shadow of death,&lt;br /&gt;i will fear no evil&lt;br /&gt;for thou is with me&lt;br /&gt;thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me&lt;br /&gt;let me stick closely to you&lt;br /&gt;draw me towards your soul&lt;br /&gt;embrace me like never before&lt;br /&gt;Father, you know what i am without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-112991296164006079?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112991296164006079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112991296164006079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-broke-his-heart.html' title='i broke his heart'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-112926011025867187</id><published>2005-10-14T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:47.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gift</title><content type='html'>guess what! i collected my pay 2 days ago.. the point is not the cash! because i went there a little too early, so i had to kill time in far east plaza.... walked past hyatt main lobby and a caucasian in suit caught my eye. he's pastor robert ekh~~ shook hands with him. the feeling is phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had been thinking what people our age are living for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda disgusted how teens try to feed on each other's intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;then when they realised the true multitude of commitment,&lt;br /&gt;they drain other's strength out of his/her emotion.. particularly a close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bottom line is.. what on earth are these guys living for?&lt;br /&gt;lust or love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they said love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;John 15:13&lt;/strong&gt;  "Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends."&lt;br /&gt;make a research.&lt;br /&gt;who died for you willingly to redeem you?&lt;br /&gt;he is the Father in flesh. he is the Son. the gift of the Holy Spirit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-112926011025867187?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112926011025867187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112926011025867187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2005/10/gift.html' title='gift'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-112887158777065357</id><published>2005-10-09T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:47.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>carl gustaf</title><content type='html'>today's service is really entertaining. besides the laugh.. there's a seriousness in the message. i thought pastor sy rogers should be the funniest among all. here comes pastor carl. how come the westerners are much more humorous..&lt;br /&gt;i'm deeply ministered..&lt;br /&gt;peter had the wildest idea, to walk on the word of God, to be exact, on water. the rest of the disciples.. though their reaction were not written in the bible.. was believed to limit peter's belief.&lt;br /&gt;manz you can imagine when peter was about to set foot on water.&lt;br /&gt;"you'll step on sea urchins when you sink."&lt;br /&gt;"you'll taste salt."&lt;br /&gt;but peter just went on to believe.. how radical.. and he took a few steps on liquid before he doubted.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus didn't say "oh too bad, c'mon james and john, sing a funeral song for peter, oh peter see you in heaven, heh heh heh." the bible quoted 'immediately Jesus pulled him up'&lt;br /&gt;how graceful is God despite the little doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a short parable in the gospel. but i can imagine the entire event. praise God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-112887158777065357?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112887158777065357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112887158777065357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2005/10/carl-gustaf.html' title='carl gustaf'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-112870045916636498</id><published>2005-10-07T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:47.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging feels like duty</title><content type='html'>sigh~ yesterday first day of work at grand hyatt. with kim and max. hey look closely at kim.. she doesn't look like her sister samantha. always thought she's older than me.. so it's the same age. her behavior's so mature. must observe her attitude and learn. samantha too.. that charisma.. help. my legs are jellying.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.. at grand hyatt.. hardly slack. the most is just stone around. no doubt is 6 star hotel but they paying peanuts. $5 per hour. need short hair. they call it neat, i call it nerd. the only benefit is free food. can fill my monster appetite. lost my inhaler.. sob.. got sentimental value.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-112870045916636498?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112870045916636498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112870045916636498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2005/10/blogging-feels-like-duty.html' title='blogging feels like duty'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-112808493412457878</id><published>2005-10-05T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:47.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no blog..</title><content type='html'>it's been what.. 8 days since i blog.. just returned from yuhua training.. was asked to consider to go tong whye trial. tong whye! it's a dream to land in such a team, they're left with 5 guys of year 1988. for a second thought.. better not.. i want time for other stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-112808493412457878?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112808493412457878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112808493412457878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2005/10/long-time-no-blog.html' title='long time no blog..'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-112801208235919910</id><published>2005-09-29T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:47.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alpha.omega</title><content type='html'>went to heart of God church to study.. manz their table is really small. but the atmosphere's really great. as usual.. didn't study much.. haha. tomorrow exams.. a little nervous.. 2 days to sentosa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-112801208235919910?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112801208235919910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112801208235919910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2005/09/alphaomega.html' title='alpha.omega'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-112801079166781796</id><published>2005-09-28T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:47.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>determined heart of a fat man</title><content type='html'>went to yio chu kang gym just now.. [determined heart of a fat man].. haha.. so exhausted.. for the very first time in history i bought a billabong product. expensive.. it's a beach-stuff right... don't really feel it's suitable to have billabong as street wear. alot of brothers able to afford quite a number of their apparels. different people different taste. i respect that.&lt;br /&gt;borrowed a book.. '102 questions kids ask about the bible- for busy parents', it's cute.. and some awkward questions we're somehow unable to answer. does God has a sense of humour? why did John the baptist lived in the desert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/fd_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/400/fd_7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-112801079166781796?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112801079166781796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112801079166781796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2005/09/determined-heart-of-fat-man.html' title='determined heart of a fat man'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-112797485741709423</id><published>2005-09-27T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:47.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of.all.authorities</title><content type='html'>Mark 5:1-20&lt;br /&gt;They went across the lake to the region of the Gerasenes. When Jesus got out of the boat, a man with an evil spirit came from the tombs to meet him. This man lived in the tombs, and no one could bind him any more, not even with a chain. For he had often been chained hand and foot, but he tore the chains apart and broke the irons on his feet. No one was strong enough to subdue him. Night and day among the tombs and in the hills he would cry out and cut himself with stones.