<?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-16859056</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:30:58.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tralalala</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-116714250284264229</id><published>2006-12-26T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T06:15:02.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bleeding pimple n the FROGSsssss</title><content type='html'>Ok hi again. This is Tan Li Rui and its Tan Li Rui's post you are reading. Ain't that cool? Due to spamming on my tagboard to update, I have finally... update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lao as I am writing this post, my pimple is bleeding and it sucks because its pain. And when its pain, you feel pain, and then you would not feel happy because its pain. Hence come the conclusion that it sucks. Talking about sucks, my mom went on a frenzy yesterday. Maybe its because of the festive season that she went a bit sot. She came out of centrepoint and started shouting, literally shout "hahaha sucks la! hehehe sucks man!" As she said that, she even waved her hand about, as though scolding someone. Mans, I am so proud of her! Salute!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. The frogs. I hope you have read about the attack of the bees. NOW, its the frogs. I don't want to know whats next. (thinks: attack of the cow shit rain     eeks... freaks out.) And so... outside my room window is the house small backyard and behind the very backyard is a drain. So what season is it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginary geog student: MONSOON SEASON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Rui: Very good answer! Thats correct. The monsoon season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the frogs start coming out and gua gua jiao(croak)! AHHHHHHHHHHH the whole night it just keep croaking and croaking. So I went to investigate. I went to the small backyard and see whats wrong. WAH PIANG, the noise is like WOW! so loud lor. So I took a stone and threw the fence, hoping to scare the frogs and give me some peace. To no avail, I failed. They stopped a while and continued. THEN! I saw a 2 eyes flickering. AH its a frog standing at the edge of my small fish tank. So I took another stone and threw at it. In fright, it jumped down and I can't find it. -.- It was quiet for a while. then? croak croak croak croack. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up. I surrender to the frogs. Lucky this 2 nights has been quiet nights. Phew. One day, frogs shall perish under the hands of TAN LI RUI. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH mojojojo and I shall rule the earth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-116714250284264229?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/116714250284264229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=116714250284264229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/116714250284264229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/116714250284264229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2006/12/bleeding-pimple-n-frogssssss.html' title='The bleeding pimple n the FROGSsssss'/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-116352100907816155</id><published>2006-11-14T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T08:16:49.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kamikazi bee attack!!!</title><content type='html'>Due to non-stop demands for an update, I have decided to update. Clap please... haha lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking home one special day when all of a sudden, I stopped in my tracks in front of my gate to my house. Is it a thief? I bet thats what going in your mind, you reader... Nope, I bent down and to my horror, I SAW DEAD BEES!!! SHOCKED!!! I looked around ( bet your heart is pumping due to horror n shock!! actual fact just lameness.. LOL) and there was more! MORE BEES!!! ALL DEAD! Whats was wrong with them? I rushed intp my house at a speed of normal walking and asked my dad what happened. He said," erm, they suicide lor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON MAN... thats a bit lame. So I took a broom and swept the dead bees + ants which wanted to 'eat' the bees out of my house's driveway. HAHA off they go to the drain! muahahaha evil laughs. The whole stretch of my neighbourhood was filled with dead bees. There is at least 300 of them. ALL DEAD. I wonder what was going in their mind? Mad bee commit suicide syndrome. Well, hope the fish n chicken don't do this, if not there would not be anymore KFC or Long John Silver liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doh... holidays stinks thanks to certain activities. HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-116352100907816155?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/116352100907816155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=116352100907816155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/116352100907816155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/116352100907816155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2006/11/kamikazi-bee-attack.html' title='The Kamikazi bee attack!!!'/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-116049247618201606</id><published>2006-10-10T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T08:01:16.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAH SEH!!!! Li Rui can ice-skate. I can leh. The first time I enter the ring, there was this feeling in me : I can ice-skate. So, i put on the tight n erm.. blue n leathery shoes and enter the ring! Ok, first it was indeed slippery and scary as there was like SO MANY people there. An area of about 40m&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2( &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dang, I can't make it subscript) and with about 100+ people! What a high population density. So I did what I had to do: skate. I didn't fall lor. I managed to learn how to travel faster after seeing the pros skate countless times as they zoom pass me. Ok that was the 'getting used to skating' process.&lt;br /&gt;Next, so our class decided to play catching in the ring. So I was skating n hiding, mixing in the crowds and slacking as I prayed that no one would spot me. And someone came to me and in a fit of anxiety, I lost concentration and fell. -.-  The ice cut me lah. Wah liew. Blood ooze out of the cut and nothing happened as I continued running away. