<?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-449933203854832970</id><updated>2011-08-01T12:10:08.298-07:00</updated><category term='wall of text'/><category term='not a workout'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='WRASSLIN'/><category term='workoutlog'/><category term='about bands'/><category term='workout'/><title type='text'>and your heart will follow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-848466815840815667</id><published>2010-02-16T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T08:29:01.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's late and i have only 6 hours to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i wanna write before i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;my family has these resolutions that we write at the beginning of each year.Then we seal them up and open it after the year has past.We then check if we have done these things that we resolved to do. and these were my resolutions for the past 2 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;Get a GPA of 2.8&lt;br /&gt;Get a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;Work for at least 4 months&lt;br /&gt;Make8 new friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;Watch the Wrestler&lt;br /&gt;Better Cardio&lt;br /&gt;Like NS&lt;br /&gt;Be something that people lookto and say wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom of the page it writes "Merry belated Xmas and a new year to you Terence Tan"and"And you can do the same thing if you please"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why i'm writing this on my blog and not my journal is because i feel like...i don't want to hide anything.I have done things that embrass me to no end but i want to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;Let's be honest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-848466815840815667?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/848466815840815667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=848466815840815667' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/848466815840815667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/848466815840815667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-late-and-i-have-only-6-hours-to.html' title=''/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-5423126569521134608</id><published>2010-02-04T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:08:28.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging from the nlb</title><content type='html'>I'm at NLB now,gonna study after i write this entry. This is written for remembering.&lt;br /&gt;I just had a beer at SMU's cafe. The feeling of an ice cold beer and just watching the world go by is really amazing. I could do that all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wat has been happening in my life?&lt;br /&gt;-Failed my driving&lt;br /&gt;-Did my first weekend duty&lt;br /&gt;-BARON DRINKING&lt;br /&gt;-working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL 4 points WISH I COULD DO THAT IN MY PRESENTATIONS&lt;br /&gt;my mom's taking a sewing class instead of her bible study class.Sigh&lt;br /&gt;On one hand i support her cause i think it'll really get her to mix around with others instead of just staying at home.And plus she doesn't like her bible study class.Says she doesn't feel it.&lt;br /&gt;That's where i don't approve.Cause i think there are times where i don't feel it but i try my best to do my best.And she's halfway through the course,3 years already. There are times when i don't really feel like i believe in god.esp when i wanna do stuff.but i know he's there. it's like being loved i guess. although they act like they don't love you,really they do? This should be understood in the asian context,esp if your parent was a typical chinese parent. TCP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm typing gibberish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-5423126569521134608?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/5423126569521134608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=5423126569521134608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/5423126569521134608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/5423126569521134608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2010/02/blogging-from-nlb.html' title='blogging from the nlb'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-873805976809474369</id><published>2010-01-14T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T05:29:40.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>doo doo da</title><content type='html'>I've so many freaking things i wanna do. And on the other hand i've got my studies and work. Work from 9-6 then home i'm supposed to be studying.Then i've got my workouts i need to do.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i really wish there was someone to order me to do this and do that,so that i don't have to figure out what to do for myself.Haha.Maybe that's how i wanna live life.Not thinking so much but more doing. Kinda mindless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While area cleaning,i realised that one of the doctors listens to Gyspy Kings! hahaha wa.good taste in music.&lt;br /&gt;work is boring and i have no time for chit chat but the people around me are good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time at zirca last week.rebel was TOO fucking crowded for a sat night. No space to move or dance. Zirca was ok and i would liked to have stayed there longer.first time i saw a girl go down on a guy. like 0_o haha. Hahah shit i think drink too fast.finished a baron in 3 breaths. too fast man.&lt;br /&gt;I really like clubbing man.chiong ah.chiong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw i won't be writing down workout logs here anymore (thunderous applause from the 5 people who still read my blog) hehe&lt;br /&gt;good night all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-873805976809474369?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/873805976809474369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=873805976809474369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/873805976809474369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/873805976809474369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2010/01/doo-doo-da.html' title='doo doo da'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-4170765515197977857</id><published>2009-12-15T05:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T05:56:45.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabled angst machine</title><content type='html'>Can i sing a song for you?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe do a trick or two?&lt;br /&gt;Would you be afraid?&lt;br /&gt;Stay a while, you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me here without someone&lt;br /&gt;Would you be afraid?&lt;br /&gt;Take out the fabled angst machine, and let me in&lt;br /&gt;Under the circumstances man, I'm not so keen&lt;br /&gt;Can I sing a song for you?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe do a trick or two?&lt;br /&gt;Would you be the same?&lt;br /&gt;Stay a while, you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me here without someone&lt;br /&gt;Would you be the same?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-4170765515197977857?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/4170765515197977857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=4170765515197977857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/4170765515197977857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/4170765515197977857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/12/fabled-angst-machine.html' title='Fabled angst machine'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-7410948396185114072</id><published>2009-12-12T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T04:24:21.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was a good day!</title><content type='html'>WELL. Summary of today i had a really good day, went down to SMa to pay for my school fees.lol i went down to bugis in my morning clothes and unbrushed teeth and unwashed hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting school soon. I really have to work hard. my last 2 mods didn't turn out as well as i liked it to be.Sigh.And it's mass comm modules,things that i'm majoring in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, came back and had lunch alone at market. It was a beautiful afternoon.Hot,clear skies,brightest bluest sky i'd ever seen before. Walked around cause i didn't want to waste the afternoon and went for a garage sale. bought 4 glasses,2 books and a VERY NICE BAG!&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to buy a vase but the owner broke it.ARGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a complete sucker for beautiful things,especially glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then timothy called me down to Plaza singapore for a workshop by a bassist. WAH the bassist name was wendy phua. SHE IS HOT AND SHE CAN PLAY DAMN GOOD MUSIC HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like very much.hahah.&lt;br /&gt;This post is very point form as i'm going out to club soon and i'm late to meet my guys.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a great day and it looks like it's gonna be a good night.&lt;br /&gt;:#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-7410948396185114072?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/7410948396185114072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=7410948396185114072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/7410948396185114072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/7410948396185114072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-was-good-day.html' title='Today was a good day!'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-1395127087371815102</id><published>2009-12-06T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T07:47:07.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>workout log 11-6-09</title><content type='html'>squats&lt;br /&gt;5x75kg&lt;br /&gt;5x80kg&lt;br /&gt;2x5x90kg&lt;br /&gt;3x3x102.5kg&lt;br /&gt;8x90kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkeying around power rack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-1395127087371815102?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/1395127087371815102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=1395127087371815102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/1395127087371815102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/1395127087371815102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/12/workout-log-11-6-09.html' title='workout log 11-6-09'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-3076319047045888320</id><published>2009-11-29T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T06:10:01.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>workout log 29-11-09</title><content type='html'>squats&lt;br /&gt;80kgx5&lt;br /&gt;80kgx5&lt;br /&gt;90kgx5&lt;br /&gt;90kgx5&lt;br /&gt;102.5kgx4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press&lt;br /&gt;40kgx5x4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rollout from feet into static plank&lt;br /&gt;6x pause as long as i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwing around in the squat rack lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that happened this week.&lt;br /&gt;-COMMERIAL LAW&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS AN OFFER? WHAT IS A CONTRACT? ANS:CONTRADICTIONS MADE INTO ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;TOM IS A MANAGER.TOM HIRED PATTY TO WORK FOR HIM.UNFORTUNATELY TOM HAS NO LEGAL POWER TO HIRE PEOPLE.TOM REFUSES TO PAY PATTY&lt;br /&gt;HOW WOULD YOU ADVISE PATTY? ANS:WHY DIDN'T YOU ASK HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE IF YOU COULD BE HIRED.&lt;br /&gt;GOD I HOPE I DON'T FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Clubbing&lt;br /&gt;We pangsehed one guy hahahah.Oh and i love house.the beat is super great. I didn't know they had salsa dancers,those in fishnets and peacock feathers during house nights at zouk.Should have gotten a kiss from them hahahahhahahaha.Their lipstick is like permanent mark thick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Accidentally cancelling my test practical date.&lt;br /&gt;Wah majorly pissed off. And the person in the SSDC REFUSING TO HELP ME. I wanted to throw him out of the window.FLAT OUT REFUSE.NO SYMPATHY AT ALL. Maybe if i was a girl with a low cut dress,then he would have made some form of eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Intro to mass comm&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer is good.Very slack guy lol.I like the way he praises the class in his snide way hahah. He says things like "I appreciate that comment" "very good development of that idea" in a very monotonous voice.lolol.Oh and he's from nus political science. future career possiblity for you alex? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok off the studying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-3076319047045888320?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/3076319047045888320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=3076319047045888320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/3076319047045888320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/3076319047045888320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/11/workout-log-29-11-09.html' title='workout log 29-11-09'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-4162068136745013654</id><published>2009-11-23T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T02:35:40.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>motel hotel holiday inn</title><content type='html'>workout log 20-11-09&lt;br /&gt;squats&lt;br /&gt;70kgx5&lt;br /&gt;80kgx5&lt;br /&gt;90kgx5&lt;br /&gt;90kgx5&lt;br /&gt;105kgx4 (WAH SIAN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gymnastic stuff? can't remember lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;workout log 21-11-09&lt;br /&gt;swinging dips&lt;br /&gt;20sec x 5 reps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tucked v sit&lt;br /&gt;4x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;front tuck lever-&gt;straight body forward-&gt;straight body back-&gt;straddle back lever-&gt;pull through&lt;br /&gt;3 sets 2 mins rest each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;workout log 22-11-09&lt;br /&gt;front squats&lt;br /&gt;6x3x80kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;press&lt;br /&gt;5x3x40kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pullups&lt;br /&gt;3x10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;korean dips&lt;br /&gt;2x10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;human flags&lt;br /&gt;4x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beginner tick tock&lt;br /&gt;2x4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people are quite put off by this(hahah mandayyyyyy) but yea :D this is me and what i do. I'll blog about my day proper later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-4162068136745013654?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/4162068136745013654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=4162068136745013654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/4162068136745013654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/4162068136745013654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/11/motel-hotel-holiday-inn.html' title='motel hotel holiday inn'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-3928429248681912396</id><published>2009-11-08T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T05:27:16.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8-11-09 workout log</title><content type='html'>squats&lt;br /&gt;5x70&lt;br /&gt;5x80&lt;br /&gt;5x90&lt;br /&gt;5x90&lt;br /&gt;2x102.5 (failed at third rep)(Lost my concentration!)&lt;br /&gt;8x90kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;press&lt;br /&gt;5x3x40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played football with friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-3928429248681912396?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/3928429248681912396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=3928429248681912396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/3928429248681912396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/3928429248681912396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/11/8-11-09-workout-log.html' title='8-11-09 workout log'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-2627788590290153858</id><published>2009-10-31T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T02:15:09.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>30-10-09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squats&lt;br /&gt;70x5&lt;br /&gt;80x5&lt;br /&gt;95x5&lt;br /&gt;90x5&lt;br /&gt;105x1 (failed 2nd rep)&lt;br /&gt;105x0&lt;br /&gt;90x8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front squat&lt;br /&gt;80x1&lt;br /&gt;80x1&lt;br /&gt;80x1&lt;br /&gt;80x1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superset&lt;br /&gt;Front tuck lever&lt;br /&gt;5x3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-2627788590290153858?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/2627788590290153858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=2627788590290153858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2627788590290153858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2627788590290153858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/10/30-10-09-squats-70x5-80x5-95x5-90x5.html' title=''/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-1493700755636835052</id><published>2009-10-22T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T04:51:57.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went driving today. My instructor was the old guy, can't rememember his name, ng something. I learnt parallel parking and revised my driving. 4 more lessons then exam.&lt;br /&gt;Funny,the first few time i met him,i really hated the guy. Really bloody naggy and damn rude. But i got along with him the next few times. :) He's a nice guy. Can't remember how we managed to get along tho. I wish i remembered. It's these things that are really important. Cause we made the connection and i forgot how we made it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mahjong at timos house and off i went to meet my mom. :)&lt;br /&gt;We walked around amk hub and she bought some shirts and pants. :)&lt;br /&gt;We had a really really good time although we did nothing but talk about how that shirt doesn't look nice on my mom and walk around ntuc. well at least i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pictures of my aunt and her bf in new caldonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SuBG4T2Vz5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/rXxhJ75nBkc/s1600-h/Photo+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SuBG4T2Vz5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/rXxhJ75nBkc/s320/Photo+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395390286804668306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SuBG4PINbrI/AAAAAAAAACs/T19Atl5dcic/s1600-h/Photo+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SuBG4PINbrI/AAAAAAAAACs/T19Atl5dcic/s320/Photo+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395390285537439410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SuBG3zAV5iI/AAAAAAAAACk/WmCe2ZdE7j0/s1600-h/Photo+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SuBG3zAV5iI/AAAAAAAAACk/WmCe2ZdE7j0/s320/Photo+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395390277988247074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy is called caustad and the bitch is called dora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-1493700755636835052?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/1493700755636835052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=1493700755636835052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/1493700755636835052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/1493700755636835052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-went-driving-today.html' title=''/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SuBG4T2Vz5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/rXxhJ75nBkc/s72-c/Photo+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-7288808152442604320</id><published>2009-10-17T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T02:03:11.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>workout log 17-10</title><content type='html'>squats&lt;br /&gt;70kg x 5&lt;br /&gt;80kg x 5&lt;br /&gt;100kg x 5&lt;br /&gt;100kg x 5&lt;br /&gt;100kg x ? (failed on the 3 or 4th rep)&lt;br /&gt;90kg x 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press&lt;br /&gt;40 x 4 x 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gymnastic work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-7288808152442604320?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/7288808152442604320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=7288808152442604320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/7288808152442604320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/7288808152442604320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/10/workout-log-17-10.html' title='workout log 17-10'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-1665261856822245670</id><published>2009-10-09T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:47:09.