<?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-6604822</id><updated>2012-01-24T14:20:25.775+08:00</updated><category term='Teaching'/><category term='Personal'/><category term='Dance'/><title type='text'>tiong's dream</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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>260</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-606581887828065133</id><published>2012-01-24T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T14:16:46.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection , Resolution and Refinement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5tVwqRa-dT4/TvsvFnwg3wI/AAAAAAAABjQ/FeOEc-KX86Q/s1600/Survivor.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5tVwqRa-dT4/TvsvFnwg3wI/AAAAAAAABjQ/FeOEc-KX86Q/s400/Survivor.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to everyone survived yet another year! I think its time for me to really reflect, make resolutions and refine myself. (The survivor logo gave me the idea for the title and I just edited it to fit my title. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies huh. Looking back this year, I had just finished taking my A level (again!) and completed my National Service (hopefully forever) and was just a ball of uncertainly while waiting for my A level results, NIE results and relief teaching. I realized I was always constantly just waiting and I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump forward a few months, I failed my NIE interview, along with my A level and the only silver lining was that I managed to start relief teaching at JWPS and I met some of the nicest teachers who really guided and helped me whenever I stumbled (many times in fact) there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on, I was finally able to apply for NIE again and this time I was accepted. I was just so so so happy. The feeling of being accepted is just awesome. :D I went for the contract signing and will start contract teaching in January before starting school in July 2012 (hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get into NIE. Checked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Learn Dancing. Checked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pass Driving. Half-checked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, I completed 2.5 resolutions from last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that for this year, my focus would be on studies and teaching. So I will work around these two and really put my heart and soul into it, especially teaching which I currently doing at Beacon Primary School. I will be a better teacher by the end of this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This post might feel rushed because I actually wrote it in Dec but only gotten myself to finish it today. :/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-606581887828065133?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/606581887828065133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2012/01/reflection-resolution-and-refinement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/606581887828065133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/606581887828065133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2012/01/reflection-resolution-and-refinement.html' title='Reflection , Resolution and Refinement'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5tVwqRa-dT4/TvsvFnwg3wI/AAAAAAAABjQ/FeOEc-KX86Q/s72-c/Survivor.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-3421060592591794718</id><published>2011-11-05T23:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T23:56:57.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Dream a little dream of me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JcN_FzbCb9U/TrVNHB27z2I/AAAAAAAABiI/82laFOUScWk/s1600/lucid-dreaming.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JcN_FzbCb9U/TrVNHB27z2I/AAAAAAAABiI/82laFOUScWk/s400/lucid-dreaming.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love dreams a lot. I love how absurd, how complicated, how fantastical it can get, I mean anything can happen in my dreams. Like yesterday, I dreamt about the Zombie Apocalypse (might be due to 2 seasons of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Walking_Dead_(TV_series)"&gt;The Walking Dead&lt;/a&gt;, which is like a awesome show) and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I COULD FLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I don't remember much about other details but I just remember I could fly around and stare at the zombies that can't fly. I used to think flying is a lame power, like seriously. I would choose Teleportation over Flying as the mode of transport, teleport is boom, fast, flying expands your energy. So ya, teleportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, when I used to write my novel like 7 years back, I always use my dreams as inspirations and most of the story plot is from my dream which may explains the inconsistency and incoherent of it all, but hey, the Twilight series was conceived from a dream that Stephanie Meyer had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;"I woke up (on that June 2nd) from a very vivid dream. In my dream, two people were having an intense conversation in a meadow in the woods. One of these people was just your average girl. The other person was fantastically beautiful, sparkly, and a vampire. They were discussing the difficulties inherent in the facts that A) they were falling in love with each other while B) the vampire was particularly attracted to the scent of her blood, and was having a difficult time restraining himself from killing her immediately. For what is essentially a transcript of my dream, please see Chapter 13 ("Confessions") of the book." &amp;nbsp;- &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilight.html"&gt;StephanieMeyer.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But as Dumbledore once said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;em style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;How apt, Dumbledore. Vampires don't live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;MIND BLOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="dndata" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 37px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 37px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-3421060592591794718?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3421060592591794718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2011/11/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/3421060592591794718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/3421060592591794718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2011/11/dreams.html' title='Dream a little dream of me.'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JcN_FzbCb9U/TrVNHB27z2I/AAAAAAAABiI/82laFOUScWk/s72-c/lucid-dreaming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-8936935283346336201</id><published>2011-11-04T19:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T21:52:09.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Exam Woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Every single time, I wanted to blog about something, I have the whole idea in my head, my thought processing one whole chunk of essay to be blogged and yet nothing comes on when I start writing. I have this compulsive need for my post to be grand and long and nice and then it just ends up in drafts that I never finish and publish. Oh wells.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time to change all that...(again) and I digress.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2qRyNLPgmYg/TrPPo7z_GnI/AAAAAAAABhI/8nFzzddbc2s/s1600/exam2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2qRyNLPgmYg/TrPPo7z_GnI/AAAAAAAABhI/8nFzzddbc2s/s1600/exam2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was exam week a while ago and my job as a relief teacher was just to invigilate for the most part, which led to a lot of free time on my mind as I watched my kids struggled with their papers. I could not comprehend why they seemed so stressed and troubled by examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Primary school, I loved examinations and test, no joke. It was mainly due to the fact I was quite smart when I was young and examination and test was just something to prove that theory. Of course, I usually did well without much effort even until PSLE which I think my score was quite decent by the standard then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the syllabus had changed since then and papers could had been harder than when it was before. Primary school students have to learn more things in that 6 years and subjected to more stress which is kinda sad seeing that they should be enjoying their childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I started to hate examinations after primary school because I never did well. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-8936935283346336201?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8936935283346336201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2011/11/exam-woes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/8936935283346336201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/8936935283346336201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2011/11/exam-woes.html' title='Exam Woes'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2qRyNLPgmYg/TrPPo7z_GnI/AAAAAAAABhI/8nFzzddbc2s/s72-c/exam2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-8962723325386703747</id><published>2011-09-12T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T22:29:06.