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd time I fell was when I wanted to act pro. I tried going very fast and lost balance causing myself to fall. And suay suay, I fell on the BIGGEST puddle of melting ice( water ) and fell face flat. SO... I was wet, very wet. When you are wet in an ice-skating ring, obviously you will be COLD!!!! I was freeeeeeezzzzzzzzzzzingggggggggg.... SO... again, I continued skating until I realised that my leg was pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LINK= leg pain -&gt; slack -&gt; people see -&gt; they slack -&gt; so everyone realised leg pain and it was late too -&gt; stop -&gt; go home... ahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-116049247618201606?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/116049247618201606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=116049247618201606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/116049247618201606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/116049247618201606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2006/10/wah-seh-li-rui-can-ice-skate.html' title=''/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-115660821127383152</id><published>2006-08-26T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T09:03:31.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to my beloved grandma.</title><content type='html'>Its been 8 years already since my grandma was taken away from me. Ever since young, my grandma would take care of me until she fell and couldn't walk. Then, her health deteriorated. I could still remember when I would relunctantly give her my waffled sausage. lol. How I wish I could give her all now. I would buy a carton full of that and feed her. My grandma was my protection from my parents, from my maid. She used to be my pillar that soon collasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that cursed fall, her condition got worse. She was admitted to the hospital time and time again. I could still remember going to the hospital to visit her and massage her weak and soft hand.&lt;br /&gt;My grandma spent 7 years in my life. Just a mere 7 years. Although she did not make a great impact in my life, I will not be able to forget her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day she passed away was the day when my school had half-day. I woke up in the morning and my father told me she had passed away already. Wow? Luckily she did that peacefully. My mother even told me that it was because of me that she held on. She could not rest in peace until she got my mom's promise to take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1998, my Grandma was gone, forever....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-115660821127383152?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/115660821127383152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=115660821127383152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/115660821127383152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/115660821127383152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2006/08/tribute-to-my-beloved-grandma.html' title='A Tribute to my beloved grandma.'/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-115591690120509106</id><published>2006-08-18T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T09:01:41.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me tell you something more about me. I am a person who does things with no regrets, a person who will not REALLY know what I have done wrong or whatever I did. So don't tell me to find out what is wrong with me or what did I do, which has affected you in some way or another. Plus the fact that my history and SS have a record of doing badly, don't even think of making me infer. I will just do the opposite. So, if you are a person that is expecting me to go apologise to you first, then let me tell you is that I will only if I have justified my mistake. If not, just stop dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you are so secretive and likes people to go find out why, sorry I won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-115591690120509106?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/115591690120509106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=115591690120509106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/115591690120509106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/115591690120509106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2006/08/let-me-tell-you-something-more-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-115511339804017425</id><published>2006-08-09T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T01:49:58.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Congratulations to me for failing physics. For that, I have been reaped off the title of helping people with physics. Sorry, but I am in no position to help anyone with physics, skali you also fail like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that, I got scolded by my mother. Unfortunately, I could not take it and should I say, argue with my mother. Sorry, but I don't really enjoy being in my family. I have too much anger and hatred for any member of my family. Writing this post just piss me off.... I can't continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't try saying anything about this post.......Please and thanks. I appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-115511339804017425?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/115511339804017425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=115511339804017425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/115511339804017425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/115511339804017425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2006/08/congratulations-to-me-for-failing.html' title=''/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-115425675783664304</id><published>2006-07-30T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T03:52:37.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate being at home other than the sleeping part. I think I love being in school now. But everyday is so busy and tiring. Doh. Monday got english supplementary. BORING!!!! Tuesday: back to CCA. BORING!!!! Wednesday: CIP at rotary family house? Sian. Thursday: CCA!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH! I want to murder the sec1s, they made me hate my cca. Friday: free( supposed to be playing soccer but other people got cca, play what sai? Doh. Life is not beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-115425675783664304?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/115425675783664304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=115425675783664304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/115425675783664304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/115425675783664304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-hate-being-at-home-other-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-115358462356210930</id><published>2006-07-22T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T09:10:23.