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm just gonna list out somethings i remember about this week&lt;br /&gt;-a guy holding his gf bandaged hand&lt;br /&gt;-class this week&lt;br /&gt;-The girl waiting for her boyfriend in the dark&lt;br /&gt;-The 3 kids under the light post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-1665261856822245670?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/1665261856822245670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=1665261856822245670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/1665261856822245670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/1665261856822245670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-just-gonna-list-out-somethings-i.html' title=''/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-8304518153685475434</id><published>2009-10-09T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:16:29.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>workout 9-10-09</title><content type='html'>very rushed today,went came 630? had to leave at 740&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squats&lt;br /&gt;60kg x 5&lt;br /&gt;80kg x 5&lt;br /&gt;100kg x 5&lt;br /&gt;90kg x 5&lt;br /&gt;100kg x 3 failed 4 rep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lololol teck bun is my saviour otherwise i'd kena crush under the weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;military press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40kg x 6 x 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-8304518153685475434?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/8304518153685475434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=8304518153685475434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/8304518153685475434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/8304518153685475434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/10/workout-9-10-09.html' title='workout 9-10-09'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-5836774360337186549</id><published>2009-09-23T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T05:47:48.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't really written anything in this blog that vaguely resembles anything like what my life has been like. People usually blog about their days, what they felt, the experiences that they've been through or the bitchy thoughts that goes through their mind. Hhahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the reason why i started this blog is to give people a glimpse into my life.cause i really don't talk about much. it just seems terribly rude and obnoxious to suddenly just blurt out about something that happened to you and then talk about it with your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it does seem that way to me.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was good. I wasn't the studious apple polishing(come to think of it,some people clean their apples with spit) class monitor but i paid attention to the lecturer as she taught. i really enjoyed sitting in a class and cramming like hell. I was freaking worried for the exam as we had only 3 lessons and nothing else except for the study guide for assistance. On the day of the exam i really thought i was going to fail because i couldn't regurgitate all the information.Really truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish i could phrase it in such a nonsensical way that would make you laugh and understand perfectly what i meant. My friend alex could do in perfectly. she dressed like a preppie/goth/indie/confused manner. but what a ferocious intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,school this thurs sat sunday. That means no hot girl on sat and no serangoon garden visit on sun. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok food is digested. time to exercise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-5836774360337186549?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/5836774360337186549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=5836774360337186549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/5836774360337186549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/5836774360337186549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-havent-really-written-anything-in.html' title=''/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-5879525157721033322</id><published>2009-09-20T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T08:46:07.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>workout log</title><content type='html'>squats&lt;br /&gt;4x95&lt;br /&gt;4x95&lt;br /&gt;3x95 failed on 4rd rep&lt;br /&gt;2x95 failed on 3rd rep&lt;br /&gt;0x95 failed&lt;br /&gt;0x95 failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press&lt;br /&gt;3x5x40kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gymnastic work&lt;br /&gt;Soccer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-5879525157721033322?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/5879525157721033322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=5879525157721033322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/5879525157721033322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/5879525157721033322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/09/workout-log_20.html' title='workout log'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-4602805154456664444</id><published>2009-09-17T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:37:06.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>workout log</title><content type='html'>16-09-09&lt;br /&gt;Pullup to one legged front lever (5sec)&lt;br /&gt;6x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17-09-09&lt;br /&gt;Front squat&lt;br /&gt;1x80kg&lt;br /&gt;2x80kg&lt;br /&gt;2x80kg&lt;br /&gt;1x80kg&lt;br /&gt;3x80kg&lt;br /&gt;2x80kg&lt;br /&gt;1x80kg&lt;br /&gt;3x80kg (last rep failed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadlift&lt;br /&gt;3x3x100kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swinging dips&lt;br /&gt;8x5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human flag negatives&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;2x4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wall runs &lt;br /&gt;10 mins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-979787121447908277?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/979787121447908277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=979787121447908277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/979787121447908277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/979787121447908277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/09/workout-log.html' title='workout log'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-4654090524205613655</id><published>2009-09-07T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T02:32:27.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Happiness in an email</title><content type='html'>Dear Students,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take note that the bridging class commencing on Thursday (10 Sep 2009) will be held at SMa City Campus.  You are registered for Principles of Marketing (PMKTG).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have appended the room schedule for your kind perusal: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Bridging to BCOM/BMC (10 - 16 September 2009) Room Schedule&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Module &lt;br /&gt; Session&lt;br /&gt; Class Date&lt;br /&gt; Class Time&lt;br /&gt; Room Schedule&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Principles of Marketing&lt;br /&gt; 1&lt;br /&gt;     10 Sep (Thu)&lt;br /&gt; 7pm – 10pm&lt;br /&gt;             SMa #05-03&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Principles of Marketing&lt;br /&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;     12 Sep (Sat)&lt;br /&gt; 9am – 5pm &lt;br /&gt; SMa #05-03&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Principles of Marketing&lt;br /&gt; 3&lt;br /&gt;     13 Sep (Sun)&lt;br /&gt; 9am – 5pm&lt;br /&gt; SMa #05-03&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Principles of Marketing&lt;br /&gt; Exam&lt;br /&gt;     16 Sep (Wed)&lt;br /&gt; 7pm- 10pm&lt;br /&gt; TBA&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ please double check plasma TV on the actual day for class room number&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-4654090524205613655?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/4654090524205613655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=4654090524205613655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/4654090524205613655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/4654090524205613655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/09/happiness-in-email.html' title='Happiness in an email'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-2171584602602458978</id><published>2009-08-29T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:53:34.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>workout log 29-08</title><content type='html'>Front squat&lt;br /&gt;2x80kg&lt;br /&gt;2x80kg&lt;br /&gt;3x80kg&lt;br /&gt;2x80kg&lt;br /&gt;3x80kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadlift&lt;br /&gt;5x1x110kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the park for some gymnastic work&lt;br /&gt;4 rounds of 5 mounting the bar&lt;br /&gt;3x8 swinging germans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 tick tocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fooling around on the bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised i can't do basic level 2 gymnastic bar moves. wth i cannot spin myself around the bar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-2171584602602458978?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/2171584602602458978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=2171584602602458978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2171584602602458978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2171584602602458978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/08/workout-log-29-08.html' title='workout log 29-08'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-886834427075099887</id><published>2009-08-25T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T06:46:09.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no update</title><content type='html'>Hello again.&lt;br /&gt;workout log 22-8&lt;br /&gt;squats&lt;br /&gt;5x7x80kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press&lt;br /&gt;3x3x40kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random gymnastic work at playground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what i hate? I hate people who become a stereotype,i hate people who become a textbook model of a certain characteristic or personality. get your own sense of personality or sense of right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I met this guy at the park, i have no idea what he is doing but he's prancing around waving his arms in the air on a freaking sat afternoon with your fbt shorts placed dangerously low. If you aren't homosexual, i don't know what you are. I really rarely dislike people but he get's on my nerves so damn much. So damn much.&lt;br /&gt;I mean i do stuff in the gym and when i'm working out that make people stare and may seem out of place, but it's for a reason i do it.&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;br /&gt;A) People don't know what it is and if you'd do some research,you'd find what i'm doing is normal&lt;br /&gt;B) If you want to be better than the rest, you got to start doing things that others won't do due to whatever reasons they have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've got a confession to make/i'm your fool"&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading tataric and spg's blogs now. Honestly,they make me feel good. Because they let me know that i'm not the only screwed up person in the whole wide world. Not to say that they are screw up,but more of a sense of...they are people who made mistakes and aren't afraid to show it. They don't know the way to go but by hell they're trying.And they reveal how they feel. Most of us aren't even comfortable with our sexuality. I admire them. Their boldness. I don't approve of their lifestyle but i love their forthrightness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know if i'm right or if i'm wrong,but i'll try to see it through the end of the story"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent too much time here again.&lt;br /&gt;Time to read articles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-886834427075099887?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/886834427075099887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=886834427075099887' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/886834427075099887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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say&lt;br /&gt;But you delight in hearing them anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you look through the screen&lt;br /&gt;Thinking if life's a just dream&lt;br /&gt;Or a song on the radio&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll realise here&lt;br /&gt;That you'll be welcome here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you with balloons today&lt;br /&gt;Floating in the clouds blown my way&lt;br /&gt;Wish I'd spoken before you left&lt;br /&gt;But you're gone before i could remember my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hope you come back down&lt;br /&gt;Before the rain covers your skin&lt;br /&gt;Before your feet remember the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you look through the screen&lt;br /&gt;Thinking if life's a just dream&lt;br /&gt;Or a song on the radio&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll realise here&lt;br /&gt;That you'll be welcome here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come back down if the fog gets hard to see&lt;br /&gt;from the mountains and apple trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you look through the screen&lt;br /&gt;Thinking if life's a just dream&lt;br /&gt;Or a song on the radio&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll realise here&lt;br /&gt;That you'll be welcome here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merrily merrily merrily merrily&lt;br /&gt;life is but a dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-9169227029299148587?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/9169227029299148587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=9169227029299148587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/9169227029299148587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/9169227029299148587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-song-is-about-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-702984512529101164</id><published>2009-07-29T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T03:53:27.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wall of text'/><title type='text'>Hello blog,remember me?</title><content type='html'>hello it's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;*brings flowers to blog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been good.It's not been perfect,it's not been constant but it's been good.&lt;br /&gt;My NS life is busy like hell most of the times but interesting to say the least.I've learnt abit of the medical field and it's pretty useful :D i can read very basic ecgs and can draw blood and know what does what.&lt;---NS info so it's classified.HAHA. I've heard and read stories of people before they go in NS and let me just say, no matter how screwed up you feel you are,no matter how fucked up your life is, unless you are missing one arm, have a hole in your throat, have contracted aids below the age of 18 or was born with cancer, you are one of the lucky ones.&lt;br /&gt;I meet alot of people also and see alot of guys bodies. Ruggers are just big with a beer gut HAHA. Seasports people are tanned as hell and ALL HAVE ABS.They're like a brown carboncopy of each other HAHA(Bear in mind i was a db once also!So this is very true ). Judokas have the best bodies and you can tell by the way they move. Powerlifters have no abs but have very good body development esp upper back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw i saw shaun ng without his shirt so if anyone wants it pls pm me XOXOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went climbing with reb,lydia and amanda yesterday.Fun! Chris was not there.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIREFIGHT GIG ON FRIDAY! MY BDAY! I'M GOING ALONE BUT I DON'T CARE! GIG!! CONCERT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;As you get older,the more things you want to do that you wish you did when you were younger. I realise in myself that i want to do alot of things.Sports,make new friends,party,sing,study,help my brother get a B3 in english&lt;br /&gt;But i can't cause i've got more pressing things to do now like study and get a degree. And it is depressing somethings when i'm just sitting at home infront of the com,watching youtube and surfing throuugh websites. That this would it? My life now?&lt;br /&gt;But enough moping.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Workout log 27-7&lt;br /&gt;Squats&lt;br /&gt;4x70kg&lt;br /&gt;4x75kg&lt;br /&gt;4x90kg&lt;br /&gt;4x90kg&lt;br /&gt;2x90kg&lt;br /&gt;2x90kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swinging dips, jumps, pullup work,tick tocks on the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of learning gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone buy for me the building a gymnastic body book! it's on the gymnastic bodies website!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-702984512529101164?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/702984512529101164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=702984512529101164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/702984512529101164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/702984512529101164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-blogremember-me.html' title='Hello blog,remember me?'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-6410060751527407567</id><published>2009-07-09T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T07:28:19.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>skanky hair skanky face</title><content type='html'>workout log&lt;br /&gt;9-7-09&lt;br /&gt;Squats&lt;br /&gt;90kgx4x4&lt;br /&gt;90x1&lt;br /&gt;90x1&lt;br /&gt;90x1&lt;br /&gt;90x1&lt;br /&gt;90x1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few singles were done for speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow lift and press&lt;br /&gt;40x2x4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handstands and wall walk bridges and split legged front levers&lt;br /&gt;Getting stronger at the levers,just quite awkward when there are people infront of you and SPREAD your legs like butter infront of them. lololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be able to do a full front lever at the end of sept.&lt;br /&gt;Holding two rings or bars is easier than holding a single bar i realised.&lt;br /&gt;If straight armed holds are too hard,bend your arms and keep them to the side. keep your body tight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-6410060751527407567?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/6410060751527407567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=6410060751527407567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/6410060751527407567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/6410060751527407567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/07/skanky-hair-skanky-face.html' title='skanky hair skanky face'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-8458679250471720547</id><published>2009-06-29T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T05:41:51.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was going to gardens but it’s raining now. Wanted to walk around,have an ice cream, look about.Maybe sneak into the construction site if I felt like it heehee. But it’s drizzling outside. But it’s not bringing my mood down, cause I love the rain. It’s constant. What ever it touches gets wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wrote this half an hour later)I lost my train of thought again. Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to walk around gardens!it stopped raining!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-8458679250471720547?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/8458679250471720547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=8458679250471720547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/8458679250471720547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/8458679250471720547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-going-to-gardens-but-its-raining.html' title=''/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-2601409270136004816</id><published>2009-06-15T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T07:49:54.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to the park to workout,pullups and gymnastics skills. i saw a couple sitting in the situp bench,side by side. They were bent over with their heads touching each other like rams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a pair of goats in love.hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl had long black hair,sway sway shake the life away,hair that enveloped her shoulders. The boy had a guitar. Haha, boy has the guitar,girl has the hair.What a match. They both wore black with jeans.Ridiculous sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pushed and pulled at each other with their heads.Push and pull.Then broke apart laughing. I wish i could have said that they kissed but didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoilt the mood hahahahahahahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swinging dips&lt;br /&gt;5x5&lt;br /&gt;Getting stronger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin the cat&lt;br /&gt;3x5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pullups&lt;br /&gt;7,7,8,8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-2601409270136004816?