&lt;br /&gt;When he saw Jesus from a distance, he ran and fell on his knees in front of him. He shouted at the top of his voice, "What do you want with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? Swear to God that you won't torture me!" For Jesus had said to him, "Come out of this man, you evil spirit!"&lt;br /&gt;Then Jesus asked him, "What is your name?"&lt;br /&gt;My name is Legion," he replied, "for we are many." And he begged Jesus again and again not to send them out of the area.&lt;br /&gt;A large herd of pigs was feeding on the nearby hillside. The demons begged Jesus, "Send us among the pigs; allow us to go into them." He gave them permission, and the evil spirits came out and went into the pigs. The herd, about two thousand in number, rushed down the steep bank into the lake and were drowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/epilepsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/200/epilepsy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-112797485741709423?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112797485741709423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112797485741709423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2005/09/ofallauthorities.html' title='of.all.authorities'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-112779569254991087</id><published>2005-09-26T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:47.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my redeemer lives!</title><content type='html'>for the second time in my life. took 2 buses all the way down from sembawang to tampines. just to play bball with pastor and friends. guess what! pastor never come down~~ disappointed.. but anyway it was fun. we had a great time. thrilling. dude.. i'm hungry..&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. tampines is kinda weird. the lights are totally off in one of the walkways through the sports complex. before heading to the court, we wandered in century square.. long time no visit.. then for no reason we walked by when this student screamed "she wanna be ur friend!".. just ignored her, surely that is a dare.. i'll be flattered if that's true. no no they must be mocking at my face.. then willey and i approached by another retarded girl.. both of us, as usual, jaywalked. then this girl in her uniform yelled towards our direction.. we thought she wasn't shouting at us. when we got nearer.. she ran and told us "cannot anyhow walk when traffic light red leh....bla bla bla". surely that is another dare. how much attention can the both of us give? sigh~ the new generation...&lt;br /&gt;"But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well." Matthew 6:33...  i need food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/_2005LWAKIDS_Large.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/400/_2005LWAKIDS_Large.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-112779569254991087?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112779569254991087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112779569254991087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-redeemer-lives.html' title='my redeemer lives!'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-112775544765040616</id><published>2005-09-25T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:46.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/1600/_2005%20LWA-GHR_Large.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5090/484/400/_2005%20LWA-GHR_Large.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's praise and worship 5 stars!! these are the songs that i really like. all i need is space. i tend to walk around when i sing.. jump (don't imagine, it's bad for your health). sing victoriously even when my heart is dry. no wonder quiet time is so essential.&lt;br /&gt;"the calling of leadership is holy". serious with the Holy Spirit. fear God. i wanna serve! anyway 'boy meets girl' is really good. separates lust, thoughts of fantasies and many wrong habits from true love for the opposite gender while obeying and honoring God at the same time~ so glad i bought it, and i'm reading only half way through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-112775544765040616?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112775544765040616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112775544765040616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='!!'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-112770987273918825</id><published>2005-09-24T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:46.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring!</title><content type='html'>no cgm today. chiong for 6 packs. chiong maths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-112770987273918825?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112770987273918825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112770987273918825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2005/09/boring.html' title='boring!'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-112749275775085989</id><published>2005-09-23T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:46.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Cor 13:11-12</title><content type='html'>just came back from playing bball and was asked just now "why pull a long face?"... i'm stressed. i feel that i'm accountable for many brothers (in fact the whole cg), of course in many ways i'm much more prone to frustration. it affects me even when i'm in sports. brothers promised they'll give an answer about service and cg attendence today, yet no reply. and today got bible study.. i'm shocked my best bud willey can't make it. basketball can wait, bible lessons can't. and it's only till 7pm. i know about making it up. i understand.. what about the last prayer meeting? everyone faces fatigue.. we're exhausted in certain ways. but a desire for another encounter with God makes us move. can't make it and don't feel like making it are different issues. it's us between the Holy Spirit. we can't depend on our physical or emotional condition to love God. i use 'WE' because all of us fall short of glory.. i'm bad in certain stuff.. in fact many stuff, i'm easily frustrated, have a tendency to 'condemn' (it's not as serious but i'll repent i promise Lord), easily angered (when i'm stressed and people don't take basic initiative), i know what's wrong, we know what's wrong. i know i need to change, but do you know what u need to change. after all.. the point is.. let's move on&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. learn from what should be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Cor 13:11-12 "When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-112749275775085989?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112749275775085989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112749275775085989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2005/09/1-cor-1311-12.html' title='1 Cor 13:11-12'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15708551.post-112740938320713732</id><published>2005-09-22T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:42:46.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of black hair</title><content type='html'>people don't care how much you know, until they know how much you care! true right.. pastor kong said that. till then i experience the importance of it, sowing the seed of love and concern in people's lives. felt that i had not been giving the real concern to the people around me, to be a listener. christians lift their burdens to God, but still need a listener. i've no idea where non-believers will lift their burden, but i'm sure that makes listeners more significant to them (sharing problems with a friend clears sorrow more than receiving advice, agree?). same goes for sharing good news, the joy is doubled. realised my relationship with brothers (christians and non-christians) is close, yet not as caring as it should be. i need and i wanna be a listener, share burdens, and of course, advising. no hypocritism! God gives us strength to love. people don't care how much you know, until they know how much you care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the blink of both eyes. (ok, vanity).. just bathed.. going to makan!&lt;br /&gt;went jogging with my cousin. and it's turning midnight. feels satisfying (how do you spell faaaat?).. determined already! from tomorrow use oto power stretch daily. divide my tummy of nations into 6 once and for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15708551-112740938320713732?l=peterzai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112740938320713732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15708551/posts/default/112740938320713732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterzai.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-day-of-black-hair.html' title='last day of black hair'/><author><name>ZaiQian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966885959361081215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