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brother is gone again. It will be another 5-6 months before he will come back. The wait is going to kill me. Doh.......... God, save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-115358462356210930?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/115358462356210930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=115358462356210930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/115358462356210930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/115358462356210930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-brother-is-gone-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-115303652980816248</id><published>2006-07-16T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T00:55:29.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(untitled)</title><content type='html'>My track and field season is over for now. My 800m was hopeless. I still remember during the 4X400m relay heats, there was a school(can't remember what was the name) that was really slow. They got LAPPED by 3 schools.This means that when the 3 schools had finished running, the particular school still had 1 more runner to go. Shocking but true. So, when all the schools had finished running, there was just 1 more runner on the track with almost a few hundred eyes looking at you. So, with about 250m more to go, the runner was struggling to combat with all the lactic acid overwhelming his muscles. Soon, everyone started clapping for him. When I say everyone, I mean EVERY SINGLE PERSON on the grand stand. I was one of them lah. I was sure the person was very happy. Although people may say that its no point to go out there to run last to just to enjoy the moment the clapping. I mean if you are there to do that, might as well just don't go. I agree with this lah, but at least this shows the sportsmanship of athletes. It sure sent an adrenaline rush through my body. It was heart warming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, life sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-115303652980816248?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/115303652980816248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=115303652980816248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/115303652980816248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/115303652980816248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2006/07/untitled.html' title='(untitled)'/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-115113143033981609</id><published>2006-06-23T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T23:43:50.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hurray, I managed to make my tagboard seen!!!!!! Man, I feel pro. wahhahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya sian, the Nationals track and field meet is just 2 weeks from now. Although I really gave in all I had for training, the bloody man still refuses to 认我。Well, its his problem that he does not want to do that. Some reasons which I think may be the answer is that either he is too shocked by my proness or he just don't know my name and so refuses to talk to me. He does not like reading my timing so be it. To hell with him. I don't care about him anymore. I had already run until all the lactic acid filled my arm, making it to become motionless[ I could not lift my arm at that point in time].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The track in SAJC stinks, its so hard like stone that I think running on it will make the leg pain. Its no difference with the rock surface of the track of commonwealth. And th&lt;br /&gt;eres are bums on the lanes. How nice is that? hahaha its good though, make people fall down while they are running. ahahahaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-115113143033981609?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/115113143033981609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=115113143033981609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/115113143033981609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/115113143033981609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2006/06/hurray-i-managed-to-make-my-tagboard.html' title=''/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-114891916493086387</id><published>2006-05-29T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T09:12:44.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haiz</title><content type='html'>Sometimes people always say that they feel bad after they did something bad to you. Did they even think about why would they feel that way and what did they have done to make them feel that way? Whats the point of just saying "eh, I feel damn bad lah. Sorry lah, don't feel pissed lah hor?" when the next day they do something else. They don't ever learn from their mistakes and its is as good as nothing even when they feel bad or regret what they had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We people should reflect more on life and what had we actually accomplished. Feeling bad is nothing if no action is being taken. You can always say that you are feeling bad for doing this, then the next few weeks you continue again. Must the victim keep making you feel bad before you will change, for a few days? If its this way, then just quit what you are doing and let the poor soul be free from the torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feeling sian all day, ask me out if you are free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-114891916493086387?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/114891916493086387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=114891916493086387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114891916493086387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114891916493086387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2006/05/haiz.html' title='haiz'/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-114805171639489789</id><published>2006-05-19T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T08:15:16.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love people's laughter! I love how people smile and laugh until they cry or even when there is no sound coming out as though they had already lost their voice. How I wish all my farting gas can become laughing gas, how great would that be? In this way, everyone near me will all start laughing and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this is not what I am seeing on your face? Why always be so angry and unhappy. Life is precious, we should not waste it. Enjoy life to a certain extent! Work hard and enjoy life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you could be happier and more joyful. Sometimes I feel people talking to me get bored easily. Better change for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-114805171639489789?