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/2601409270136004816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=2601409270136004816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2601409270136004816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2601409270136004816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-went-to-park-to-workoutpullups-and.html' title=''/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-2007749464381257024</id><published>2009-06-08T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:16:30.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm supposed to be reading through websites to find a course to study for. I told my mom that i'm taking marketing management.And i'm sure of what i want to do and i want i want i want i want to achieve. But i can't concentrate on the words. I keep staring at the lady wearing makeup and the black blouse. That's all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be from primary to secondary to jc or poly if you couldn't cope with the jc life and then university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did it screw up? but i'm asking questions that i know.But i need to say it out so that my ears can hear and understand what my head knows.because my mouth needs to say and my ears need to hear and my mind needs to process and understand what it already knows because it has a way of knowing what to do,but not doing the right thing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take out the fabled angst machine,and let me in"&lt;br /&gt;"but under these circumstances i'm not so keen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard.The reason why it's so hard is that i don't have something to oppose,to fight against.Like in primary school it was your psle,sec school it was your o lvls. It's hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-2007749464381257024?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/2007749464381257024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=2007749464381257024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2007749464381257024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2007749464381257024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-supposed-to-be-reading-through.html' title=''/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-2861154246855248534</id><published>2009-06-03T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T06:04:45.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm gonna walk about till i find something to do,someone to talk to,something to breathe,something to smile about,something to cry about,something to talk about,someone everlasting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-2861154246855248534?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/2861154246855248534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=2861154246855248534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2861154246855248534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2861154246855248534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-gonna-walk-about-till-i-find.html' title=''/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-313218167305428710</id><published>2009-06-02T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T07:54:12.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>workout 2-6-09</title><content type='html'>squats&lt;br /&gt;5x60&lt;br /&gt;5x70&lt;br /&gt;5x80&lt;br /&gt;5x90&lt;br /&gt;4x90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time i've failed a rep in a LONNNG time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pullups&lt;br /&gt;10,10,10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swinging dips&lt;br /&gt;4x6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;front tuck lever with one leg out&lt;br /&gt;3x10secs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my waterbottle during my guard duty last week so i've been using a plastic cup for my drinking. And ever since then this song been popping in my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you know this song you get +10 friend points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LLWNgt-x4Gk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LLWNgt-x4Gk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'why do i have to go to bed?'&lt;br /&gt;"cause the bed won't come to you" "ha ha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man i love sesame street&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-313218167305428710?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/313218167305428710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=313218167305428710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/313218167305428710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/313218167305428710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/06/workout-2-6-09.html' title='workout 2-6-09'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-979123864544108974</id><published>2009-05-31T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:43:43.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>party plans!</title><content type='html'>i want to have a theme party soon. who wants to party?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-979123864544108974?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/979123864544108974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=979123864544108974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/979123864544108974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/979123864544108974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/05/party-plans.html' title='party plans!'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-6162566173507393904</id><published>2009-05-31T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:39:55.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wall of text'/><title type='text'>workout log and updates</title><content type='html'>front squats&lt;br /&gt;5x60&lt;br /&gt;5x70&lt;br /&gt;5x70&lt;br /&gt;5x75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deadlifts&lt;br /&gt;2x80&lt;br /&gt;2x100&lt;br /&gt;2x100&lt;br /&gt;2x120&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inverted body rows&lt;br /&gt;3x5&lt;br /&gt;(It's easier to do them on ring rather on the pullup bar)(actually everything is easier on rings ahahha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swinging dips&lt;br /&gt;4x4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parallel bar walks with knees up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tips for you guys(and girls),so far the BEST WAY i've found to get a flat stomach is pullup bars or parallel bars. Hanging knee raises,L sits,skinning the cat.levers are FANTASTIC AS HELL. gymnastics are really damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been fun.&lt;br /&gt;HahAHAHAHhaha sorry i got distracted watching red flowers with my sis. They had a scene where the little boy walked through the snow naked and peed on the stairs.before they had the boy ass wiped by some lady and they use the same towel ahahahaaha.i was talking to her about the kids and what the director must have told them&lt;br /&gt;'ok for this scene we need you to walk naked'&lt;br /&gt;'ok'&lt;br /&gt;'in the snow'&lt;br /&gt;'ok'&lt;br /&gt;'walk down this hall slowly'&lt;br /&gt;'ok'&lt;br /&gt;'after that we need you to poop'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha this is like some movie they would show at yangtze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been playing football near sher's house these 3 weeks.hahah.it's been ok?considering i don't exactly like playing football but it's been fun. 1st and 2nd week what really stood out was the girl with the high fbt shorts and was hella aggressive. hahah eh she's quite aggressive player leh! haha not bad. today was nice,seeing more unfamilar faces,chris also. wah daniel(?) is damn hard to block,fast kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep soon? i dunno. who needs to be loved? i dunno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-6162566173507393904?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/6162566173507393904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=6162566173507393904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/6162566173507393904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/6162566173507393904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/05/workout-log-and-updates.html' title='workout log and updates'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-674646976848935122</id><published>2009-05-19T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:07:32.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19-5-09</title><content type='html'>squats&lt;br /&gt;5x70&lt;br /&gt;5x70&lt;br /&gt;3x5x80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press&lt;br /&gt;5x5x30kg&lt;br /&gt;supersetted 5 pullups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swinging dips&lt;br /&gt;5x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parallel bar rows&lt;br /&gt;3x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that my aunty's dog maxie is looks like it's aged 4 years over 2 months! wth. does that type of dog really look that old?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-674646976848935122?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/674646976848935122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=674646976848935122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/674646976848935122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/674646976848935122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/05/19-5-09.html' title='19-5-09'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-1894105346448312900</id><published>2009-05-12T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T07:48:52.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workoutlog'/><title type='text'>12-5-09</title><content type='html'>back squats&lt;br /&gt;5x60kg&lt;br /&gt;5x70kg&lt;br /&gt;5x80kg&lt;br /&gt;5x80kg&lt;br /&gt;5x80kg(2 sec pause at the bottom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt very good! very strong squats with no double motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ferris pullups&lt;br /&gt;6x4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swinging dips&lt;br /&gt;6x4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;front tuck lever with slight extension&lt;br /&gt;3x20secs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit tmr test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-1894105346448312900?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/1894105346448312900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=1894105346448312900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/1894105346448312900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/1894105346448312900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/05/12-5-09.html' title='12-5-09'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-2376450518144795305</id><published>2009-05-03T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T07:42:28.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about bands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workoutlog'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X0Z2S8VRXYM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X0Z2S8VRXYM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gap that grows between our lives&lt;br /&gt;The gap our parents never had&lt;br /&gt;Stop those thoughts control your mind&lt;br /&gt;Replace the things that you despise&lt;br /&gt;Oh you're old I hear you say&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean that I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in it anymore&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic acts for a worthless cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning when we were winning&lt;br /&gt;When our smiles were genuine&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning when we were winning&lt;br /&gt;When our smiles were genuine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now unforgiven the everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of refugees&lt;br /&gt;They're just like you and just like me&lt;br /&gt;But as people we have a choice&lt;br /&gt;To end the void with all its force&lt;br /&gt;So don't forget or don't pretend&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same now in the end&lt;br /&gt;It was set in a different life&lt;br /&gt;Destroys my days and haunts my nights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning when we were winning&lt;br /&gt;When our smiles were genuine&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning when we were winning&lt;br /&gt;When our smiles were genuine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now unforgiving the everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning when we were winning&lt;br /&gt;When our smiles were genuine&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning when we were winning&lt;br /&gt;When our smiles were genuine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now unforgiving, the everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now unforgiving, the everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa,when he breathes out the word everlasting, i wanna break down and cry. Tremendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front squats&lt;br /&gt;5x60kg&lt;br /&gt;5x75kg&lt;br /&gt;5x70kg&lt;br /&gt;5x70kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadlift&lt;br /&gt;5x75kg&lt;br /&gt;5x80kg&lt;br /&gt;5x90kg&lt;br /&gt;5x100kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run and random gymnastic work in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do it all in the morning but no time.sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Today was ok.can't wait for tmr when i start work again.And someone complemented me on my dressing today!!! hee hee. i feel so girly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-2376450518144795305?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/2376450518144795305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=2376450518144795305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2376450518144795305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2376450518144795305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/05/gap-that-grows-between-our-lives-gap.html' title=''/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-8206699835007168085</id><published>2009-04-23T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T05:51:04.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workoutlog'/><title type='text'>workout log</title><content type='html'>Squats&lt;br /&gt;5x60kg&lt;br /&gt;5x60kg&lt;br /&gt;front squats&lt;br /&gt;3x70kg&lt;br /&gt;3x70kg&lt;br /&gt;2x80kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working sets&lt;br /&gt;2x90kg&lt;br /&gt;2x90kg&lt;br /&gt;290kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadlift&lt;br /&gt;5x80kg&lt;br /&gt;5x90kg&lt;br /&gt;5x90kg&lt;br /&gt;5x90kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supersetted with shoulder rehab work(YTWL and plate halos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;press&lt;br /&gt;7x30kg&lt;br /&gt;7x30kg&lt;br /&gt;7x30kg&lt;br /&gt;8x30kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pullup ab work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to run! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-8206699835007168085?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/8206699835007168085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=8206699835007168085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/8206699835007168085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/8206699835007168085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/04/workout-log_23.html' title='workout log'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-1662948264728068769</id><published>2009-04-19T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T06:29:03.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SYVSi94AvKs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SYVSi94AvKs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s0noXR1B3Bc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s0noXR1B3Bc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate man utd 10 times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-1662948264728068769?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/1662948264728068769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=1662948264728068769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/1662948264728068769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/1662948264728068769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-man-u-10-times.html' title=''/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-2572989088637602242</id><published>2009-04-12T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:31:53.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love is a magical listerine</title><content type='html'>well lets look back on my week.&lt;br /&gt;last sunday:&lt;br /&gt;I ended up watching oasis for $40!!!2 free standing tickets&lt;br /&gt;Haahha the story's quite funny actually.I was there just to buy the tshirts cause the tickets were expensive. Then when i reached the merchanise stand,i saw a man trying to trade in a ticket for the tshirt. The people at the counter refused and he walked off. So off i went to catch him.&lt;br /&gt;I caught up to him and asked if he wanted to buy a tshirt and asked him how much he wanted for a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;"One for one"&lt;br /&gt;I bought the shirt(last one btw) and went back to him. He passed one ticket and suddenly passed me another.&lt;br /&gt;"For your friend" and i was alone lol!&lt;br /&gt;looked down at the ticket and TWO FREE STANDING!!! AWESOME LIKE HELL&lt;br /&gt;And it was seriously a blessing cause although i told myself that i won't watch the show,my heart was actually aching from not being able to watch.lol ridiculous right but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OASIS WAS GREAT. BETTER THAN LAST TIME THEY CAME TO SINGAPORE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked rebecca down but halfway remembered that my sis wanted to watch oasis orginally but didn't have anyone to go with,so i called her.so there you have haha,sorry rebecca! if saint lola ever come down and i have a ticket i'll give it to you.lol&lt;br /&gt;i was actually quite proud of my sis actually. cause she danced during the concert. I thought she would only clap and cheer but she didn't : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday&lt;br /&gt;I drew someone's blood! wtf. so scary it was on the spur of the moment actually. One of the station medic asked me if i wanted to drew and i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday&lt;br /&gt;nondescript&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weds&lt;br /&gt;see above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs&lt;br /&gt;see above. oh wait. i had support singing and nearly lost my voice due to a sudden flu. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;i went back to my old church.haha.it's been a very very very long time since i was back there.it still looks as great.the new(i'm using this term loosely as she's been there for 2-3 years? but she came after i left so she's new to me.)pastor gave a sermon about carrying our cross.&lt;br /&gt;THe title was weight of the cross. She asked if we were carrying our cross in our daily lives and if we were afraid of what we had to bear. She told us stories of how people who were dying but did not afraid because they knew where they would be and how one of them prayed for pastor instead of having the pastor praying for her. I liked the sermon,very passionate and well put across.&lt;br /&gt;It's the little things that i remember the most. The babies that keep crying during service and the kids that yak away. The two service halls.The old man who could not walk straight and used two canes.I wonder where is he now.god i miss tmc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat&lt;br /&gt;will be a pic post cause otherwise everyone will die reading my wall of text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SeGmtqjGorI/AAAAAAAAACc/cWtPZcU98vo/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SeGmtqjGorI/AAAAAAAAACc/cWtPZcU98vo/s320/family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323719537974485682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SeGmtftgdEI/AAAAAAAAACU/UIwYFojrdME/s1600-h/3122_63941336148_574006148_1692470_1183488_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SeGmtftgdEI/AAAAAAAAACU/UIwYFojrdME/s320/3122_63941336148_574006148_1692470_1183488_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323719535065330754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SeGmtGEmr_I/AAAAAAAAACM/gtjC0GLaJHU/s1600-h/3122_63941286148_574006148_1692461_8114691_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SeGmtGEmr_I/AAAAAAAAACM/gtjC0GLaJHU/s320/3122_63941286148_574006148_1692461_8114691_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323719528182886386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SeGmtNYjgbI/AAAAAAAAACE/LS4_LPukAjU/s1600-h/3122_63941281148_574006148_1692460_5628695_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SeGmtNYjgbI/AAAAAAAAACE/LS4_LPukAjU/s320/3122_63941281148_574006148_1692460_5628695_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323719530145612210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SeGmtBkw1RI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6Efq1ACF0ZM/s1600-h/3122_63941276148_574006148_1692459_5168271_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SeGmtBkw1RI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6Efq1ACF0ZM/s320/3122_63941276148_574006148_1692459_5168271_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323719526975591698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-2572989088637602242?