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I am Foundation, so what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaLLJbLn3tw/TrP2qEwo9oI/AAAAAAAABhQ/JdLfPRW7WoA/s1600/lowself-esteem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaLLJbLn3tw/TrP2qEwo9oI/AAAAAAAABhQ/JdLfPRW7WoA/s1600/lowself-esteem.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think many of you guys will still remember the EM1, EM2, EM3 streams we used to have when we were in primary school which was revamped in 2004 because of the negative connotation it gave to the EM3 students which spawned movies and a TV Series. So now, no more streaming per se, but doesn't mean it does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically EM1 and EM2 students are merged, just that the smarter students can opt to take Higher Mother Tongue, while everything remains the same. No more EM3, but there are the weaker students who take up Foundation papers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to hate branding because I think students who are in the end classes are labeled as weak and in turn they might become weaker due to the social stigma that had been put on to them. The pressure that is set on them when they are just so young, so vulnerable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a couple of foundation classes and I love them so much! They are so likable and adorable and when I praise them for being smart, I always get the same response, "&lt;i&gt;We are not smart, we are foundation&lt;/i&gt;," while getting laughter from the rest of the class. It pains me so much to hear them say that about themselves and beneath all those laughter, is there bitterness I detect? True, they are taking foundation papers, doesn't mean they cannot rise to their potential and do better at Secondary Level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, when I teach my own foundation class, I will make them have this mindset of, "I am Foundation, so what?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love my foundation kids very very much. &amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-8962723325386703747?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8962723325386703747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-foundation-so-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/8962723325386703747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/8962723325386703747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-foundation-so-what.html' title='I am Foundation, so what?'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaLLJbLn3tw/TrP2qEwo9oI/AAAAAAAABhQ/JdLfPRW7WoA/s72-c/lowself-esteem.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-8278931930939618273</id><published>2011-09-09T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T22:32:17.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Character Flaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Z-pKwNvGgg/TrP3aWirg9I/AAAAAAAABhY/IF12TmXmi9o/s1600/flawed.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Z-pKwNvGgg/TrP3aWirg9I/AAAAAAAABhY/IF12TmXmi9o/s1600/flawed.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, I know I have been neglecting this blog due to a character flaw that I have finally admitted to myself. I cannot follow through on a lot of things I start, I likes to try new things but after a while, I grow bored and start on a new project which I don't follow through yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will change, lets hope I follow through on that. One way to know is if I stop updating this blog, that means I failed miserably yet again. Boohoo. I really love writing, maybe I should put all these thoughts I have into my blog instead of just keeping it in my head. I wish there is such thing as a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magical_objects_in_Harry_Potter#Pensieve"&gt;Pensieve&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is your character flaw?&amp;nbsp;&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/6604822-8278931930939618273?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8278931930939618273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2011/09/character-flaw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/8278931930939618273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/8278931930939618273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2011/09/character-flaw.html' title='Character Flaw'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Z-pKwNvGgg/TrP3aWirg9I/AAAAAAAABhY/IF12TmXmi9o/s72-c/flawed.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-1303415188434025315</id><published>2011-04-09T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T22:34:54.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>Being a teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_zqFNI-hDJw/TrP4BnjZY7I/AAAAAAAABhg/MGfRByN_hRU/s1600/Good-Teacher-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_zqFNI-hDJw/TrP4BnjZY7I/AAAAAAAABhg/MGfRByN_hRU/s1600/Good-Teacher-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I received my teaching pay and to my surprise, no CPF is deducted! YEA! :D Its not much, because I am only doing causal relief teaching, whereby the school will only call me when some teachers are on MC. However, I will be given a form class in May when one of the teacher leave for a no pay leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited and scared at the same time, its exciting to be given a form class, to plan my own lessons and see if I am actually a good teachers, but also scared because it is a challenging class and there is one problem kid in the class, but hey, I have to learn to deal with these kind sometimes right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope NIE will finally accept me after I have obtained much relief teaching experience. Stop rejecting me, annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So you want to be a teacher?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-1303415188434025315?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1303415188434025315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2011/04/being-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1303415188434025315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1303415188434025315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2011/04/being-teacher.html' title='Being a teacher'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_zqFNI-hDJw/TrP4BnjZY7I/AAAAAAAABhg/MGfRByN_hRU/s72-c/Good-Teacher-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-6051326036716956897</id><published>2011-04-08T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T22:38:10.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>The boy who cried wolf.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_1kMHeOwiug/TrP4vMoiGXI/AAAAAAAABhw/AbGl59jGi08/s1600/bwcw2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_1kMHeOwiug/TrP4vMoiGXI/AAAAAAAABhw/AbGl59jGi08/s1600/bwcw2.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all heard of the story of the boy who cried wolf. It was told as a moral fable to discourage kids from telling lies, or else end up like the boy, eaten up by the wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think no one deserved to be eaten by the wolf, especially young children. This story came into mind when during one of the students in my class said that he was being threatened by older primary students. I told the form teacher about it, but she say he might just be lying because he lied before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did however, still launch into a investigation about this matter, but with no witness except from his statement, it was rather hard to determine if he was lying. Which led me to thinking, what if he wasn't lying, but given his past record (he is a rather naughty boy), he is first deemed to be lying rather than be believed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was you, would you believe the boy who cried wolf, or leave him to his demise? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10px; text-align: right;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-6051326036716956897?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6051326036716956897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2011/04/boy-who-cried-wolf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/6051326036716956897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/6051326036716956897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2011/04/boy-who-cried-wolf.html' title='The boy who cried wolf.'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_1kMHeOwiug/TrP4vMoiGXI/AAAAAAAABhw/AbGl59jGi08/s72-c/bwcw2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-5016923095992861860</id><published>2011-03-08T11:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T22:38:27.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>Dance Dance Revelations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qcH8NR9WEqQ/TrP4ujvC6sI/AAAAAAAABho/Q61wybqaAgY/s1600/Dance-Abstract.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qcH8NR9WEqQ/TrP4ujvC6sI/AAAAAAAABho/Q61wybqaAgY/s1600/Dance-Abstract.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like dancing! It is just so fun! Its weird to love something that I am really bad in, but still madly in love with it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in council, I secretly wanted to be one of the dancers on the stage for mass dance, but you know who in the right mind would put me on the stage right? I still remembered during a OGL Camp, we had an impromptu mass dance session and the mass dance ic was asking for volunteers to go on stage to dance. I immediately rasied my hand and she ignored it and went "Anyone?" In the end, she had no choice but to put me on stage because the rest of the council didn't want to go. ;) I was annoyed that time of course, but now its just a funny memory. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my lack of low-self esteem, go google "Fat People Dancing" and you have more than a million hits! Same goes for youtube, but many follows with Fat People dancing...and falling. Oh wells, :) But you know who motivate me to  go dancing? Its you, you and you! *drumrolllllll* Its Gadis, Jessica,  Jess, Howsun, Celisse, without you guys, I wouldnt had known about Oschool at all and if Gadis didn't ask me to the Oschool recital, I wouldn't be so wow and blown away and so want to learn dance! &lt;br /&gt;Thank you. i &amp;lt;3 28th. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish I can body-wave like a howsun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-5016923095992861860?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/5016923095992861860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2011/03/dance-dance-revelations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/5016923095992861860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/5016923095992861860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2011/03/dance-dance-revelations.html' title='Dance Dance Revelations'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qcH8NR9WEqQ/TrP4ujvC6sI/AAAAAAAABho/Q61wybqaAgY/s72-c/Dance-Abstract.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-8496037221451864088</id><published>2011-03-04T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T22:43:20.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qdKSATDiKzM/TrP5-TnlltI/AAAAAAAABh8/eVRZzkxZVT4/s1600/What-The-Hell-avril-lavigne-18110627-545-628.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qdKSATDiKzM/TrP5-TnlltI/AAAAAAAABh8/eVRZzkxZVT4/s400/What-The-Hell-avril-lavigne-18110627-545-628.jpg" width="346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;How does one fail so many times? Maybe because he never ever learn his lessons in the first place.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw my results online, I couldn't believe it. I was in so much denial that I just kept refreshing the page, logging in and out to see if there was any difference. I figured since it was online, there must be a technical glitch somewhere. Then I realised, the only glitch seems to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the exact results this year and the first year I took A Levels just only mean one thing. It just means that this is my education standard. I won't do well in Maths, Chem or Bio. It is just not me. Can't believe it took me three years to know that. Why do I even bother trying to be something I am not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least my parents stopped yelling at me for not doing well again. I think they are way past disappointment to despair, or maybe they just gave up totally on me. Now my brother is the model son because he has a job and doesn't take exams three time and failed all of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough brooding. it is not going to change the results now. Time to pick up the pieces and move on...again. I already submitted my application for NIE, hopefully this time they will change their mind and accept me. Just can't wait for today to be over, at least my weekend is going to be fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lib.store.yahoo.net/lib/demotivators/failuredemotivationalposter.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lib.store.yahoo.net/lib/demotivators/failuredemotivationalposter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-8496037221451864088?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8496037221451864088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/8496037221451864088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/8496037221451864088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-hell.html' title='What the hell.'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qdKSATDiKzM/TrP5-TnlltI/AAAAAAAABh8/eVRZzkxZVT4/s72-c/What-The-Hell-avril-lavigne-18110627-545-628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-5583348399383544983</id><published>2011-03-02T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T22:43:36.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h8a_cGFp7qM/TrP59w7t_4I/AAAAAAAABh4/r74aEDvjb2k/s1600/7c505ec10a27-xl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h8a_cGFp7qM/TrP59w7t_4I/AAAAAAAABh4/r74aEDvjb2k/s400/7c505ec10a27-xl.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so need to &lt;strike&gt;reorganize&lt;/strike&gt; get a  life.&lt;br /&gt;All I have been doing everyday is watching my series and playing games, while facebooking and twittering concurrently. I seemed to keep putting my life on hold until the release of A levels results this friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And then what?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do well, good for me. I might finally get into a local university and shut my mother up once for all on all the financial woes my family is facing or how my other cousins are much more successful than I am or how my other aunts keep asking her if I will ever go into university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't do well? I honestly won't know what to do. These few &lt;strike&gt;days&lt;/strike&gt; weeks, I have been convincing the third time will be the charm and I won't have to worry about my results. Maybe I am just running from my problems until it finally happen. I mean, not that worrying about it now can change anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just going to pray that this time, I will finally do well.&lt;br /&gt;Save me from all this shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-5583348399383544983?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/5583348399383544983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2011/03/get-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/5583348399383544983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/5583348399383544983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2011/03/get-life.html' title='Get a life.'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h8a_cGFp7qM/TrP59w7t_4I/AAAAAAAABh4/r74aEDvjb2k/s72-c/7c505ec10a27-xl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-619659568933961568</id><published>2011-01-02T01:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T01:31:49.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year, new beginnings,new chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My last post was a year ago and it was almost the same title! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Last year was definitely eventful and the highlight was obviously that I ORDed just a few weeks ago, something I always wanted ever since I enlisted. However when that day comes, I felt a longing to my office and its inhabitants that I really didn't feel like leaving. After 1 and a half year in that office and seeing the different batch of people come and go and the change of management and everything else just made me miss it so much. Lucky for me, I was still able to meet them quite often due to the little cohesions here and there. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;2010 also marks the end of my A Levels FOREVER I still can't believe that I took A levels three freaking time and this time will really be the last time. If I still don't do &lt;strike&gt;well&lt;/strike&gt; better, I should really bang on my head on a wall and reflect...a lot. The good news is that I finally got my NIE interivew which I hoped I fared well, so even if my A Levels is screwed up again, at least I have a place next August.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I had made quite a few close friends that I hoped that could last a lifetime and of course, not going to neglect the friends that I already have. My biggest problem is that I am very bad at maintaining friendship and I hoped that I can do it better this year. :) Thank you my friends, you know who you are, for making my 2010 so awesome. Hope your 2011 will be a great one too!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;2011 brings a lot of new things to my life. Dance is one of them, I will be going for dance courses at Oschool starting Jan 24th, which I can hardly wait for it. It's going to be fan-freaking-tastic! I just hope I don't make a fool out of myself and embarrass myself. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And school is of course another important thing this year. Hopefully I would have a place in NIE at least so I can study and be a teacher and do some good for the world. I would like to pursue writing eventually, becoming a writer/produce is still my ambition, even if I become a teacher, I will never give it up. I will continue writing so that one day I can publish my own books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sooooo, my new year resolutions for 2011!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;-Slim Down! (It was my NYR for 2010 and since it is still not done, I am carrying forward to 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;-Get Attached. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;-Be a better friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;-Pass Driving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;-Finish Another Novel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;-Get into NIE (Diploma/Degree)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;-Learn Dancing! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;That is all! :D Good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-619659568933961568?