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/114805171639489789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=114805171639489789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114805171639489789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114805171639489789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-peoples-laughter-i-love-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-114769781211384932</id><published>2006-05-15T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T05:56:52.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INSOMNIA</title><content type='html'>As stated in the title, I actually had insomnia on May 14- May 15 night. Laugh out loud? I slept at 11.20pm and fell asleep only at 1.30am. How was that possible? It was 2 hours!!!!!! ahhhhhhhhhhh What I can say is that IT SUCKS TOTALLY!!! Somemore I was being bugged by something that I was thinking making it even difficult to sleep. Sometimes, it feels like being in a jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAIL.A light bulb hangs on top of the ceiling of the small space which is being on for 24 hours the whole day. It will never be off so the police on guard can see the prisoner. DUH? I think I like to be a prisoner too. Because I would like to experience if what I feels is like the prisoner who is stuck in the small room( in my case- my bed) and see if it is the same. I hate this feeling because I really want to sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is wrong with me. I am getting sianer as the day passes. I think I will burst into shit 1 day and melt on the hot and hard ground! KOR KOR, COME BACK QUICKLY!!! I HAVE TOO MUCH THINGS TO TELL YOU! Man, I sure do miss my brother! Its just 1 more month before his arrival in CHANGI AIRPORT! I just can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the insomnia folks out there: I have experience my worst insomnia in my life ( plus minus 2 hours 11 min ) What an experience! All I can say is never think too much when you are in bed. Don't even think about reflecting during your sleeping time. Its a bad time to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-114769781211384932?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/114769781211384932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=114769781211384932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114769781211384932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114769781211384932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2006/05/insomnia.html' title='INSOMNIA'/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-114699891849277706</id><published>2006-05-07T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T03:48:38.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAO1 TIAN2</title><content type='html'>some fruit sellers like to write words like BAO TIAN or SURE SWEET on the papers that are advertising the fruits they are selling. I mean like whats the point?&lt;br /&gt;Obviously you would not put like ALL THE FRUITS I SELL SUCKS. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is meaningless for buyers to ask things like HAO CHI MA( for food)? or is this good quality? ( everything) This makes me very irritated because it is totally a waste of time asking all of this rubbish. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruit sellers are just lame bunch of people if they put this kind of things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-114699891849277706?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/114699891849277706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=114699891849277706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114699891849277706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114699891849277706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2006/05/bao1-tian2.html' title='BAO1 TIAN2'/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-114628820800054641</id><published>2006-04-28T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T22:23:28.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me: act pro</title><content type='html'>Sometimes people just can't help but act as though they know everything, but in the end all turn out to be just an act. Sometimes they try to help with a good intention of trying to help, but it also turns out to backfire at them, either getting suaned or blamed. (not pin-pointing to anyone but me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my bad habit. I know I do get "acting pro" and it really does piss people off. After having "awoken", I have decided to change! *applause* hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I have nothing much to say. I apologise to those whom my act proness had made them pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-114628820800054641?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/114628820800054641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=114628820800054641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114628820800054641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114628820800054641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2006/04/me-act-pro.html' title='Me: act pro'/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-114390534813742957</id><published>2006-04-01T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T07:29:08.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>which death?</title><content type='html'>Lets all have a vote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which death is the worse way of dying. ( not being sadistic here, was just thinking on my way home on the bus.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drowning&lt;br /&gt;2. Burning alive&lt;br /&gt;3. Stabbed with a knife in the heart&lt;br /&gt;4. Shot in the head&lt;br /&gt;5. Jumping from 50 storey building&lt;br /&gt;6. Being trampled by 1 million people&lt;br /&gt;7. Suffering from frostbite in the whole body&lt;br /&gt;8. Getting bang by the MRT train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post your vote in the tagboard. HURRY! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-114390534813742957?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/114390534813742957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=114390534813742957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114390534813742957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114390534813742957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2006/04/which-death.html' title='which death?'