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/2572989088637602242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=2572989088637602242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2572989088637602242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2572989088637602242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-is-magical-listerine.html' title='love is a magical listerine'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SeGmtqjGorI/AAAAAAAAACc/cWtPZcU98vo/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-7723636308300535941</id><published>2009-04-11T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:27:52.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>workout log</title><content type='html'>front squats&lt;br /&gt;4x4x80kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadlift&lt;br /&gt;90x3&lt;br /&gt;100x1&lt;br /&gt;115x1&lt;br /&gt;180x0&lt;br /&gt;couldn't pick up at all.hahah&lt;br /&gt;140x1&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2x bodyweight! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;My friend gave me a tip on my deadlift,keep my toes and legs close tgether. I didn't realise my stance was very wide,even when i squat. One guy actually asked if my balls were very big because my walking style is very wide.wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played around with jerks and pullups&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-7723636308300535941?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/7723636308300535941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=7723636308300535941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/7723636308300535941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/7723636308300535941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/04/workout-log.html' title='workout log'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-2393542748651421336</id><published>2009-04-08T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T06:38:11.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slide away - and give it all you've got &lt;br /&gt;My today - fell in from the top &lt;br /&gt;I dream of you - and all the things you say &lt;br /&gt;I wonder where you are now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me down - all the world's asleep &lt;br /&gt;I need you now - you've knocked me off my feet &lt;br /&gt;I dream of you - we talk of growing old &lt;br /&gt;But you said please don't ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slide in baby - together we'll fly &lt;br /&gt;I've tried praying - and I know just what you're saying to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're mine &lt;br /&gt;I'll find a way &lt;br /&gt;Of chasing the sun &lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one that shines with you &lt;br /&gt;In the morning when you don't know what to do &lt;br /&gt;Two of a kind &lt;br /&gt;We'll find a way &lt;br /&gt;To do what we've done &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one that shines with you &lt;br /&gt;And we can slide away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slide away - and give it all you've got &lt;br /&gt;My today - fell in from the top &lt;br /&gt;I dream of you - and all the things you say &lt;br /&gt;I wonder where you are now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slide in baby - together we'll fly &lt;br /&gt;I've tried praying - and I know just what you're saying to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're mine &lt;br /&gt;I'll find a way &lt;br /&gt;Of chasing the sun &lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one that shines with you &lt;br /&gt;In the morning when you don't know what to do &lt;br /&gt;Two of a kind &lt;br /&gt;We'll find a way &lt;br /&gt;To do what we've done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-2393542748651421336?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/2393542748651421336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=2393542748651421336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2393542748651421336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2393542748651421336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/04/slide-away-and-give-it-all-youve-got-my.html' title=''/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-5811348356210187100</id><published>2009-04-05T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T03:30:26.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not a workout'/><title type='text'>something i learnt today</title><content type='html'>not a workout log post! hahah that should be the real name.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i just wanna blog about something special that happened to me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;i was pretty nervous about singing this sunday,firstly i woke up late and took a cab down.Then started practice alittle late.&lt;br /&gt;So we starting practicing and it was ok but my throat kinda screwed up halfway.Felt like i couldn't hit high notes or keep my voice proper.I couldn't remember the flow of a couple of songs and i don't know if you know but i ABSOLUTELY have to everything practiced.&lt;br /&gt;I like things to be spontaneous and free spirit but for support singing,everything must be prefect. or at least well rehearsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 mins before worship i start to have coughing fits until service starts.I really wanted to vomit until i didn't have anything left in myself.Was really scared to sing.Made a short prayer asking god to help me out here,cause i didn't have any confidence in the worship session. I didn't open my eyes for most of the first song.hahah.it's not trying to get into the mood for worship so much as it is scared to look at the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we started singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crowd was really dead.haha and it really hard to preform infront of a dead audience even if you know that it's not so much for them as it is for god. third song in and i'm still nervous as hell and i have to hit the high notes. However, as i sang i really felt a weight lifted off myself. I could praise god for everything he had blessed me with and i wasn't scared all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? God taught me how it's not so much about how prepared you are but how much i need to believe.And it's hard,cause i like to be self reliant. I believe in working hard to go wherever we wanna be.I do believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha so what do i believe now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-5811348356210187100?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/5811348356210187100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=5811348356210187100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/5811348356210187100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/5811348356210187100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-i-learnt-today.html' title='something i learnt today'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-3399852601141682375</id><published>2009-04-04T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T01:33:29.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>workout log 04-04-09</title><content type='html'>front squats&lt;br /&gt;5x5x75kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah hard but i completed it MFs! form felt better. I took a break from squatting on weds or thurs. I think the break really help me recover. Or maybe it was the 3 min rest period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jerks&lt;br /&gt;2x40kg&lt;br /&gt;1x40kg&lt;br /&gt;1x40kg&lt;br /&gt;1x40kg&lt;br /&gt;1x40kg&lt;br /&gt;1x50kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;form was good today! I tried the split jerk foot position and it feels good! stamping the feet and thrusting the arms feels ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overhead squats&lt;br /&gt;3x30kg&lt;br /&gt;6x20kg&lt;br /&gt;6x30kg&lt;br /&gt;6x30kg&lt;br /&gt;6x30kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had some problems earlier with keeping the bar straight and the leaning to the left??? but i think i got it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T PLACE YOUR HANDS IN THE SNATCH POSITION,PLACE IT IN A SLIGHTLY WIDER PRESSING MANNER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pullup work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-3399852601141682375?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/3399852601141682375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-3871174714015250968</id><published>2009-03-30T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:45:28.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>workout log for today and last sat</title><content type='html'>today&lt;br /&gt;front squats&lt;br /&gt;6x6x70kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah my front is like shit on the last few sets. i need someone to critcise my form. but VERY HAPPY I COMPLETED ALL WOOHOO.Damn tired after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press&lt;br /&gt;2x40kg&lt;br /&gt;2x40kg&lt;br /&gt;3x40kg&lt;br /&gt;0x50kg&lt;br /&gt;couldn't even get it off the sticky point&lt;br /&gt;2x40kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basket holds&lt;br /&gt;40sec&lt;br /&gt;20sec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH i increased my timing for the first attempt!DAMN RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last sat&lt;br /&gt;front squat&lt;br /&gt;6x2x70kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still squatting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deadlift&lt;br /&gt;80kgx5&lt;br /&gt;90kgx3&lt;br /&gt;105kgx5 (touch and go.reset on every rep)&lt;br /&gt;105kgx5 (same)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plate press (for fun)&lt;br /&gt;15kgx12&lt;br /&gt;15kgx12&lt;br /&gt;15kgx12&lt;br /&gt;15kgx12&lt;br /&gt;15kgx12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jerks&lt;br /&gt;40kgx2&lt;br /&gt;40kgx1&lt;br /&gt;40kgx2&lt;br /&gt;40kgx3&lt;br /&gt;40kgx1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just getting into the groove of things. i'm beginning to learn how to drop my body and straighten my arms ASAP as the weight gets above my head. stamping my feet seems to help with the jerking.&lt;br /&gt;1)drop the body&lt;br /&gt;2)straighten the arms&lt;br /&gt;3)stamp feet,lock torso&lt;br /&gt;4)straighten legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 rounds of 8 burpees,10 sec rest each&lt;br /&gt;WAH KNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm,overall strength doesn't seem to be going up and i really haven't done cardio in a while.this program is more for taking a short break before getting back to 5x5.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.i really wanna do a sport,not just gym all the way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-3871174714015250968?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/3871174714015250968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=3871174714015250968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/3871174714015250968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/3871174714015250968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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My voice reached a new low and i got a compliment on my first day on the job! :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh and nus fass block chicken chop is damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;The indian neighbours are quarrelling damn loudly, i can hear them 3 doors down. 1 interesting thing today i saw an orange indian today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;workout for today&lt;br /&gt;10x6 pullups&lt;br /&gt;constant parallel bar swinging during rest periods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25x3 dips&lt;br /&gt;2 15sec static holds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head is spinning and my triceps are going to leave me soon.goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-5398062001213534840?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/5398062001213534840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-2339861427989935122</id><published>2009-03-22T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T05:56:55.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i would like to sing this song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jngwtxj27vA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jngwtxj27vA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is quiet since youre not around&lt;br /&gt;And I live in the numbness now&lt;br /&gt;In the background&lt;br /&gt;I do the things we did before&lt;br /&gt;I walk haight street to the store&lt;br /&gt;And they say wheres that crazy girl&lt;br /&gt;You dont get drunk on red wine and fight no more&lt;br /&gt;I dont see you anymore since the hospital&lt;br /&gt;The plans I make still have you in them&lt;br /&gt;Cause you come swimming into view&lt;br /&gt;And Im hanging on your words&lt;br /&gt;Like I always used to do&lt;br /&gt;The words they use so lightly&lt;br /&gt;I only feel for you&lt;br /&gt;I only know because I carry you around&lt;br /&gt;In the background&lt;br /&gt;Im in the background&lt;br /&gt;Words they come and memories all repeat&lt;br /&gt;I lift your head while they change the hospital sheets&lt;br /&gt;And I would never lie to you no&lt;br /&gt;I would never lie to you no&lt;br /&gt;I felt you long after we were through, we were through&lt;br /&gt;The plans I make still have you in them&lt;br /&gt;Cause you come swimming into view&lt;br /&gt;And Im hanging on your words&lt;br /&gt;Like I always used to do&lt;br /&gt;The words they use so lightly&lt;br /&gt;I only feel for you&lt;br /&gt;I only know because I carry you around&lt;br /&gt;In the background&lt;br /&gt;Cause I felt you long after we were through&lt;br /&gt;Well you come swimming into view&lt;br /&gt;And Im hanging on your words&lt;br /&gt;Like I always used to do&lt;br /&gt;The words they use so lightly&lt;br /&gt;I only feel to you&lt;br /&gt;I only know because&lt;br /&gt;Im way Im way in the background&lt;br /&gt;Im in the background&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-2339861427989935122?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/2339861427989935122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=2339861427989935122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2339861427989935122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2339861427989935122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-would-like-to-sing-this-song.html' title='i would like to sing this song'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-2288435538300828314</id><published>2009-03-17T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:24:07.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>workout log 17-3-09</title><content type='html'>i'm on a russian power program,it's supposed to raise my maximum lift by 5%(!!!) i did this program once but dropped out halfway.hahah.it's no joke. i'm in week 2 which has me doing 80% of my max for 4reps 6 sets.&lt;br /&gt;you can calculate your max squat here!(but i don't think anyone else squats hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.exrx.net/WeightTraining/Weightlifting/RussianSquatProgramGenerator.html"&gt;http://www.exrx.net/WeightTraining/Weightlifting/RussianSquatProgramGenerator.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;front squats&lt;br /&gt;6x4x70kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pullups&lt;br /&gt;9,9,9,9,10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neck strengthening,shoulder rehab,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuck front lever for a total of 60 secs(picture here)(&lt;a href="http://www.dragondoor.com/articler/mode3/229/"&gt;http://www.dragondoor.com/articler/mode3/229/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i've got my ns duty. service medic. i'll tell you guys more when i meet you all. But the most importantly is that i've to sleep at 10.30 latest (!!!) and wake up at 5.30(!!!!!!!)MANY INTERESTING PEOPLE. My new phone sms has screwed up so i can't sms back anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Good night all and good luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="381"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k43TIjXRel81tBILt5&amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k43TIjXRel81tBILt5&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="381" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6co6f_nirvana-aneurysm_music"&gt;NIRVANA ANEURYSM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/azertyeah"&gt;azertyeah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-2288435538300828314?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/2288435538300828314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=2288435538300828314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2288435538300828314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2288435538300828314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/03/workout-log-17-3-09.html' title='workout log 17-3-09'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-1120020428813877050</id><published>2009-03-09T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T06:44:01.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>workout log</title><content type='html'>Front squats&lt;br /&gt;4x60kgx5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadlift&lt;br /&gt;75kgx5&lt;br /&gt;80kgx5&lt;br /&gt;85kgx5&lt;br /&gt;100kgx1&lt;br /&gt;100kgx0&lt;br /&gt;100kgx1&lt;br /&gt;100kgx1&lt;br /&gt;100kgx1&lt;br /&gt;120kgx1&lt;br /&gt;120kgx1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could have hit 140kg today. But we'll keep it slow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerks&lt;br /&gt;40kgx2&lt;br /&gt;45kgx2&lt;br /&gt;45kgx2&lt;br /&gt;45kgx2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually give myself about 30sec-1min rest time.Trying to build explosiveness noe? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pullups&lt;br /&gt;10,10,10,10,10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all the same rest times haha :) about 1 min each?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to timo yesterday about how ns has changed the guys.He talked about aimlessness and i know everyone doing it now didn't expect it to change people like it did.Well it did.Maybe the change was gentle but constantly there.Or a big rock that just fell on them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The game of life is hard to play/i'm gonna lose it anyway'&lt;br /&gt;'bring her back here next to me/cause i need her now/i need your touch so desperately'&lt;br /&gt;my 2 favourite songs in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made an event for my shaving of my sideburns :) i wonder who's gonna come hahahaha. I just realised i didn't invite yifei.crap. I like doing silly things,things that don't make sense and try to plan them a few mins beforehand.I didn't do alot of things during my secondary school time except for click my mouse furiously and play the same old games with myself.I'm trying to recoop for all the lost time haha.i think so. I think i'm talking too little at times,when i want to say so much.I wish you all would say what you want to say,then we would be fine? (Should we? What would it bring us?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i do wish we all say what we need to say and want to say.&lt;br /&gt;What do you all think of me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-1120020428813877050?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/1120020428813877050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=1120020428813877050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/1120020428813877050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/1120020428813877050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/03/workout-log.html' title='workout log'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-8203739287239210822</id><published>2009-03-04T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T06:52:40.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i learnt at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i have the nicest boss in the work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i learnt to appreciate the shadows and light.I watched the light dance off a ferris wheel and the shadow bob to the tune of kiss from a rose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i learnt that my chinese really sucks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i fear hot girls speaking chinese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i taught myself to play 'suicide is painless' on a 7 key piano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-8203739287239210822?