A short welcome message here.
There are eight different 'pages' in this layout (including this).
1. This page you are seeing now.
2. The welcome page, a page you put your long welcome message, or rules.
3. Your profile. You put stuff about you in there.
4. Entries. This is where your posts will magically appear, like, BAM!
5. The tagboard section, where your visitors can leave comments and tags.
6. All your links. Link your friends! Link everybody, the links go into, well, the links section.
7. Miscellaneous. Things like, what, chocopets? Image slideshows, counters, trackers, those add-on things all go here.
8. The most important 'page'. The credits. Haha, leave them there and your ear will stay in tact. *snarl*
Think about the heroes saving life in the dark.
Hello, I am Tham Xun Hong the invisible man.
You cannot see me.
9:41 AM Saturday, October 30, 2010



7:18 AM Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Ability and passion.
These are the things we need to put more effort on.
RVWUSHU, we need to get back our right.
The passion that we used to have.
The discipline that we used to have.
The
FIGHTING SPIRIT that have been extinguished since.
PEOPLE, LETS KEEP THE FIGHTING SPIRIT BURNING!!!! 加油
Thank you Francis :)
8:18 AM Friday, October 22, 2010









人生就像在吃饭
单单吃白饭会觉得太单调
吃几道美味佳肴
加上调味料
生活才会有酸甜苦辣
吃饱了,觉得满足了
就等待下一餐的到来
P.S. DO NOT TRY AND EAT DRUMSTICK CAKE AND BITTER GOURD WITH STRAWBERRY AND GRAPE ICING, OR YOU WILL END UP LIKE THIS:
7:51 AM Sunday, October 10, 2010






8:52 AM Saturday, October 9, 2010















I'm still walking for the happiness that I seek :)
9:09 AM Tuesday, October 5, 2010












11:05 AM Friday, October 1, 2010
The Dummy [by Michael Mack]

In that forgotten part of town
Where wasted hopes and dreams abound,
A wrinkled man with life near end,
In hopes to have at least one friend
Fashioned bits of wood and things
And made a dummy run by strings.
He sat alone for hours on end,
Conversing with his only friend
And found delight within the fact
That he controlled it's every act.
He told it how he never had
A chance, since all his luck was bad
Although he'd tried so to succeed
The dummy nodded and agreed.
And how his journeys in romance
Had never given him a chance,
And wasn't it a crying shame
That he was always held to blame
When everyone knew, oh so well,
That life is but a living Hell,
Controlled by lust and power and greed?
The dummy nodded and agreed.
With patients that would rival saints,
That dummy sat through all complaints
And, with each little expert tug,
He'd droop his head or bow or shrug
And give some comfort to the man
Who held his lifelines in his hand
And helped to fill a lonely need
When he just nodded and agreed.
Senility increased with time
As did the old man's phantomime,
And feverish fingers pulled with glee
The dummy's dance of misery.
They never left each other's side
Until the day both stopped and died.
We found them lying, hand in hand,
The dummy - and his wooded friend.