/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-114260975821319436</id><published>2006-03-17T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T07:35:58.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RACE 2</title><content type='html'>Why are there so many races now? This few days are like WHOA...races after races... this will all end after 12 april 2006, The National Schools Cross-Country 2006. Haiz, don't it just sound so grand? But will we ever get a prize? The answer is a simple no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was not bad though. Started very sudden. It all happened very quicky. We went to report at the starting line. And the man just talked a bit of rubbish and BOOM. Off we went. Our race plan for today was simple. Stick together. So I sticked together with Hendy like glue. We never separated.( Don't think we are gays.) Even if someone was in front of us, we splitted to both sides and cross the person and rejoin back. It was funny but true. So together, with a slow and steady start, we managed to overtake people, who dashed at the start and are unable to keep the pace. Slowly, Wee Kiat came along and my primary schoolmate, Gary. I told myself," this is impossible. He cannot be in front of me!" So I left Hendy unknowingly in an attempt to catch with Gary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I managed to catch up. Maintaining that way, I continued running without Hendy beside me. Guessed he had stitch. Can't do anything about it. So eyeing the person in front, I quickened my pace again. Breathing heavily, the dry and hot air entered my throat evaporating every water droplet present. I gathered my saliva and swallowed it, hoping that it could dampened my throat. The interaction of both the dry surface n liquid amalyase created a excrutiating pain. Feeling much better, I continued chasing. It was not easy, but I managed to become neck to neck. Fatique sets in and again I felt weak. Slowing down by a bit, immediately 2 people overtook me. *jawdropped* What choice did I have? I was too tired to do anything. Noticing that I was reaching the destination, I started opening up my stride, increasing the frequency with every step I took. In just seconds, it was just the last stretch and me. Stepping into the cheering atmosphere, everyone starts running faster. Obviously I will not be an exception. So I started running faster. Gradually, it got faster and faster. Soon, it broke into a CHIONG. All the way to the end. *puking action* but nothing came out. The acidic feeling filled my mouth. Ahhh although that feeling was shitty but it sure felt familiar--the end of the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timing- 17.43 for 4.8km( personal best)&lt;br /&gt;Timing for school x-country- 18.22 for 4.8km&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a bad improvement I see? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to emily: maybe could have caught up with u with this timing? haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-114260975821319436?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/114260975821319436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=114260975821319436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114260975821319436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114260975821319436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2006/03/race-2.html' title='RACE 2'/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-114243093624567921</id><published>2006-03-15T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T05:55:36.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow. This is a simple word found in the dictionary with a simple meaning which is THE NEXT DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, never get tricked by this word. It may sound good. Everything leave to tomorrow to do. As it is said by all parents,"Tomorrow never comes. You say tomorrow, tomorrow you say tomorrow again." Thus, that tomorrow of yours never comes. 35 years later, you will find yourself still saying "tomorrow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say tomorrow... do you even know what would happen the next day? How do you know that you will have the time to do the things that was supposed to be done but was delayed by you to tomorrow? No one can tell...(well, maybe except GOD?) but you won't know, your friends won't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should never leave things that are supposed to be done today tomorrow. Example: you did not complete your homework. So you told yourself that you will do it tomorrow morning when you reach school. Would you know that your bus will come on time? What happens if your teacher walks in and ask you to go help her. Time will be wasted and in the end you failed to complete your work. Hence, more work will be given and the work will pile up. Will it ever end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some of you are thinking that why am I thinking about something so lame? But its something unavoidable. Right? Think about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-114243093624567921?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/114243093624567921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=114243093624567921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114243093624567921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114243093624567921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2006/03/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow...'/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-114199421379948011</id><published>2006-03-10T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T05:47:40.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Race</title><content type='html'>on 8th march, it was our school cross-country race. Being in the track and field team, I was quite confident of getting the top 15 but I was still a bit nervous at the starting line. I did not know why of course. With Mr Paul Lim standing in front of me, I was even afraid that I may knock into him or maybe even trip him. Looking around, I saw many of my friends and run mates and a person who was extremely tall. WAHH!!! my heart started beating even faster... Then all of a sudden, the horn went BOOHHH....and everyone started raising their legs to move... I started sprinting off as well. I think I lagged a bit which delayed me, resulting in many people being in front of me already.