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/8203739287239210822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=8203739287239210822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/8203739287239210822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/8203739287239210822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-learnt-at-work.html' title='what i learnt at work'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-8044069827589083922</id><published>2009-02-26T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:56:29.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>workoutlog plus a wrestling review</title><content type='html'>squats&lt;br /&gt;60x5&lt;br /&gt;60x5&lt;br /&gt;80x5&lt;br /&gt;80x5&lt;br /&gt;100x5&lt;br /&gt;100x1 (2sec pause)&lt;br /&gt;100x1 (2sec pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrugs&lt;br /&gt;75x8x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching smackdown now.Matt hardy just swerved on his brother jeff and is cutting a promo now. Although he sounds like he has cotton wool in his mouth and speaks like a country hick,OH MY.THIS IS HOW YOU CUT A PROMO AND GET HEAT.Everything he is saying makes sense and is undeniable. Him referring to jeff's popularity with the crowd even though matt was the all american boy makes him a heel.Add the crowds rejection of a solid in ring performer for a spotmonkey, thank you very much +10 crediblity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the undertaker vs mark henry&lt;br /&gt;a better match than i expected it to be.brawling with psychology!the undertaker just F'ed his finished hahahahahahhha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;festus vs big show&lt;br /&gt;festus just screwed up a tornado ddt and nobody cares.necro butcher should use the big show punch as his finisher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giant khali vs triple h vs koslov&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I LOVE JR.JUST MADE A REFERNCE TO ALEXANDER KARELIN HAHAJAHAHA.khali has tripes in a headclaw haahhah.i remember when they came to singapore,he had that hold on for 5 mins.khali and kolsov are terrible at selling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-8044069827589083922?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/8044069827589083922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=8044069827589083922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/8044069827589083922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/8044069827589083922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/02/workoutlog-plus-wrestling-review.html' title='workoutlog plus a wrestling review'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-500169840532714434</id><published>2009-02-24T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T07:46:51.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you people deserve better than this,no matter how pretty they make it sound</title><content type='html'>i was supposed to write this in my journal but i wanted to listen to music as i wrote this. I'd promised my sister that i'd not go youtube for a week.hahah.suddenly i realise how much i use youtube for music. I'd listen to podcasts and live radio programs but this computer can't play the freaking media player on cue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8)what if god was one of us,just a slob like one of us?(8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for a funeral today. I didn't really know the person but i was going to just went to pay my respects to his son.we cabbed down to this void deck where it was being held. There were lots of people there,about 60 easily.I remember it being very white,like something had been bleached constantly. There were people seated in rows,like as if it was sunday morning service. There was a man infront talking. I strained to hear what he was saying but i didn't make out anything. Maybe he was talking about god's salvation,maybe he was encouraging the crowd to keep the faith or he was comforting those that we would see him soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired and i'm angry so don't mind if i sidetrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man didn't seem very confident in himself.he hemmed and hawwed abit and shifted his weight around.he never looked at the audience much.but i guess i would be too,if i had to suddenly talk about my friend that had suddenly died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that,they sang hymns.I didn't join in cause i didn't know what they were singing.I wish they were singing about him. I've always had this fascination with people singing for the dead.I like the thought of compiling someone's life into a verse and spoken to a beat. The action of letting a song tell the story of someones life maybe makes it's easier for the person having to give the eulogy.hahah.i would like to have a literal swan song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still angry but am not going to waste my time on the computer anymore.so fuck you computer and internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-500169840532714434?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/500169840532714434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=500169840532714434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/500169840532714434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/500169840532714434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/02/come-on-over-and-do-twist-overdo-it-and.html' title='you people deserve better than this,no matter how pretty they make it sound'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-4448031241226003726</id><published>2009-02-23T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:34:27.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>workout log/editted</title><content type='html'>Squats&lt;br /&gt;60x5&lt;br /&gt;70x5&lt;br /&gt;80x5&lt;br /&gt;90x5&lt;br /&gt;100x3&lt;br /&gt;80x9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays my squats just feel funny.My legs are straightening and my butt is just sticking out in the air.So it's more of a goodmorning. I need to strengthen my lower back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pullups&lt;br /&gt;8x6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerks&lt;br /&gt;40kgx2&lt;br /&gt;50kgx0&lt;br /&gt;40x1&lt;br /&gt;40x1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I'm going to study at the singapore sports council.If i'm going to be exercising 3 times a week,i might as well learn something from it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha my mother hates new people talking to her.SHE IS SUCH A HERMIT.she's talking about this bsf leader who suddenly approached her on the past.hahahahhahahahhah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type='application/x-shockwave-flash' style='width:683px;height:410px;' data='http://www.rathergood.com/plugins/content/jw_allvideos/players/mediaplayer_4.0.46.swf'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.rathergood.com/plugins/content/jw_allvideos/players/mediaplayer_4.0.46.swf' /&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high' /&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent' /&gt;&lt;param name='bgcolor' value='' /&gt;&lt;param name='autoplay' value='false' /&gt;&lt;param name='allowfullscreen' value='true' /&gt;&lt;param name='allowscriptaccess' value='always' /&gt;&lt;param name='flashvars' value='file=http://rathergood.com/content/rocket_dog/rocket_dog.flv&amp;autostart=false&amp;fullscreen=true&amp;image=http://rathergood.com/content/rocket_dog/rocket_dog_thumb.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-4448031241226003726?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/4448031241226003726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=4448031241226003726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/4448031241226003726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/4448031241226003726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/02/workout-log.html' title='workout log/editted'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-2619963849311914218</id><published>2009-02-20T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:39:24.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm supposed to be at sentosa now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SMU WAIKIKI!!!&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-2619963849311914218?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/2619963849311914218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=2619963849311914218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2619963849311914218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2619963849311914218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-supposed-to-be-at-sentosa-now-smu.html' title=''/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-1635395515386884511</id><published>2009-02-20T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:34:13.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>workout log 21-2</title><content type='html'>Front squats&lt;br /&gt;60kgx5x2&lt;br /&gt;70kgx5x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER STRETCHED MY WRISTS AGAIN SO DAMN TIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadlifts&lt;br /&gt;60kgx5(With ankle weights at the end)&lt;br /&gt;70kgx5&lt;br /&gt;80kgx5&lt;br /&gt;100kgx5 YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first lift was just fooling around(improvisation chains?hahahaha)not bad tho.&lt;br /&gt;My lower back still feels alittle funny but during the 100kg,it went up like nobodies business lol. I feel my lower back during the &lt;80kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerks&lt;br /&gt;40kgx3&lt;br /&gt;50kgx2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press&lt;br /&gt;40kgx5&lt;br /&gt;40kgx4&lt;br /&gt;20kgx5(Dumbbells)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pullups&lt;br /&gt;10(+5kg)&lt;br /&gt;10(+5kg)&lt;br /&gt;4(+5kg)&lt;br /&gt;10(+5kg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skinning the cat x4x2 hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-1635395515386884511?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/1635395515386884511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=1635395515386884511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/1635395515386884511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/1635395515386884511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/02/workout-log-21-2.html' title='workout log 21-2'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-1845136168336057897</id><published>2009-02-18T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T06:49:33.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause your gods and words</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YtM8eL4TWDg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YtM8eL4TWDg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always hear it as cause your gods and words won't last forever more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-1845136168336057897?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/1845136168336057897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=1845136168336057897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/1845136168336057897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/1845136168336057897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/02/cause-your-gods-and-words.html' title='cause your gods and words'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-5773956765578144145</id><published>2009-02-18T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T06:48:35.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>well,i've got my enlistment date.but it doesn't matter to me. it's what im gonna be doing for the next 2 years.it's the start of something new.i am going to do it and i'm going to do it well,no matter what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's talk about things that matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;i took my first driving lessons one week ago.I had made a appointment to do my basic theory in the morning and my driving lesson in the afternoon. however, i missed my basic theory because i didn't check the time properly and reached there 40 mins late.(I thought i was early)&lt;br /&gt;that really pissed me off because it's a very serious problem of mine.i get prepared and ready and am in the correct mindset THEN i forget to check the basic things,like the date or time.or how to go there.really and totally unacceptable. i need to organise and not do things like this. i saw a girl crying and screaming softly while i was booking my replacement lesson.she'd failed her btt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow,i'd did my lesson for driving and did it pretty well actually!an blessed upside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat was not bad. sorry i couldn't join you rebecca! next time i wanna see candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's tough to think when you're listening to nirvana.maybe.maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom fell sick on monday.she got better yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i trained with yifei today!love it. we exercised with tires today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-5773956765578144145?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-7525600260724016988</id><published>2009-02-04T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T03:05:30.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4-2-2009 workout log</title><content type='html'>Front squats&lt;br /&gt;5x50kg&lt;br /&gt;5x62kg&lt;br /&gt;5x70kg&lt;br /&gt;5x75kg&lt;br /&gt;1x80kg&lt;br /&gt;1x80kg&lt;br /&gt;1x80kg&lt;br /&gt;1x80kg&lt;br /&gt;1x80kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingering was pretty screwed up today,didn't stretch my wrists alot these past weeks,so stiff wrists=no go front squat. I took a min break between each of the singles to keep my form good.&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep my posture good,back straight,head up and elbows forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dynamic rows&lt;br /&gt;5x7x40kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press&lt;br /&gt;3x3x40kg&lt;br /&gt;wah this was very screwed up.My right arm keeps going up before my left so it's like /  &lt;---&lt;br /&gt;Very bad,need to work on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch and went out at 3 to do some parallel bar stuff. I LOVE GYMNASTICS.hahah.wish i could have crash pads tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of neighbours had ANOTHER funeral at their house.they had one before chinese new year and one more i just saw today.Poor guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mall near my house is closing down and i'm pretty damn sad about it.I'm going on a photographing spree before it gets shut down.Already so many of the shops have been closed :( I wish i had taken pictures of it while it still was opened.haha.It's quite funny,i didn't even realise that the place was going to be shut down this month although i knew that it was going to be turned into a shopping centre. I thought that the place would be untouched,that they were just going to magically convert it into the shopping centre with a wave of the developers magic wand. I've never been to alot of these places before even. Just wandered around them,looking and looking and looking. And haven't found anything. Just visited cafe cartel with timo last night for the first time.jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I'm gonna start inviting people to gardens. and if they don't turn up? i'll just do it myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-7525600260724016988?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/7525600260724016988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=7525600260724016988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/7525600260724016988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/7525600260724016988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/02/4-2-2009-workout-log.html' title='4-2-2009 workout log'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-2956291658632354330</id><published>2009-01-26T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:51:43.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>workout cny</title><content type='html'>deadlift&lt;br /&gt;5x60&lt;br /&gt;5x80&lt;br /&gt;5x90&lt;br /&gt;2x100kg&lt;br /&gt;5x80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grip cannot support 100kg lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;front squats&lt;br /&gt;4x3x80kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rows&lt;br /&gt;5x12x15kg plates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did this on the back extension machine.1 1/2 mins rest inbetween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumbbell press&lt;br /&gt;3x10x17.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arnold press&lt;br /&gt;3x8x17.5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-2956291658632354330?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/2956291658632354330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=2956291658632354330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2956291658632354330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2956291658632354330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/01/workout-cny.html' title='workout cny'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-8230836877894391977</id><published>2009-01-25T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T08:23:13.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMANDADIOS AL INFIERNO! aka (GROW THE HELL UP)</title><content type='html'>when i was your age i didn't have television, i lived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.truveo.com/Get-A-LifeFull-VersionWilliam-Shatner/id/2305843011717940484&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-8230836877894391977?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/8230836877894391977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=8230836877894391977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/8230836877894391977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/8230836877894391977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/01/imandadios-al-infierno-aka-grow-hell-up.html' title='IMANDADIOS AL INFIERNO! aka (GROW THE HELL UP)'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-3140938092313138235</id><published>2009-01-20T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:26:49.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shaft is my love song</title><content type='html'>back home at 11.30.hello all.i'm working at kallang lesiure park these few days. It's nice to be working again although i'm standing for 11 hours.Beats sitting infront of a computer imo. I wont say what i'm working as but it deals with alot of people who speak chinese.Hahaha. Most of my colleagues speak it quite well so i'm pretty set. I help out with whatever i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues so far have included&lt;br /&gt;-A calefare from 'the little nonya' He bullied jeanette aw in episode 6 and 7&lt;br /&gt;-2 guys waiting to enter ntu&lt;br /&gt;-A former food tech DCP student (my future job prospect HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the ntu guy is a pretty damn good salesman.He worked as a promoter for panasonic before he enlisted 2 years back.PES E as well! So he's good in my books from the start :D Anyway i know if i could speak proper chinese i could be a good promoter as well. lol. not knowing chinese sucks. i was supposed to improve my chinese last year lol.hahah.so su=crewed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway these 2 weeks have been not bad.Played frisbee and soccer after church on sunday. Hope everyone had fun!Sorry to moses for breaking his frisbee lol.It's all the taxi's fault.He hates frisbees.I met sherlene and rebecca accidentally last sat and yesterday respectively! Seriously big surprises. hahah.funny stories on meeting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and can't form anything inspiring.Good night all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-3140938092313138235?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/3140938092313138235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=3140938092313138235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/3140938092313138235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/3140938092313138235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/01/shaft-is-my-love-song.html' title='shaft is my love song'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-6282539565776016297</id><published>2009-01-14T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:08:38.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>daily wheat based product for consumption</title><content type='html'>i was supposed to go for a flyer distribution job at 11 at potong pasir.Unfortunately, i got terribly lost and found myself wandering around the entire Saint Andrews compound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home and painted the study room which took 7hours!! And the room is damn high.So damn high. I played lush 99.5 during this whole 7 hours. So if you've never heard lush at a loud volume,you're missing out a whole bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm working tmr at 10. Need to be sleeping now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squats&lt;br /&gt;6x40kg&lt;br /&gt;4x5x62kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romanian Deadlift&lt;br /&gt;5x60kg&lt;br /&gt;5x40kg&lt;br /&gt;2x5x70kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pullups and dips followed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-6282539565776016297?