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/619659568933961568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-beginningsnew-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/619659568933961568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/619659568933961568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-beginningsnew-chapter.html' title='New year, new beginnings,new chapter'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-8944271933479360121</id><published>2010-01-15T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:29:15.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year, A New Hope</title><content type='html'>Or so I think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally back to blogging after such a freaking long time! My last entry was actually dated 4 months back! Show how lazy I am even after my A levels, I mean busy. Life has certainly changed after As, I am now taking two tutees, one teaching Secondary school LITERATURE :) and the other primary school maths and english. The good thing that comes out of tuition is not just the money earned but the joy I get from teaching, especially Literature which I really enjoyed in my school years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes, the last sentence has made me damn old. And 2 years in army isn't helping, after so long, I still hate the fact that I, along with other Singaporeans males, have to go in University(provided I get a place this year) two years late. Sigh, all my long lost youth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its so hard to wake up and go to work. There is no motivation to work, true, I might enjoy this tiny weeny part of my work, but really, I feel that I am working for nothing. Aren't we just fighting a war that will never happen? I really feel that life is wasting in the army, sometimes its' just so depressing waking up to another nightmare that you know will just haunt you for another two years. Like a caged bird, I could only scream in terror and can never achieve freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I am quite happy, as happy as I can get in army (which thus isn't saying a lot) in my office, with such fabulous colleagues that just cracks me up and make life just easier, of course there are always irritating regulars who are just there to make trouble for all of us.  So much politics and backstabbing, sometimes I really wonder how I had survived for so long. &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;YOU &lt;/b&gt;need to understand one thing, we, NSF, do not want or like credit, we just do our job and go home and 5.30pm sharp. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;can have the credit, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. My pay doesn't increase on how much work I had done but I know &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;YOURS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;does, so just get it in your head, get all the credit and let us go home. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, back to new hopes, I hoped that this new year, I could&lt;br /&gt;- Slim down to a healthy weight (70KG!)&lt;br /&gt;- Become more physically active after 10 months of stagnant activity. &lt;br /&gt;- Earn more money (Either tuition or Mahjong)&lt;br /&gt;- Passed Driving (No stress, just that my daddy mentioned how poor we are when I mentioned I might fail, NO STRESS)&lt;br /&gt;- Get Good Grades (Not really anything I could do, just hoping for another miracle)&lt;br /&gt;- Catch up on all my series!&lt;br /&gt;- Go out, have fun, get drunk (Seriously, I need to just get seriously drunk once and just forget everything for even a few hours, anywhere to get free alcohol?)&lt;br /&gt;- Write more fictional works (Anything that triggers my brain to work is good and I do like to write a lot)&lt;br /&gt;- Stay sane (Trust me, its not as easy as it seems)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who smiles when things go wrong has thought of someone to blame it on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-8944271933479360121?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8944271933479360121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/8944271933479360121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/8944271933479360121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-hope.html' title='A New Year, A New Hope'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-7348029922674424616</id><published>2009-09-14T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:09:51.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am alive!</title><content type='html'>Sort of...&lt;br /&gt;I just hate going through motion.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday its just going to work and going back home to study.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for As to be over, but I can't bear to see it come near.&lt;br /&gt;At least I will have my long awaited study leave before the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People clear leave to go out and relax,&lt;br /&gt;I have to stay at home to study.&lt;br /&gt;Its' so high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that high school is bad,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats going to army.&lt;br /&gt;Though my life is quite good as compared to others,&lt;br /&gt;It still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Two years is still two years wasted,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dec 4th. I will be free then. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Free from all those chains that has bound me for so long. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-7348029922674424616?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7348029922674424616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/7348029922674424616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/7348029922674424616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-alive.html' title='I am alive!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-8125010641512680733</id><published>2009-08-10T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:42:41.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Week!</title><content type='html'>Seems like I have been having too much fun lately.&lt;br /&gt;Its a good way to distract from studies.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday saw me at Mediacorp for Chendi's recording at&amp;nbsp;我要唱下起! (Don't forget the Lyrics)&lt;br /&gt;With Shaorong, Benja, Mummy and Francis.&lt;br /&gt;Reached Mediacorp for some time and met up with Chendi's Mum.&lt;br /&gt;After a long wait, we finally got into the recording!&lt;br /&gt;Some guy was raraing us and he said he is actually very handsome when he put makeup.&lt;br /&gt;So I just commented, he must have not put makeup yet.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky he didn't hear me, because the other audiences were already laughing at him,&lt;br /&gt;when he mentioned the word "handsome".&lt;br /&gt;See, I am not so bad. :)&lt;br /&gt;We waited and waited and waited,&lt;br /&gt;and finally the recording started!&lt;br /&gt;The host was damn funny and Chendi's segment was the best! :)&lt;br /&gt;You so have to watch it on tv. It should be on 6th of October.&lt;br /&gt;Shan't spoil it for you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday saw me drinking at Costal Sands,&lt;br /&gt;for Razzi 21st Birthday Party!&lt;br /&gt;There was so much wine,&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Walker, which I just realised is actually wine,&lt;br /&gt;Vodka, the all time favourite,&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey, &lt;br /&gt;Corona extra,&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Beer, &lt;br /&gt;and Finally.....&lt;br /&gt;Martini! :) My favorite thus far.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause it not as strong as the rest of the alcohol,&lt;br /&gt;and I always wanted to tried &lt;strike&gt;Martini&lt;/strike&gt; Chololate Martini&lt;br /&gt;But still, there wasn't chocolate there to make it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, Still didn't drink too much,&lt;br /&gt;didn't want to test my beer tolerance level&lt;br /&gt;and end up puking somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a peaceful sleep,&lt;br /&gt;because there was a whole bunch of underage gangster and ganstress&lt;br /&gt;who smoked, singed horribly (if you think my singing was bad, you will die from hearing them sing),&lt;br /&gt;and made damn a lot of noise outside their room.&lt;br /&gt;At least we tried to control when it reaches like 11&lt;br /&gt;and we hide inside the room instead of shouting and singing in the open.&lt;br /&gt;We had half a mind to complain about them,&lt;br /&gt;because they will still making hell of a noise at 3am,&lt;br /&gt;and they were smoking when they were obviously still in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;So much for the "You are underage, I don sell."&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, even students in uniform can buy cigarettes,&lt;br /&gt;who don't want extra money?&lt;br /&gt;Plus teenagers are the bulk of their smokers,&lt;br /&gt;peer pressure, pressure from parents, they used it as a anti-depressant.&lt;br /&gt;When morals and ethics meets money, usually the latter will win.&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother trying to argue, its not a sweeping statement.&lt;br /&gt;If certain organization with power have ethics, &lt;br /&gt;won't they already ban smoking if it was so unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;NO, they don't.&lt;br /&gt;They just slap a heavy tax onto cigarettes,&lt;br /&gt;so they can continue to earn money,&lt;br /&gt;while people die.