&lt;br /&gt;Siaming everyone in front of me, I ran to the grass as Mr Chew told me that it was better to run on the grass. Cutting many people, I got myself to the front, leading the whole crowd. That feeling was both GREAT but STRESSFUL. Who knows when you will get overtaken right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 2---the jungle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the leader all I could do was to run and look ahead. UNFORTUNATELY, I was overtaken by ZHI RONG, my minotaur teammate. After a while, Hendy overtook me as well and I was sad, a bit demoralised but I kept going as I knew I was able to catch up with them. Oh ya!!! Together with the two people was the guest runner... As we approached the BOYS-GIRLS split road, the gap between me and the group started to grow bigger. HOWEVER, I continued running, opening up my strides, taking bigger steps to close up the gap. As I got nearer to ZHI RONG, I started to run faster in order to overtake him. 1 down 2 more to go... THEN... I saw light! It was the opening of the jungle, which leads to the expressway, the tar road, the heat and hardness of the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 3---the insolation of the SUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I struggled my way through all the small rocks and pebbles, I arrived on the hard land. I slowed down as I was already exhausted. AT THAT POINT, Min Zhang overtook me and zoomed pass me! I was like 'WAH, sian 1 down 1 increase...' so I continued running with the motivation from a marshal to catch up the guest runner. Passing the 1st bus stop, I got nearer to the guest runner. Out from no where, was the FEARFUL PRC!!! He was as good as walking as he 'walk' passed me... at the point, it was the battle of the fitest between the 3 of us... the guest runner, the PRC and the person who got 3rd...haha. With his HUGE strides, the PRC overtook both of us in just a matter of STEPS. I tried pacing him and we both overtook the guest runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the space between the PRC and me started opening up. I was tired, fatique overwhelmed me as I struggled to continue running. I was slowly fading off... Focusing, I tried to concentrate and started running even faster... At the 3rd and last bus stop, I saw Mdm Lalitha who was cheering for me!!! With that morale booster, I gathered my last bit of strength and started opening up my steps... I saw Min Zhang getting closer to me and tried to chase him. I got closer to him everytime I put my feet on the ground. Down the slope and up again... At the steep and long up slope, I managed to catch up with Min Zhang and I showed the 'GOOD' sign with my hands and continued on. Finishing the up slope, I was left with just the downslope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 4----the LAST stretch _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF A SUDDEN, it started to get noisy, with all the cheering and everything...it sure did gave me the energy to finish up the last stretch with all the might I had. At that point, I DASH DOWN THE SLOPE, running as fast as I could. Everything around me all remained blur as I could not concentrate on so many things at that moment. All I heard was noise. With my spectacles bouncing up and down, I finished the race!!!! Despite the nauseous feeling within me, I felt a sense of achievement!! 3rd was what I got...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-114199421379948011?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/114199421379948011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=114199421379948011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114199421379948011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114199421379948011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2006/03/race.html' title='The Race'/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-114154107296876604</id><published>2006-03-04T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T22:44:33.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day</title><content type='html'>All the results are out except english, which is erm...as usual. Well apart from HCL which is 1st from the back, the rest is pretty good. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Sunday is a boring day. Can anyone give suggestions other than doing homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAVE... does this name sounds weird? Or does it even rings a bell for you? You must be thinking why am I asking you about this lame word, which does not even mean anything. Thats my point.&lt;br /&gt;I am just thinking if it suits me. Like dorothy got dorothy as her name. Emily got emily as her name. Abel got abel la. Rave? erm...Sounds very funny, don't you think? Well I am in this state of delimma, thinking whether this name suits me. What if my boss is an ang moh? LEE-Ru-whee?&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH...I SAID LAUGH!!! Well... just don't go around the school calling 'Rave!!!' its an geisha act.&lt;br /&gt;especially going out to KAREN!! if she even read blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-114154107296876604?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/114154107296876604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=114154107296876604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114154107296876604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114154107296876604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day'/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-114095359150015493</id><published>2006-02-26T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T03:33:12.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a boring day...</title><content type='html'>Its another day with nothing to do. except i went swimming with kah lok and min zhang today la. that was quite fun...we made fun of kah lok..O.O lol. After that was empty. Nothing could be done. No mood for homework at all, so I was left with watching the television which was obviously lame. So I went to sleep. haha love that. ahhh I don't feel like saying the rest. Its too lame to be writing these on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Well, the holidays are arriving and I wish everyone Happy holidays.... Days without examinations are boring though less stressful... Its too true to avoid this fact. So ENJOY...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-114095359150015493?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/114095359150015493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=114095359150015493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114095359150015493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114095359150015493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2006/02/boring-day.html' title='a boring day...'/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-114076868930065741</id><published>2006-02-23T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T00:11:29.