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/6282539565776016297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=6282539565776016297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/6282539565776016297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/6282539565776016297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-wheat-based-product-for.html' title='daily wheat based product for consumption'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-4384664957992618977</id><published>2009-01-12T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T06:55:42.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>workout log 12-1-2009</title><content type='html'>Full squats&lt;br /&gt;5x3x90kg&lt;br /&gt;1x100kg!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY HIT A 100kg SQUAT!PR BABY!!!&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself that i would hit 100kg last year.But managed to complete it only now. Actually it's not as hard i thought it would be.hmm something has to be said about doing things and completing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbell Rows&lt;br /&gt;4x10x15kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pullups&lt;br /&gt;12x8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parallel bar and pullup bar work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 min 10kg dumbell swings tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORKOUT GOALS FOR THIS YEAR&lt;br /&gt;Press bodyweight&lt;br /&gt;Squat 2x bodyweight 10 reps&lt;br /&gt;Cardio work&lt;br /&gt;Bodyweight conditioning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-4384664957992618977?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/4384664957992618977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=4384664957992618977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/4384664957992618977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/4384664957992618977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/01/workout-log-12-1-2009.html' title='workout log 12-1-2009'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-9140602172785061592</id><published>2009-01-11T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T03:20:59.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises from surprising places</title><content type='html'>I'd never thought i'd find an inspirational quote from youtube commentaryt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u47mm3u47mm3:i'm ashamed to say i've only recently discovered Bruce Springsteen. this song is amazing. &lt;br /&gt;(Reply) Marnoff: The best time to plant an oak tree was twenty years ago. The second best time is now. 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Black smoke billowed over Gaza City at first light and bursts of machine gun fire rang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV footage showed Israeli troops with night-vision goggles and camouflage face paint marching in single file. Artillery barrages preceded their advance, and they moved through fields and orchards following bomb-sniffing dogs ensuring their routes had not been booby-trapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The military said troops killed or wounded dozens of militant fighters, but Palestinian medical teams in Gaza, unable to move because of the fighting, could not provide accurate casualty figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamas said only four fighters had been killed. Gaza health officials said around 20 civilians had also died in airstrikes and shelling. They included a 12-year-old girl, five members of the same family and another eight civilians killed by a tank shell in the northern Gaza town of Beit Lahiya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;500 Palestinians killed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The new deaths brought the toll in the Gaza Strip since Saturday to more than 500. Palestinian and U.N. officials say at least 100 civilians are among the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army ambulances were seen bringing Israeli wounded to a hospital in the southern Israeli city of Beersheba. The military reported 30 Israeli troops were wounded, two seriously, in the opening hours of the offensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his first public comments since the ground operation was launched, Israeli Prime Minister Ehud Olmert told his Cabinet on Sunday that Israel could not allow its civilians to continue to be targeted by rockets from Gaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This morning I can look every one you in the eyes and say the government did everything before deciding to go ahead with the operation," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A senior military officer said Hamas was well-prepared for the Israeli incursion into Gaza, a densely populated territory of 1.4 million where militants operate and easily hide in the crowded urban landscape. He said the operation was "not a rapid one that would end in hours or a few days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, he said, "We have no intention of staying in the Gaza Strip for the long term." He spoke on condition of anonymity in accordance with army regulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel says the objective is to restore quiet to Israel's south, not to topple Hamas or reoccupy Gaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Graveyard' for Israeli forces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hamas threatened to turn Gaza into a "graveyard" for Israeli forces. You entered like rats," Hamas spokesman Ismail Radwan told Israeli soldiers in a statement on Hamas' Al Aqsa TV. "Gaza will be a graveyard for you, God willing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ground operation is the second phase in an offensive that began as a weeklong aerial onslaught aimed at halting Hamas rocket fire that has reached deeper and deeper into Israel, threatening major cities and one-eighth of Israel's population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocket fire has persisted, however, and several rockets fell in Israel on Sunday morning, causing no casualties. In much of southern Israel school has been canceled and life has been largely paralyzed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the air offensive presented little risk for Israel's army, sending in ground troops is a much more dangerous proposition. Hamas is believed to have some 20,000 gunman who know the dense urban landscape intimately. For months, Israeli leaders had resisted a ground invasion, fearing heavy casualties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel also has called up tens of thousands of reserve soldiers, which defense officials said could enable a far broader ground offensive as the operation's third phase. The troops could also be used in the event Palestinian militants in the West Bank or Hezbollah guerrillas in Lebanon decide to launch attacks. Hezbollah opened a war against Israel in 2006 when it was in the midst of a large operation in Gaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officials spoke on condition of anonymity because the military's preparations are classified.&lt;br /&gt;Rocket fire into Israel has persisted, and more than 30 rockets and mortar shells fell in Israel on Sunday morning, sending Israelis scrambling for bomb shelters. Two Israelis were lightly wounded. In much of southern Israel, school has been canceled and life has been largely paralyzed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;While the air offensive presented little risk for Israel's army, sending in ground troops is a much more dangerous proposition. Hamas is believed to have some 20,000 gunmen and has had time to prepare. Israeli leaders had resisted a ground invasion for months, fearing heavy casualties.&lt;br /&gt;Israel has called up tens of thousands of reserve soldiers, which defense officials said could enable a far broader ground offensive. The troops could also be used in the event Palestinian militants in the West Bank or Hezbollah guerrillas in Lebanon decide to launch attacks, as Hezbollah did in 2006 when Israel was in the midst of a large operation in Gaza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god.and can you believe some of them want to play the numbers game? I heard some minister of Israel talk about 30 rockets for the hundreds that the israels shot at the palestines.450 people wounded and a computer game means more to me than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly sometimes, i wonder why even bother. Cause once you start to have a desire for a cause say human rights,then someone comes along and says&lt;br /&gt;'hey don't you care about nature? is'nt nature important too?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you say hey why not,it's a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;'hey what about foreign workers?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you say ok, i hear you, makes more good points,read about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'animal rights versus food production for the world'&lt;br /&gt;'burma'&lt;br /&gt;'the occupation of iraq by american forces'&lt;br /&gt;'woman rights'&lt;br /&gt;'racial matters'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it becomes a chore,cause you realise that jesus christ. There is so much wrong in this world and where the hell can i start.Jesus christ.jesus christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise it's a long way i've got to go and hey i'm not likely to do anything great.i've got a too short attention span and i'm not dedicated enough to see it through. But it doesn't hurt to try. It doesn't hurt to try to take a stand and try to understand what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't hurt to try to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty,i feel the same way about the palestine israel conflict as i did about the burma's monks revolt.Nothing. I feel more concerned about nature than i do about people dying. It makes me feel guilty like now,that i care about the soil and the grass more than kids being killed.But i can't live my life as a guilt trip. I feel for the palestinians children but you can't expect me to be concerned about them all the time. You mean I can't enjoy my slurpee without thinking about the children in africa who doesn't have enough to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god i sound like such a fucking prick.an atas prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesus christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't hurt to try to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't hurt to try to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't hurt&lt;br /&gt;Try to make a difference&lt;br /&gt;Try&lt;br /&gt;Make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks to different when you break down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah 6:8&lt;br /&gt;He has showed you, O man, what is good. And what does the LORD require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-5578485369521761993?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/5578485369521761993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=5578485369521761993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/5578485369521761993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/5578485369521761993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-war-outside-and-i-wonder-when-i.html' title='There&apos;s a war outside and i wonder when i can play my games'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-6124618818472840060</id><published>2009-01-02T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T07:10:33.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>he's never been in love/but he knows just how love feels/he says nevermind</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jz_3G3sSufs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jz_3G3sSufs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song makes me feel like i'm in love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-6124618818472840060?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/6124618818472840060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=6124618818472840060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/6124618818472840060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/6124618818472840060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2009/01/hes-never-been-in-lovebut-he-knows-just.html' title='he&apos;s never been in love/but he knows just how love feels/he says nevermind'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-8779153626350546050</id><published>2008-12-30T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T03:33:22.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>workout log</title><content type='html'>26-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squats&lt;br /&gt;3x3x90kg&lt;br /&gt;First time doing squats these heavy. I placed 2 plates under each of my feet to give myself more stability.It feels good.And my back is straight :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bench&lt;br /&gt;8x40kg&lt;br /&gt;3x8x50kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facepulls&lt;br /&gt;4x10x55kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29-12&lt;br /&gt;Deadlift&lt;br /&gt;3x80kg&lt;br /&gt;3x100kg&lt;br /&gt;1x120kg&lt;br /&gt;1x120kg&lt;br /&gt;1x120kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to reset the grip after each of the 120kg. Still worried about my back cause i think it's rounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12x80kg&lt;br /&gt;WAH DIE. very tired after this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbell Press&lt;br /&gt;5x5x30kg&lt;br /&gt;Done under 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunges&lt;br /&gt;10x30kg&lt;br /&gt;Not too fond of these,busted my scrabbed knee open with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming&lt;br /&gt;6 laps in 6 mins&lt;br /&gt;After this i was pretty much dead hahaha&lt;br /&gt;6 more laps broken up into 2 laps at a time. 2+ min rest in between each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pullups&lt;br /&gt;5x7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dips&lt;br /&gt;4x15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah my cardio is pretty bad now.I can go hard but not for long and i forgot how to pace myself.Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CURRENT STANDING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight:70kg(HUH I WAS 68kg 2 DAYS AGO)&lt;br /&gt;Height:165cm&lt;br /&gt;Max squat:Untested&lt;br /&gt;Max deadlift:Untested&lt;br /&gt;Max barbell press:Untested&lt;br /&gt;Cardio:Poor&lt;br /&gt;Max score of tabata burpees:64 in 4 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEEDS MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardio work(Anyone wanna join?)&lt;br /&gt;Bodyweight conditioning&lt;br /&gt;Speed work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-8779153626350546050?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/8779153626350546050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=8779153626350546050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/8779153626350546050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/8779153626350546050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2008/12/workout-log.html' title='workout log'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-3988269643756933788</id><published>2008-12-30T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T03:18:36.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of the year check</title><content type='html'>A checklist for myself since tmr the last day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deadlift 100kg(Y)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a GPA of 2.8 (N)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't have my notebook to remind me of what my goals.The fact i have to go back and check a notebook to remind myself,pretty much says how much priority i had in achieving them.hahah.sad but true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Notable moments of 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starting a blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being a support singer since the beginning of this year? It seems like i've been there for a very long time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realising Rebecca is Oringa's daughter(I was actually speechless for a minute when i realised this)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breakup on the singapore flyer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nearly failing polymer processing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Graduating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visiting NUS museum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learning to write with my left hand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being comfortable with myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MDA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easter service&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trip to vegas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working in fidgets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark's 21st&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Timo's 21st&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chris 21st&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abby's 21st&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sher 21st&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*INSERT NAME*'s 21st (can't remember anymore sorry!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;City hall with vicky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bjj&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MY 21st muahah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visiting ah ma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working out in venice beach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gymnastics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Constantly massaging people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eliza tan ah siew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;adam the gay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are many other things,especially the little things that make life easier to go through but i either forget or overlook them in this crazy times.So thank God for all those as well. For nature,the trees,the water and the grass. Things that don't talk but keep me happy and sane.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Targets for next year&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starting a short course in mass comm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Writing more in my journal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading the bible once a week and devotions and writing a page about the read devotions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet and make 4 new friends from somewhere.somehow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Help adam to get a B for english&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start writing proper report style essays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IMPROVE MY CARDIO ahah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-3988269643756933788?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/3988269643756933788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=3988269643756933788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/3988269643756933788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/3988269643756933788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2008/12/end-of-year-check.html' title='end of the year check'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-4594994640153192825</id><published>2008-12-28T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T03:19:46.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH GOD SAID JACKIE CHAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm watching the dubbed version of new police story on channel 5 now.omg so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before i go back i want to show some pictures of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUSCLE BEACH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SVddh_1csZI/AAAAAAAAABI/JDiSr2YGs0o/s1600-h/PC140833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284795526395244946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SVddh_1csZI/AAAAAAAAABI/JDiSr2YGs0o/s320/PC140833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SVddhr1PxLI/AAAAAAAAABA/AR_uusCUs0U/s1600-h/PC140831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284795521025688754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SVddhr1PxLI/AAAAAAAAABA/AR_uusCUs0U/s320/PC140831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back lever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SVddhfEIVWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HO-lOTn1hFE/s1600-h/PC140828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284795517598455138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SVddhfEIVWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HO-lOTn1hFE/s320/PC140828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SVddhRe-hfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KZPs_wuGYtU/s1600-h/PC140819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284795513952962034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SVddhRe-hfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KZPs_wuGYtU/s320/PC140819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SVddhM4RP4I/AAAAAAAAAAo/KFzGfQjMNog/s1600-h/PC140810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284795512716869506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SVddhM4RP4I/AAAAAAAAAAo/KFzGfQjMNog/s320/PC140810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F55u1BCQtPU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F55u1BCQtPU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284796464848740738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SVdeYn2MoYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ed17DoLfCaQ/s320/PC140834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mandatory pose.Seriously,this place has alot of significance and history behind it. It's the equal to a gamer visiting E3,an actor going to the Sydney Opera House or an Elvis fan visiting Graceland.Or a prata lover visiting upper thompson road.