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love our "certain organization with power"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more more to come... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Think of the nicest thing he did to you?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"He never scold you for one day?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"No la, he gave me toilet paper." :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-8125010641512680733?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8125010641512680733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/08/fun-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/8125010641512680733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/8125010641512680733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/08/fun-week.html' title='Fun Week!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-2230150819067657988</id><published>2009-07-28T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:31:24.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurred again.</title><content type='html'>I thought I can't be any blur than I am now,&lt;br /&gt;Until I lost my 11B and then I spend one hour,&lt;br /&gt;Just looking for it.&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the cookhouse to look for it,&lt;br /&gt;And then someone called my name,&lt;br /&gt;This time, he was right in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;And I was like, "Wha?"&lt;br /&gt;As he gave up and turned away,&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "Oh, &lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;Royston&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I am really bad at recognizing faces.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Sheng Yong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;called out to me,&lt;br /&gt;at least I could recognize his face. &lt;br /&gt;But I was in a panicked mode,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to locate my 11B.&lt;br /&gt;So still very blur.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Then I saw &lt;b style="color: lime;"&gt;Laixing&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;It is always nice to see a familiar face,&lt;br /&gt;Makes NS less sian.&lt;br /&gt;His first reaction was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"$50!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I told him I lost my 11B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I finally found it.&lt;br /&gt;In my office.&lt;br /&gt;Right at the side of my chair.&lt;br /&gt;It slipped out when I was sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;Naughty Card that caused me so much grief.&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I am blogging about NS.&lt;br /&gt;:( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You are wearing faded jeans!" -Some Officer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sir, this is THE original colour."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-2230150819067657988?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2230150819067657988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/07/blurred-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/2230150819067657988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/2230150819067657988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/07/blurred-again.html' title='Blurred again.'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-3678293499041850168</id><published>2009-07-27T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:23:31.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurred.</title><content type='html'>Life seems to be flashing past quite fast nowadays,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because the workload is a tad bit heavier,&lt;br /&gt;And you just keep working on it to get it done and&lt;br /&gt;POOF, its going home time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I actually like this kind of life,&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, time passes very fast,&lt;br /&gt;Making the undesirable two years, ( yes, it is still undesirable), pass faster,&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, it just shows the fragility of time,&lt;br /&gt;Of how man just let time slip on unnoticeably.&lt;br /&gt;It just feels like my life is now blocks and blocks.&lt;br /&gt;Work. Lunch. Work. Home and so on,&lt;br /&gt;Where is the commas that I had taked from granted all these years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Time, come back to me? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something funny happened today while I was going home,&lt;br /&gt;A flash of green marched past me,&lt;br /&gt;And I heard my name coming from there,&lt;br /&gt;I whirled around, trying to sense the source,&lt;br /&gt;But everyone looks the same, with no hair, green uniform, green cap and a black laptop bag.&lt;br /&gt;I stared and stared and stared,&lt;br /&gt;My name was repeated and repeated and repeated,&lt;br /&gt;Until someone said, "He looked blurred."&lt;br /&gt;Then I finally noticed one familiar faces,&lt;br /&gt;But there was many people calling my name,&lt;br /&gt;Do I know so many people?&lt;br /&gt;But it just warms me up a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;At the familiarity, at the fact that I am not forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me miss school more and more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Peng Tiong &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peng Tiong &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peng Tiong &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peng Tiong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Went the marching soldiers up the hill hill hill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-3678293499041850168?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3678293499041850168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/07/blurred.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/3678293499041850168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/3678293499041850168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/07/blurred.html' title='Blurred.'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-5236395065195912434</id><published>2009-07-19T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:07:44.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the funny Prince.</title><content type='html'>Yep, you heard it right, I really think the director should just renamed the film to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was minimal action and they focused more on the relationship in the film more than their desire to kill Voldermort. For a while there, I thought I was watching a chick flick by mistake. Well, at least the film was pretty funny and the whole theater was rolling in laughter at some of the cleverly crafted scene. However, once I reminded myself that I should be watching some dark Harry Potter film, the laughter died down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be very hard to actually meet up to the readers' expectations but this time, I doubt they were even trying. I really wonder if non-readers of the book could actually understand the movie except the fact that Hermione loves Ron and Harry is with Ginny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You properly won't miss much if you gave this movie a miss, but these are the movies you know you will have to watch despite being disappointed. Let's just hope New Moon, another novel-to-movie adaptation will be much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SmLGKKrz7HI/AAAAAAAABbo/1EikncuXl5s/s1600-h/new-moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SmLGKKrz7HI/AAAAAAAABbo/1EikncuXl5s/s400/new-moon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;But I am the chosen one! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-5236395065195912434?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/5236395065195912434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-and-funny-prince.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/5236395065195912434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/5236395065195912434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-and-funny-prince.html' title='Harry Potter and the funny Prince.'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SmLGKKrz7HI/AAAAAAAABbo/1EikncuXl5s/s72-c/new-moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-4636116309889387611</id><published>2009-07-12T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:40:25.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So not Obsessed</title><content type='html'>With Obsessed because it is not a very good movie.&lt;br /&gt;Watched it with qy yesterday and while the movie wasn't bad, it will let you leave the cinema leaving with nothing, no surprises, no plot twist and very little action with just a cat-fight at the very end. Trust me, if you really want to know the story, just watch the trailer, the trailer showed almost everything anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, I went to &lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;Princess P&lt;/b&gt; house again for tuition again and we are almost finishing the syllables, much to her relief. I really owe it to her, she helped me achieved something that could had taken me months to digest, which by then, A levels will be here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ain't I lucky to be &lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;blessed &lt;/b&gt;with friends like that? :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-4636116309889387611?