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the failure of Tan Li Rui</title><content type='html'>hi all. the examinations had finally all finished. hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really feel like I am lost in a jungle with no where to go. Stuck in a place with no place to go and no one to talk to. Sometimes I see an animal but I am unable to communicate with it. What can I do? Even if a human appears out of no where, the human looks at me as though he just saw something he sees often nothing special to him, and walks away... I failed both my compo and chinese paper... its chinese... CHINESE LEH!!! HOW CAN THAT HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I ever get out of this jungle that I find myself in? Seems like I am surrounded by trees with no gap. All I can see is a slit of light on top of me, the light that passes the thick canopy of the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone would read more newspaper both chinese and english to improve their langauges, never end up like me... This is a lesson, a BIG one, that I will never forget...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-114076868930065741?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/114076868930065741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=114076868930065741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114076868930065741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114076868930065741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2006/02/failure-of-tan-li-rui.html' title='the failure of Tan Li Rui'/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-114018949120264760</id><published>2006-02-17T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T07:18:11.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>17-2-06</title><content type='html'>Hi people. Looks like I have got bored of my game again and back to blogging( well, at least for the moment ) HAHA now its the common test and there is nothing fun about it. Sian tomorrow got a small competition and it is not going to be easy. Being suffocated, the stuffy atmosphere can almost make you don't wan to live for a moment. Sometimes having a minor injury during the race is good motivation, makes your blood boil causing an increase in energy, resulting in 1st position. Nah....just joking but it really does makes you run faster. Good luck to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run for your life....or maybe until your legs spoils like mine...&lt;br /&gt;I can do rocket pull ups!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-114018949120264760?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/114018949120264760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=114018949120264760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114018949120264760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/114018949120264760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2006/02/17-2-06.html' title='17-2-06'/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-113042145485073949</id><published>2005-10-27T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T07:01:02.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Split Road</title><content type='html'>The memory of the 2nd day of my Rv life still remains vividly in my mind. Everybody, I am sure you still remember the LITTLE BOY in the Nan Hua uniform. I bet you all are like thinking: WTF?? What is this clown doin here? He is not even one of us. However, little did you think that this clown was really a clown, a lame one. I still remembered how I made friends. "Wah, you very shuai leh....whats your name?" It was a very difficult task remembering everyone's names.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I was wearing the Rv uniform for the first time and I entered the 1J classroom. Everyone got into their seats except me as I did not know where was I suppose to sit. Ah-ha! I spotted an empty seat but the people around there said it was a girl seating there. WAH!!!! The girl came walking towards me( with a big bushy hair). I was stunned. i quickly searched for another seat. I still remembered that Zhi Xin was seating next to Ming Hao. I quickly requested for a change of seat. Little did anyone knew that Zhi Xin and Aubrey would become so good friends that they are still seating next to each other, until the day where it was time to be splited up.&lt;br /&gt;There it was....the year 2004 started with a very different surrounding and place with many different but new friend. I looked around my class and I noticed EMILY. She looked very familiar but I just could not remember where did I see her before, until the day she told me about the tuition I used to go when I was in Primary 6. Next I saw ALAN. I knew he was also from the same Primary School, so I quickly get to know him. Being a very friendly and outspoken person, making friends was not a very difficult task for me. In just a few day, I could remember almost half of my classmates' names and the teachers. At that time, my results were not very good, just above average but never the best. Soon, I was asked to join the MO XIE DUI where a big group of people had to MO XIE a paragraph of the chinese text book every morning. I still remember the whole group copying together. We never really study and BEi properly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;In just a blink of an eye, it was the end of 2004 and the whole class went up together, as a CLASS, welcoming the year of 2005. We were known as the 2 JAWDROPPERs, always perservering together throughout happy and sad times, where we would get scolded by our techers or when we get praised. At that time, I am sure that I was so LAME that almost everything that EVER comes out of my mouth is L A M E. But that was the only skill I had that I can use, unlike other people who were multi-talented like ZHI HUI( the laggy computer). But this was what bonded the class and me.&lt;br /&gt;First, it was the CHINESE NEW YEAR CELEBRATIONS, where the whole class danced and sang to the music played during the celebrations. We all had a lot of fun doing all the funny things together. Next, we had the SENTOSA trip No. 1. At that time, the whole class was very friendly to each other, no one ever hostile to anyone. The boys took off their shirt and rushed into the deep clear sea. Everyone played beach ball almost for half the day and we all got SUN BURNT together, as a class. We went cycling together, as a class. At that time, the boys and the girls were still not so close to each other, so we had serperate lunch areas. But as a whole, it was still quite alright.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had a CLASS PARTY, during the teachers' day. We had food, music and lots of fun. Although we made a GREAT mistake by making the video shown more about US and not the teachers. (getting boring here)&lt;br /&gt;Soon it was SENTOSA trip no. 2. Most people went. And again, without fail, everybody got a BAD SUNBURN except for some smart people lah.