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met a bodybuilder from Boston who had deltiods the size of my head,a guy from Massachusetts with very strong hands and a 50-60 year old Latavian who deadlifted 180kg for 3 reps with ease. VERY STRONG EH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284796472809077474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SVdeZFgFuuI/AAAAAAAAABY/8uNmQ4hhBnU/s320/PC140835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284796477500018418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SVdeZW-fzvI/AAAAAAAAABg/GmAHlEHGRIU/s320/PC140852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got a ticket for following the punks for too long. NEW POLICE STORY TIME&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-4594994640153192825?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/4594994640153192825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=4594994640153192825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/4594994640153192825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/4594994640153192825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-god-said-jackie-chan.html' title='OH GOD SAID JACKIE CHAN'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SVddh_1csZI/AAAAAAAAABI/JDiSr2YGs0o/s72-c/PC140833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-9076332509603766649</id><published>2008-12-22T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:40:07.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll post the pictures late cause i'm too lazy to figure out how to attach it using blogger</title><content type='html'>maybe i should just be a masseur after my national service&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-9076332509603766649?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/9076332509603766649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=9076332509603766649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/9076332509603766649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/9076332509603766649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2008/12/ill-post-pictures-late-cause-im-too.html' title='i&apos;ll post the pictures late cause i&apos;m too lazy to figure out how to attach it using blogger'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-3076153906405316684</id><published>2008-12-01T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T02:23:51.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is gonna be alright rockabye</title><content type='html'>Goals for vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have FUN!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit crossfit anaheim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take part in a crossfit workout&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit gold's gym&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit muscle beach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gamble at vegas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm hoping and praying to watch a wrestling show either in california or vegas. Please PWG! Please host a show!! This is the closest i'll ever get a watching an independent show *sobsob*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pics when i come back,promise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jiayousssss meimei girl!exams will be over soon!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-3076153906405316684?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/3076153906405316684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=3076153906405316684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/3076153906405316684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dynamic rows&lt;br /&gt;8x30kg&lt;br /&gt;8x35kg&lt;br /&gt;8x40kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dips&lt;br /&gt;25,20,20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did some pullup variations in the morning before work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-2603532372413992826?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/2603532372413992826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=2603532372413992826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2603532372413992826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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demands of further explainations/elaborations can be asked from me. good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-7499083448419516187?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/7499083448419516187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=7499083448419516187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/7499083448419516187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/7499083448419516187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-to-gym.html' title=''/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-8835820613157821132</id><published>2008-11-23T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T07:11:57.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>01) Bold what is true about you.&lt;br /&gt;02) Underline what is half true.(I'll just turn it red)&lt;br /&gt;03) Italicize what you wish was true about you.&lt;br /&gt;04) Add one true thing about you to the end of the list.&lt;br /&gt;05) Tag five LJ friends.&lt;br /&gt;06) Ask me anything about the bold/italicized/underlined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I miss somebody right now.&lt;br /&gt;• I don't watch much TV these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I own lots of books.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;• I love to play video games&lt;/span&gt;. (I used to. Now i only play when there are people playing as well. Now i’m pretty ambivient about them)&lt;br /&gt;• I've tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I've watched porn movies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;• I believe honesty is usually always the best policy.&lt;/span&gt; (I won’t lie to you but i’m not dumb)&lt;br /&gt;• I curse sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;• I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;• I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;/span&gt; (For a couple of weeks a long ago)&lt;br /&gt;• I have broken someone's bones.&lt;br /&gt;• I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal&lt;br /&gt;.• I hate the rain. (i love rain!)&lt;br /&gt;• I'm paranoid at times.&lt;br /&gt;• I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;strong&gt; I need/want money right now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I love sushi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I talk really, really fast.&lt;br /&gt;• I have fresh breath in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I have long hair.&lt;/strong&gt; (Had)&lt;br /&gt;• I have lost money in Las Vegas. (Going to in 2 weeks time!HAHAH)&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;strong&gt;I have at least one sibling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.• I was born in a country outside of the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;• I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;br /&gt;• I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I like the way that I look.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;• I am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;• I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;• I think prostitution should be legalized.&lt;br /&gt;• I slept with a roommate.&lt;br /&gt;• I have a hidden talent. (I can’t think of anything talents that i know of right now ahaha)&lt;br /&gt;• I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;• I have a lot of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I have kissed someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;• I enjoy talking on the phone. (I hate this actually)&lt;br /&gt;• I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;• I love to shop and/or window shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I'm obsessed with my Livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;• I don't hate anyone. I dislike them.&lt;/span&gt; (I thought hard about this)&lt;br /&gt;• I'm a pretty good dancer. I think so anyways.&lt;br /&gt;• I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother. (nope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I have a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;• I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.(But i get drunk very easily, embrassingly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I've rejected someone before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I want to have children in the future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I have changed a diaper before.&lt;br /&gt;• I have a lot to learn. We can all learn a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;• I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I’m online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;br /&gt;• I have at least 5 away messages saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.• I have tried alcohol or drugs before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past. (i am quite gutless when it comes to girls haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I have avoided assignments at work/school to be on Livejournal. (Facebook and msn hahaah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I enjoy some country music.&lt;/strong&gt; (Johnny cash and kd lang)&lt;br /&gt;• I would die for my best friend(s).&lt;br /&gt;• I'm obsessive, and often a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;• I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;• Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;• I have dated a close friend's ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I am happy at this moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I’m obsessed with guys.&lt;/strong&gt; (Girls)&lt;br /&gt;• Democrat.&lt;br /&gt;• Conservative Republican.&lt;br /&gt;• I am punk rockish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I go for older guys/girls, not younger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I study for tests most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;• I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I’ve ever met.&lt;br /&gt;• I can work on a car.&lt;br /&gt;• I love my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I walk barefoot wherever I can.(I'M NERCO BUTCHER)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;• I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;• I spend ridiculous amounts of money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;• I am proficient on a musical instrument.&lt;/span&gt; (I play piano!)&lt;br /&gt;• I hate office jobs.&lt;br /&gt;• I went to college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;• I am adopted.&lt;br /&gt;• I am a pyro.&lt;br /&gt;• I have thrown up from crying too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I have been intentionally hurt by people that I loved.&lt;/strong&gt; (who has’nt?)&lt;br /&gt;• I fall for the worst people and have been hurt every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;• I adore bright colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;• I hate chain theme restaurants like Applebees and TGI Fridays. (What the hell is this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I can't whistle.&lt;br /&gt;• I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;br /&gt;• I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;• I talk in my sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I've often thought that I was born in the wrong century.&lt;br /&gt;• I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;br /&gt;• I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;• I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;• I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;• I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;• I am completely tree-huggy spiritual, and I'm not ashamed at all.&lt;br /&gt;• If I knew I would get away with it, I would commit at least one murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I've cosplayed or know what cosplaying is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;• I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I enjoy a nice glass of wine with dinner.&lt;br /&gt;• I'm an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;• I am ambidextrous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I sleep with so many stuffed animals, I can hardly fit on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;• If it weren't for having to see other people naked, I'd live in a nudist colony.&lt;br /&gt;• I have terrible teeth.&lt;br /&gt;• I did this Meme even though I wasn't tagged by the person who took it before me.&lt;br /&gt;• I have more friends on the internet than in real life.&lt;br /&gt;• I have lived in either three different states or countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;• I am extremely flexible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;•&lt;/em&gt; I want to own my own business.&lt;br /&gt;• I smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I spend way too much time on the computer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• Nobody has ever said I'm normal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Sad movies, games, fics and the like can cause a trickle of tears every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;• I am proficient in the use of many types of firearms and combat weapons.&lt;br /&gt;• I like the way women look in stylized men's suits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;• I don't like it when people are displeased or seem displeased with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I have been described as a dreamer or likely to have my head up in the clouds.(All of my life during poly)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;• I have played strip poker with someone else before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I have had emotional problems for which I have sought professional help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I believe in ghosts and the paranormal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I can't stand being alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I have at least one obsession at any given time.&lt;br /&gt;• I weigh myself, pee/poo, and then weigh myself again.&lt;br /&gt;• I consistently spend way too much money on obsessions-of-the-moment.&lt;br /&gt;• I'm a judgmental asshole.&lt;br /&gt;• I'm a HUGE drama-queen.&lt;br /&gt;• I have traveled on more than one continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I sometimes wish my father would just disappear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I need people to tell me I'm good at something in order to feel that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I can speak more than one language.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I can fall asleep even if the whole room is as noisy as it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I would rather read than watch TV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I like reading fact more than fiction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I have pulled an all-nighter on an assignment I was given a month to do.(And failed the report!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I like most animals better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;• I own a collection of retro games consoles.&lt;br /&gt;• The thought of physical exercise makes me shiver. (shiver with joy lol)&lt;br /&gt;• I have hit someone with a dead fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I have written/read erotic stories.&lt;br /&gt;• I am compulsively honest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I was born with a congenital birth defect that has never been repaired.&lt;br /&gt;• I have danced topless in front of dozens of complete strangers. And not been ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;• I have gone from wishing I was a boy to reveling in being a girl to feeling like a boy again in the span of five minutes, and not cared a whit for my actual sex.&lt;br /&gt;• I am unashamedly bisexual, and have different motivations for my desires for different genders.&lt;br /&gt;• I sometimes won't sleep a whole night or eat a whole day because I forget to.&lt;br /&gt;• I find it impossible to get to sleep without some kind of music on.&lt;br /&gt;• I dislike milk. (I LOVE MILK)&lt;br /&gt;• I obsessively wash my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I always carry that something significant around with me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Sometimes I'd rather wear a wig in day-to-day life than use my own hair.&lt;br /&gt;• I love talking about myself to the point where I need to be stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I often sing whenever I can and I'm good at it too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I have experienced some type of traumatic abuse in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;• I've experienced visions and dreams which I know/believe are from my past life.• I have deja vu so vivid that I feel faint.&lt;br /&gt;• I love Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• My parents are not together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I don't believe in love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I hate people who walk incredibly slow.&lt;br /&gt;• I have extreme contempt for the vast majority of people.&lt;br /&gt;• Sometimes I don't shower before work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• To me, procrastination is like a disease!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I want to sleep now&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy watching two guys kissing each other.&lt;br /&gt;• I am a typical Gemini born.&lt;br /&gt;• The more I searched the less I've found.&lt;br /&gt;• As a child I was a huge crybaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I'm feeling alone very fast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I'm living in a fairytale and I'm the noble Princess, who saves the day!&lt;br /&gt;• I always have to spell my name.&lt;br /&gt;• I want to die in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;• I have a strange laugh.&lt;br /&gt;• If they let me, I can sleep 12 hours in a row.&lt;br /&gt;• I wish I could transform myself into a boy every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;• I dance in the rain and don't feel like a fool.&lt;/em&gt;haven't been caught in the rain for a very long time.i miss that&lt;br /&gt;• I have a favorite stuffed animal that I will not ever get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;• I sing 80's hair metal songs into my hairbrush on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;• I have a speech disorder.&lt;br /&gt;• I'm infatuably attracted to men with long, blond, curly hair&lt;br /&gt;• I sometimes have the urge to take a shot of whiskey or open a can of beer at odd times in the day.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;strong&gt;I have a weakness for guys with nice bodies&lt;/strong&gt; (girls with nice bodies but honestly i rather prefer a non atheletic looking girl to a skinny girl who works out alot)&lt;br /&gt;• I plan to move to another country at some point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I ever wanted to be a certain fictional character&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• My dreams are so vivid, they feel real.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I'm a huge geek, the comic-book and video game kind, not the smart kind.&lt;br /&gt;• I can get jealous easily!&lt;br /&gt;• My computer and hard drive are pretty much my most prized possessions.&lt;br /&gt;• I prefer to buy CDs than download music, free or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I haven't had my first kiss yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I currently struggle/have struggled in the past with an eating disorder.&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;strong&gt; I've been told I am too nice for my own good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Eating is my passion in life.&lt;br /&gt;• I'll always have a crush on a certain someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• I love surprising people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag everyone who has a blog!