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4636116309889387611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-not-obsessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4636116309889387611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4636116309889387611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-not-obsessed.html' title='So not Obsessed'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><georss:featurename>Jurong Point, Jurong West, Singapore</georss:featurename><georss:point>1.339891 103.70669</georss:point><georss:box>1.339891 103.70669 1.339891 103.70669</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-2894444376832877990</id><published>2009-07-04T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:41:56.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, Work</title><content type='html'>1 week had passed and I had learned around 50% of the work I will be doing as a clerk in camp. Well, lucky for me, my upperstudy, sherman, is very nice and patient, so I will have no stress learning and asking a lot of questions so I will not make mistakes once I officially take over when he ORD in like a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is quite funny though and very forgetful. He can put his jockey cap on one table, walked to the next and then asked me where is his jockey cap. At least the office won't be so boring with people like him. Let's just hope that my remaning time in army will be filled with laughter and randomness as opposed to regimentation and disclipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I never thought my life will be filled with unfinished homework yet again, it happened in secondary school, then JC, and now. I really need to prioritize my time properly so I will not disappoint the people who had put in effort in giving me the homework and at the end of the day, I produced nothing. It is even worse when the people are your &lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;closest &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. :( So off I go to finish my homework. Tschüss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you both for your effort and sorry for my lack of. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-2894444376832877990?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2894444376832877990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/07/work-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/2894444376832877990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/2894444376832877990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/07/work-work.html' title='Work, Work'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-4900324029318582049</id><published>2009-06-30T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:36:02.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clerk Clerk.</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I am finally posted to Stagmont Camp which is quite near my house so that is a huge major relief. Though I had been hoping to be posted out of Tekong asap, I just can't feel but a bit sad when it finally came. I can't believe I will say this, but I miss Tekong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*Gasp*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;So I said it, but I do not miss the 3 hours traveling time there but I really miss the people in the office even though it was but two weeks. Ironically, I should miss Tekong and my buddies because we are supposed to "bond" through hardship and torture when we went through BMT (Basic Military Torture) but no. I guess doing push ups together really didn't make us extremly good friends and we were too tired at the end of the day to communicate much where unlike this time, where we just spent much of our time slacking in the office and hit it off quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw one of the most beautiful sunrise on the bus ride to Tekong on the last day and when I went back, there was a beautiful rainbow just shinning over the clouds. The gifts that nature keep on giving, it was wonderful and it ended my attachment to Tekong on a good note.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the fellow clerks in my unit are quite nice people and it is very easy to pass time just by talking or walking around the canteen or e-mart buying food, (&lt;i&gt;which I swear will stop because I am getting fat&lt;/i&gt;), just to pass the time until 5.30pm when everyone just seems to know minutes before and bags will be packed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time to hit the books as A levels is yet approaching. Tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Sorry, Princess P.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had a dream, you were in it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh wait.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had a nightmare, you were in it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-4900324029318582049?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4900324029318582049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/06/clerk-clerk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4900324029318582049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4900324029318582049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/06/clerk-clerk.html' title='Clerk Clerk.'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-7661757871421168686</id><published>2009-06-25T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:48:23.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, Weekend.</title><content type='html'>It's almost friday. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;The weekend is coming and so is my lifesaving tution with &lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;Pamela&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;PT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, if not for you, I most prob have to burn another certificate and waste money. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is slack as usual with the occasional paperwork which I should learn to hate but sometimes, it is good once in a while to take studies out of my mind for a while and we cleaned up the room that we are staying in today, it looks so much neater now, I am so suited to be a clerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear that, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;CMPB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, don't make me a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;storeman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, I will draw flowers on the wall, label guns as shovels, and sun the equipment when it is raining. You will learn to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;me in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will blog more over the weekend if I get to use the computer, but for now, I got to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will think of something funny to write here over the weekend. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-7661757871421168686?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7661757871421168686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/7661757871421168686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/7661757871421168686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi-weekend.html' title='Hi, Weekend.'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-4983653110385445021</id><published>2009-06-24T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:11:10.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of posts, I have been very busy serving army as a &lt;strike&gt;soldier&lt;/strike&gt; civil slave. I have to rush to Tekong every morning which makes it so I have to wake up at 4.30 am every single day. I think I will die really really very soon if CMPB do not post me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the good side, life there is pretty good and the people there are really nice except a selective few, well, life can't be that perfect and the best part, I can book in Civilian attire, that means no fumbling with boots or the uniform when the sun doesn't even shine yet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I make it a point to bring colours to Tekong since there are like only 4 colours there, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(uniform), &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Brown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;(Admin), &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999; color: white;"&gt;White &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. (Infantry shirt), so I have to dig my closet for the bright-coloured polo tees that I swore I will never wear, like &lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;Pink &lt;/b&gt;or &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Red&lt;/b&gt;, but for the sake of mankind, I have to do my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just bought a big yellow watch that I always wanted to buy but it was $10 last time, now that it is only $5, I just can't resist. :) It is so big, well quite, that I am sure it will catch attention. See, I bring &lt;b&gt;LIFE &lt;/b&gt;to Tekong, Thank me, Mortals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SkIW7XKkJxI/AAAAAAAABYc/JtMMN142nCw/s1600-h/lg-gd900-crystal-coming-to-carphone-warehouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SkIW7XKkJxI/AAAAAAAABYc/JtMMN142nCw/s320/lg-gd900-crystal-coming-to-carphone-warehouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This phone is just so cool! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You shamed me!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; "I am going to curse you!" *Speaks in gibberish*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;N...S...F...