( not saying that those with sunburn are dumb lah...lax lah) We played beach soccer and beach ball again. Later we ALL( last time was not ALL---shows improvement in the bonding of the class) had lunch together, as a class, at Delifrance. Then a quite number of people went cycling. Not all went as they prefered being sunburning. I bet it was a very accomplished experience for EMILY, who finally learnt to cycle by HERSELF *round of applause*, under the WONDERFUL guidance by the one and only--ME.&lt;br /&gt;=) Then, we were all playing freesbe in the sea. Everyone had a great time till the clock sounded 5pm. We all packed up and headed for the Harbourfront Centre to have our dinner. The day ended with the departure of everyone towards their respective homes.&lt;br /&gt;And finally, it came the fateful day of TODAY, the day which I would never forget. The day where all our happy smiles and laughter became cries of pain and sorrow, signifying a happy memory. Its OKAY to cry, this shows the very strong bond of our class, the 2 JAWDROPPERs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;With the end of the year 2005 approaching nearer and nearer with the ticking of the clock, I have just a simple speech to make:&lt;br /&gt;A class is not made out of just people, it is the bond of the people in the class that make a class. So I hope all conflicts may be resolved by the end of tomorrow, the 28th of October, a very special day to remember.&lt;br /&gt;People will always cherish the things when they are goin to end or leave. As what Jeromy said:" There is no room for regret, we should never regret what we have done and change them into lessons to learn." ( around there lah cant remember whatever he said)&lt;br /&gt;People of the wonderful class of 2JAWDROPPERs '05, I have spent 730 days with all of you 38 marvellous people. We had gone throught thick and thin regardless of rain or shine. I have a simple request for all of you....Cherish the happy memories of these 730 days together as a class by writing it down on a diary or in a BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I wish all of you of the class of 2J '05 all the best with the upcoming years. Please do not be too sad as more friends will be waiting for you to ask ' what's your name? lets be friends!', so live your life happily and with no regrets. Time can never be reserved. Last of all, I hope that all of you may remember me as the stupid clown and lamer. I hope that in this 2 years, I have carved a happy memory in you, which coloured your life with many wonderful colours that had enlightened your every day in Rv 1J and 2J. Thank you all of you for your support and encouragement for the 2 years. I am very grateful to every one of you. THANK YOU!!!!! I will never forget this pleasant memory. It will always remain in my heart and not just a mere memory.....PEOPLE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU GUYS ROCK MY WORLD!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-113042145485073949?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/113042145485073949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=113042145485073949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/113042145485073949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/113042145485073949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2005/10/split-road.html' title='The Split Road'/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-112877587482137193</id><published>2005-10-08T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T05:51:14.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DA JIA HAO</title><content type='html'>DA JIA HAO.....the exminations is finally coming to an end so we should all go out and PARTY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha....YAY&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to the days activities....I went to my friend BEST FRIEND HOUSE.....should I say his name?........WELL its QIFA......ROCKS!!!!!!!!!  BATTLE FRONT CRAZY TAXI DYNASTY WARRIORS OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS------we watch FINAL FANTASY 7: Advent Children.....wah piang the graphies like shit lah so good......mah de too nice liao......I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha and at night i WROTE THIS LAME POST....&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;another GREAT POST by LI RUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-112877587482137193?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/112877587482137193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=112877587482137193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/112877587482137193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/112877587482137193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2005/10/da-jia-hao.html' title='DA JIA HAO'/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16859056.post-112747505518413522</id><published>2005-09-23T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T04:30:55.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day closer to the examinations...</title><content type='html'>Hey people. Haiz.... its another gone just like dust with the CID presentation by various groups.(spent $1.10 on LEMONDADE AND MAGO PUDDING!!!!)  HAHAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being alone in a house is not fun and its very boring....NOthing for me to do and i have the spend my time talking to the MIRROR!!! LoL.... obviously i did not do that but i played!!!! HURRAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG LIVE MAPLESTORY.......BanditRoti!!!!! My hair sucks in the game..... sianzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish everyone who read this posting a happy new year....LoL no lah.... good luck for your various examinations then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;another great post by TAN LI RUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16859056-112747505518413522?l=tanlirui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/feeds/112747505518413522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16859056&amp;postID=112747505518413522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/112747505518413522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16859056/posts/default/112747505518413522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanlirui.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-day-closer-to-examinations.html' title='Another day closer to the examinations...'/><author><name>Li Rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414270525674408662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