&lt;br /&gt;if you want me to list out&lt;br /&gt;vicky&lt;br /&gt;nicole&lt;br /&gt;timothy&lt;br /&gt;mark&lt;br /&gt;ben kok&lt;br /&gt;lydia&lt;br /&gt;chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-8835820613157821132?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/8835820613157821132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=8835820613157821132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/8835820613157821132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/8835820613157821132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2008/11/01-bold-what-is-true-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-2809025737946042682</id><published>2008-11-18T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:07:42.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mom just told me the best line ever.&lt;br /&gt;'shows me great eastern brochure'&lt;br /&gt;'life is great,keep it straight'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-2809025737946042682?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/2809025737946042682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=2809025737946042682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2809025737946042682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/2809025737946042682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-mom-just-told-me-best-line-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-5313018436239758527</id><published>2008-11-18T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T06:53:49.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Workout log with 50% more prefab sprout!</title><content type='html'>Back squats&lt;br /&gt;5x5x 75kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dynamic rows&lt;br /&gt;3x10x 20kg&lt;br /&gt;2x8x 30kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit workout today,i knew i was in trouble when 75kg felt way too heavy than it should have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to continue on with my workout but needed to get back home. It seems after my dates with the russian squat program,my squats haven't improved yet.sigh.and my back squats feel so strange suddenly. But i'll be back on friday doing my squats and 5x5:D that's how winning is done,with perserverance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a pretty damn lewd job offered to me today.DAMMIT and i didn't expect that is all i'll say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a new supervisor come today,my colleagues are pretty antisocial to him,not talking to him but i find he's a nice guy.But something he said struck me today.&lt;br /&gt;We were looking at the income the company made during the week and he said the parties brought in twelve thousand alone so we ought to be grateful that the parties were paying for our salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've not heard alot of encouragement or positive statements made by the colleagues around me and from myself as well.Not about how to help the company but more of 'how much time left before i go home' and 'shit there are alot of plates to clean' I do admit that i feel good when i finish work but where is my sense of pride in my work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to want to do something with pride when there are more than 5 customers waiting for their orders to be taken and it's crunch time but something needs to be changed and done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/akv1xOqNZHI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/akv1xOqNZHI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway some prefab sprout for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Will heaven wait,all heavenly,over the next horizon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-5313018436239758527?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' 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height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-4769613313732785258</id><published>2008-11-09T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T07:08:06.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 years ago,if you were to have talked to me on msn,I would have been waiting in front of the computer for every word you said.But I have to get on with life now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-4769613313732785258?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/4769613313732785258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=4769613313732785258' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/4769613313732785258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/4769613313732785258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-years-agoif-you-were-to-have-talked.html' title=''/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-6970952990882002332</id><published>2008-11-06T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T06:50:45.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First gymnastics class today! FUN FUN FUN&lt;br /&gt;Did some round offs, which btw are not like cartwheels in which you just throw yourself into the movement.It's like from standing into handstand where you end up 180 degrees from where you were. THEN WE WENT TO THE TRAMPOLINE WOO. I can clear a lorry easily with that height.Only complains were that an hour was too short,warmups were too long and the people there stuck to their own groups lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 5 other guys there.2 older angmoh ladies,3 people my age,1 girl from mgs(juiliana) and 1 guy from hwachong(samuel) and 1 other guy(En ting?Rui en?Can't rememeber the name). The three teenagers are quite good friends cause i saw them leaving in a car together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do a shooting star press soon!&lt;br /&gt;Work tmr so later loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWcEqcoO0o0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWcEqcoO0o0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manic Street Preachers! I've only hear 3 of their songs but I'm going for the concert :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-6970952990882002332?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/6970952990882002332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=6970952990882002332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/6970952990882002332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/6970952990882002332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-gymnastics-class-today-fun-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-6657307163715781385</id><published>2008-11-02T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T07:33:53.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>johnny cash</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h04I5MtuOMw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h04I5MtuOMw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you're my friend&lt;br /&gt;And can you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've had a couple of journals and a common recurring theme thats been coming up is that people don't understand what i'm typing about. And I have been doing that,being all cryptic and mournful. I guess the blog is for me as much as it is for you the viewer, cause i write to remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times we've been out drinking&lt;br /&gt;Many times we've shared our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;But did you ever, ever notice, the kind of thoughts I got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hung out with big hands band after service,they are CRAZZZZYYYYYY BOY.Hahaha was kinda stun for the first 5 mins but i really enjoy their enthusiasm.You know,I wonder if people were who they are,maybe we would enjoy each other better.Then we wouldn't have to reply on wine and social lubricants for doing a simple action,conversation.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you know I have a love, for everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;And you know I have a drive, to live I won't let go&lt;br /&gt;But can you see this opposition, comes rising up sometimes&lt;br /&gt;That is dread full imposition, comes blacking in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(went to timo's house again after church,we were supposed to play soccer but it rained.like a bitch.a big black dog.or an irritatable woman.timo was like half dead after guard duty ahahaha.i know what timothy does when he is bored,he logs onto motorcycle websites :D.then gym and family dinner at melben)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I see a darkness&lt;br /&gt;And then I see a darkness&lt;br /&gt;And then I see a darkness&lt;br /&gt;And then I see a darkness&lt;br /&gt;Did you know how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;There's a hope that somehow you&lt;br /&gt;Can save me from this darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope that someday buddy&lt;br /&gt;We'll have peace in our lives&lt;br /&gt;Together or apart&lt;br /&gt;Alone or with our wives&lt;br /&gt;And we can stop our whoring&lt;br /&gt;And pull the smiles inside&lt;br /&gt;And light it up forever&lt;br /&gt;And never go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;My best unbeaten brother&lt;br /&gt;This isn't all I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I see your darkness&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I see your darkness&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I see your darkness&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I see your darkness&lt;br /&gt;Did you know how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;There's a hope that somehow you&lt;br /&gt;You'll save me from this darkness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this song,johnny cash really gives a very sorrowful mourning songs to the songs he does.He makes the covers into his songs.And on that note, I hope i didn't sing too loud today. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-6657307163715781385?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/6657307163715781385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=6657307163715781385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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people who call you brother/sister and want to do some ridiculous hand greeting that are the ones keeping the most secrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-3656081512705333932?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/3656081512705333932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=3656081512705333932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/3656081512705333932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/3656081512705333932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2008/10/thought-before-i-go-to-work-its-always.html' title=''/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-9023539236221753999</id><published>2008-10-26T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T04:30:55.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi i'm at timos house now! i have links now! ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;i see timothy's stomach now. say hi timothy&lt;br /&gt;"Hi"&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm going back for dinner bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-6563758395510978595</id><published>2008-10-20T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T07:35:12.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY wish this year is to be like fiona xie</title><content type='html'>i realised this yesterday watching 'best in asia' with eliza.&lt;br /&gt;if i were an act cute little chinese xmm,i don't have to be smart or intellegent or know that australia is a continent on it's own. Just have big eyes and have a perky butt. And be small.&lt;br /&gt;But i have to give respect where it is due. She's able to say fuck(excuse me) five times before 9pm while jade seah gets trashed for saying once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my sister got her driving license today! Round of applause everyone! Drinks on the house! she can drive me to work now hee hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have work tmr! ahh sharks.HAHA line of the month.Thank you abby for that line.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone watching Avenue Q? I know khengsoon is watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-6563758395510978595?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/6563758395510978595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=6563758395510978595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/6563758395510978595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/6563758395510978595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-wish-this-year-is-to-be-like-fiona.html' title='MY wish this year is to be like fiona xie'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-5676119666097479750</id><published>2008-10-17T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:53:14.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great Spy Experiment-Late night request&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sorrow, won't you flow out?&lt;br /&gt;These tired veins have dried. This tired soul has burnt out.&lt;br /&gt;Collect her. Bring her back here next to me.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I need her now. I need her touch so desperately.&lt;br /&gt;So go now, don't come till the night is done.&lt;br /&gt;And I will wait for you. Yeah, I will wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, distance, oh why won't you disappear?&lt;br /&gt;This electric love is so tiring and dear.&lt;br /&gt;Collect her, bring her back here next to me.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I need her now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I need her now.&lt;br /&gt;So go now, don't come till the job is done.&lt;br /&gt;And I will wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I will wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, won't you come? Like before..Oh, won't you go on down?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you know..Oh, won't you come? Like before..Oh, won't you stay awhile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sorrow, won't you flow out?These tired veins have dried.&lt;br /&gt;This tired soul has burnt out.&lt;br /&gt;Collect her. Bring her back here next to me.I need her now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I need her now.So go now, don't come till the job is done.&lt;br /&gt;And I will wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I will wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for you, love.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, won't you stay awhile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of sleeping,i'm posting the lyrics to this song at 11.49pm. This is my favourite song from a local band and my 2nd favourite song of all time :)&lt;br /&gt;You realise how much you miss things once they leave you,opportunities the most. Places and things you could have done,could have been.&lt;br /&gt;Good night all.&lt;br /&gt;Love you all,although i don't say aloud.I'll say it to all of you one day.&lt;br /&gt;Sun and moon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-5676119666097479750?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/5676119666097479750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=5676119666097479750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/5676119666097479750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/5676119666097479750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-spy-experiment-late-night-request.html' title=''/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-794239348225165766</id><published>2008-10-13T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T05:29:10.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>workout log</title><content type='html'>9-10-08&lt;br /&gt;Workout&lt;br /&gt;Front squat 6 x 3 x 70kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overhead squat&lt;br /&gt;2 x 6 x 30 kg (This one was very bad,knees kept opening up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push jerk&lt;br /&gt;3 x 3 x 40 kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pullups&lt;br /&gt;12,13,6,10,12,8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some grip work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12-10-08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front squat&lt;br /&gt;6 x 2 x 70kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High pull&lt;br /&gt;2 x 5 x 30 kg&lt;br /&gt;5 x 40 kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need rubber or olympic plates!!!!!!! I want to go nus and drop the weights there!!!! Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming in the sea on sat. My family wanted to do a try out before any actual signning up took place. The sea is very hard, not so much of the waves pushing you to shore but the salt water. Blweahh. We swam 100m? but it took like 5 mins and the waves weren't very choppy. Not used to the salt. I think my mouth aged 20 years in that swim. Could preserve fish with a kiss. But there were alot of xmm there! hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway anyone want a massage from me? I'm trying to learn massage.&lt;br /&gt;My train of thought is not very straight today. ok off to buy a present and to play the piano and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna quit my job soon!!!! ha ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-794239348225165766?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/794239348225165766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=794239348225165766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/794239348225165766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/794239348225165766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2008/10/workout-log.html' title='workout log'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-3955268244350121362</id><published>2008-10-07T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:11:36.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well something for the rest</title><content type='html'>quick post on the day before i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Got my working tee shirt! It's orange.haha.VERY BRIGHT ORANGE. I can walk in the middle of the shirt at night and not get hit by a car at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workout today&lt;br /&gt;Squat&lt;br /&gt;7 x 2 x 70kg&lt;br /&gt;min and half rest each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull jerk&lt;br /&gt;3 x 3 x 40.8kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadlift&lt;br /&gt;3 x 3 x 80kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pullups&lt;br /&gt;12,13,6,8,12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't embed youtube videos!!!!sucks&lt;br /&gt;and my mom's laptop is infected with a virus!!!!! they nearly suspended my blogspot haahha.oh no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-3955268244350121362?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/3955268244350121362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=3955268244350121362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/3955268244350121362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/3955268244350121362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-something-for-rest.html' title='well something for the rest'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449933203854832970.post-1747713377873875394</id><published>2008-10-05T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T06:41:17.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first post</title><content type='html'>the hardest part of doing anything is getting it off the ground,writting the first words. i wanna write something that will mean something,something that will make an impact,something that will make you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've finally finished my polytechnic. 3 and a half years. Much of it i don't remember or care to remember. i remember the embrassing moments the most clearly. now i need to be the student that i've always wanted to be during my schooling life. It's true what they say, you don't really know what you have until you've lost it. i've screwed away my polytechnic life big time. From doing things half heartedly to plain indifference, it lead from secondary school to polytechnic, polytechnic year 1,2,2 and a half, 3 to graduation. I've alienated most of my classmates from me. And what for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't answer that.But i can answer what i'm going to be. I'm going to be the person that i want to be.i'm going to be myself and i'm going to be me. i'm going to be the person i knew all this time that i could be. watch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449933203854832970-1747713377873875394?l=thelinesthelies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/feeds/1747713377873875394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=449933203854832970&amp;postID=1747713377873875394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/1747713377873875394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449933203854832970/posts/default/1747713377873875394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelinesthelies.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-post.html' title='first post'/><author><name>terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300932498808038815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AnoyCXGd_0/SOjErg7MIRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_dJy0lVQ6g/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