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Drag Me to Tekong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coming to theaters near you since 1967&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-4983653110385445021?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4983653110385445021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorry-for-lack-of-posts-i-have-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4983653110385445021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4983653110385445021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorry-for-lack-of-posts-i-have-been.html' title='Busy!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SkIW7XKkJxI/AAAAAAAABYc/JtMMN142nCw/s72-c/lg-gd900-crystal-coming-to-carphone-warehouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-2574020151152504699</id><published>2009-06-09T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:34:49.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future or no future?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Last year, I was studying to go to a university.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This year, I am studying for my future.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, this make it all the difference, or at least I hope it is motivating enough for me to buck and get my game on, considering I do not have much time left. No, I am not dying; yet, it is just that, 5 more months to a levels is just WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not exactly very close for me to freak out, but looking at my progress, it is frowned upon and yet the next thing on my mind is not what I am studying tomorrow, but rather of the many outings to come since I can now walk or so my doctor say.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME: But I still need some aid for walking, so I need my clutch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DOC: Oh, throw away your clutch; get an umbrella or a walking stick.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, I can really picturing myself, going back tekong with an umbrella; it is so Mary Poppins, bravo doctor, bravo. I wonder if the fact that I am in army affect his decision to shorten my mc. Tsk Tsk. That is that weird logic that soldiers recover faster, like Claire from heroes or Wolverine, just by being a soldier. Or that when injured, soldiers are like superhuman, who do not require aid going from places to places even you lost a limb, I guess when you brand us soldiers, we just can magically teleport or so assumed by a certain MO. &lt;em&gt;Yes, I am bleeding sarcasm, but this is a true account, maybe I will elaborate on a later post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;B&lt;/em&gt;ack to my future, which I am struggling to convince to this little voice in my head that is not bleak and empty, it is just not painted yet and I am but in the process of painting it very soon. Yes, in a few years time, I will be sitting in SPH, doing articles in The Straits Time. Mark my words, you will see me, or least my words.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I used to believe that I am but a late bloomer, but my mother said if by now, you haven bloomed, the flower properly died. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-2574020151152504699?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2574020151152504699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/06/future-or-no-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/2574020151152504699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/2574020151152504699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/06/future-or-no-future.html' title='Future or no future?'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-2558190010285380780</id><published>2009-06-01T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:35:59.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season Finale</title><content type='html'>I have a love-hate relationship with season finale, I always look forward to them because simply they usually are the best part of the season, I mean being the finale, they must give viewers something to look forward to the next season. Season Finale usually rounds up the season as a whole but never forgetting to give us a cliff-hanger every single time. Not to mention the long, three months for the next season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gossip Girl Season 3: August 31&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes Season 4: September 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ugly Betty Season 4: Septemeber 25&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost Whisperer Season 5: September 25 &lt;br /&gt;Supernatural Season 5: Fall 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desperate Housewives Season 6: Fall 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am desperate for Desperate Housewives, gossiping for Gossip Girl, dressing &lt;span class="query" id="query"&gt;uglily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;for&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Ugly Betty, whispering for Ghost Whisperer, fighing the supernatural in Supernatural and being a hero for Heros. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-2558190010285380780?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2558190010285380780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/06/season-finale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/2558190010285380780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/2558190010285380780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/06/season-finale.html' title='Season Finale'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-39240863884764077</id><published>2009-05-25T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:48:46.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My family</title><content type='html'>To understand why my family had been very unhappy of late, you must go back in time to 1998, when my brother were convicied and then it was quite a happy family, because both my parents wanted kids at that time, though my mother were not very thrilled but at least she knew that she wanted one kid to tide her over when she was old.&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward, two years later, I was born, unfortunally, to the family. My mother was unhappy of course, she always wanted only one child, now she had two. My father was even more unhappy because I was not a girl that he so eagerly awaited for and seems to not care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In conclusion, a girl-loving father, a overworked housewife, two boys, one unhappy family.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you would had thought things won't get any worse and then when you said that, things &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; get worse, it is just how the earth spins. My grandma had to move in, even though there she had a rich son living in a condo with elevator straight to the living room to choose from, she had to move in with us and let's just say my mother and her don't really see eye to eye just about everything. And not that I am siding with my mom, she aint the kindest old lady and I was comparing her to the Cinderella's stepmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And finally, a girl-loving father, a overworked housewife, two boys, a obonxious grandma, an unhappy and spilt family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, things never goes the way we want to because there is always something that we cannot control, actually that is a solution to this problem, but this is often frowned upon in our society so I shall not dissuss it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh you marriage-breaker, roll over and die. Confess before you die, or risk rejected at Heaven high. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-39240863884764077?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/39240863884764077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/39240863884764077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/39240863884764077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-family.html' title='My family'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-4233830883499452930</id><published>2009-05-12T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:40:33.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too litte, Too late.</title><content type='html'>Yes, these are the three words I would give Singapore for every single campaign/policy that they had ever done, because simply there were too little, too late and way too slow. I always wondered how did it happen when we had so called "Visionary Leaders" who by right had set Singapore on a 10 year or 15 year plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example would be the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Speak_Mandarin_Campaign"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Speak Mandarin Campaign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; held since 1979 to promote people to speak mandarin, fast forward 30 years and yet the Chinese standard is still slipping day by day, why? The reason is simple, the government put too little emphasis and reward for people who actually excel in Chinese instead of English, and so why bother learning a language the majority of our society doesn't care. Take my parents for example who are very fluent in mandarin and see where it got them, one a labourer with long hours and low pay, the other a housewife because simply they didn't know much English. I tell you, if the government had not discrimated against mandarin speaking citizen and focus entirely on English, there would be no need for such campaign. &lt;strong&gt;TOO LATE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, I mock the effort the campaign because simply the government is not putting enough effort in it, why bother with a campaign when it is just for show, "Hey, everyone speak Chinese, but it really not important, but just speak ok?" I haven seen much changes in our education about promoting Chinese. If you fail your enlist, you might be retained or not be able to secure a place in university, however, if you fail your Chinese, its perfectly ok, you still promote and university will still accept you with open arms as long as your others subjects are good. Companies still value people who can speak enlist over Chinese, hell, I think Western countries like America put more effort in promoting Chinese to their citizen. &lt;strong&gt;TOO LITTLE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of Education lets go health. Remember SARS, where suddenly personal hygiene, the abandoned child that no one cared about, were adopted by everyone, posters of washing your hands became every well and most toilet, well maintained, which brings a very interesting question, "So, no SARS, no need wash hand huh?". I would have thought washing hands should be something that was inculcated from young and not only in a disease-stricken era like SARS. &lt;strong&gt;TOO LATE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example would be &lt;a href="http://app.nea.gov.sg/cms/htdocs/article.asp?pid=2155"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Singapore's OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, released in 2003, however, had it really been ok these few years, you would had though it was really OK, if not for the Rojak incident. Though the cause of the incident was not directly the hygiene of the Rojak stall owner, but rather contamination came about after drippings from raw cuttlefish fell into the Rojak gravy, which was in uncovered containers on the lower shelves of a refrigerator, however, when they did clean up the whole market at that time when the cause was unknown, lots of rats were found. If they didn't die of food poisoning now, it would be just a matter of time anyway. So I would think when the government actually implement something, they should stick to it. &lt;strong&gt;TOO LITTLE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know it's just too little too late&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-4233830883499452930?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4233830883499452930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-litte-too-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4233830883499452930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4233830883499452930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-litte-too-late.html' title='Too litte, Too late.'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-1247004854987579266</id><published>2009-05-09T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T18:39:27.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A World of Lies.</title><content type='html'>We all live in a world of lies.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It is the easiest thing to do when we just cannot face the truth.&lt;br /&gt;It not that we want to lie, it just makes us feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lie when our daugthers never visits again after a big fight, &lt;i&gt;She is just busy with work, knowing her shelude was empty. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lie when our sons visits but only to leave soon after, &lt;i&gt;He just needs to go back to work, knowing fully it was a public holidays.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lie when no one came by your bedside when you were sick. &lt;i&gt;Maybe they don't know when you had already informed everyone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lie when there is no roof above your head and no one to accommodate you. &lt;i&gt;The houses are too small for me, knowing they had a room just for the maid. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lie and lie and lie, and when the truth finally came to light, we just &lt;i&gt;close our eyes&lt;/i&gt; and know by tomorrow, there will be a new lie to face instead of the cruel truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let's pretend everythings fine&lt;br /&gt;Put on our fake smiles and keep wasting our time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-1247004854987579266?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1247004854987579266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/05/world-of-lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1247004854987579266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1247004854987579266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/05/world-of-lies.html' title='A World of Lies.'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-886688258523895692</id><published>2009-05-06T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:18:12.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maids : Disaster in Disguse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Let's talk maid. You seen them, use them, hire them or are they as good as you think you or are you courting disaster by hiring the so-called "domestic helper"? I personally do not grow up with a maid in my house so maybe I won't know the benefits of having them around but I had seen what dangers they can cause.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A real life example would be my grandma's maid, K, she claims to be very smart, a good cook and able to do most housework and very caring towards old people, or so we thought we were telling the truth. When left at home alone with my grandma, she ran downstairs with the key when my grandma was bathing, so effectively locking my grandma in. She did this for quite some time, until my grandma had a headache after bathing and was calling for K but no response; she then quickly called my uncle who found her downstairs talking to other maids. Naughty Naughty and that was not all, she refused to help my grandma when she called her and just ignored my poor grandma and finally, we no longer could tolerate her, we decided to send her back to the lousy maid agency. When she heard we are sending her back, she started screaming at my grandmother and then said that she didn't want to take care of old people anyway, she prefers. Oh god, that terror. Until now, my grandma refused to hire another maid with that incident still fresh in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example was my aunt's maid, J, J was given a handphone by my aunt so that she could contact J when she is bringing the kids back from lessons, however, my aunt did not count on her calling other people except herself and J's phone bill amounted to $700 and even used my cousin’s phone which amounted to $300, making a grand total of 1k plus, even my uncle who was a businessmen and had to make frequent calls overseas can't beat her record. While my aunt finally resolved the matter, woohoo, they found her stealing vegetables and food from the kitchen to bring somewhere. Not much of a terror, but can't say much about her integrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this does not mean that I condone maids because I had met very good maids in my family, the other maid of my aunt, A, was very good. She hit it well with the kids and even offered free massage my uncle which would had cost a lot more outside. The kids love her so much that they would call for her when they will wake up instead of their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess sometimes you just have to pray that the maid that was introduced to you will be really of some help instead of hindrance to you. It’s really come down to luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you sleep at night?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soon, with Mike on top of me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-886688258523895692?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/886688258523895692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/05/maids-disaster-in-disguse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/886688258523895692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/886688258523895692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/05/maids-disaster-in-disguse.html' title='Maids : Disaster in Disguse?'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-2700856181120580553</id><published>2009-05-04T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:43:49.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you got to go, you got to go.</title><content type='html'>Watched Amazing Race again and I am very amazed how Jen and Kisha lost because Jen needed to go &lt;strong&gt;pee&lt;/strong&gt;, regardless of the fact that she is in a race and so Jamie and Cara got the third place instead, which was good since I kinda dislike Jen and Kisha and predicted the final 3 would be Tammy and Victor, Luke and Marge and Jamie and Cara. Let's just say next week will be the one to watch as it is the season finale, who doesn't like a season finale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of season finale, most of the shows that I had been watching are reaching their season finale, so I have to wait god damn how long for the next season, well, at least all of them have a next season, which is again good because so I can focus more on studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course Mothers' Day is coming so all moms can rejoice especially here at my grandma's house, where the whole family treat it as her birthday too and bring her out to eat one by one, and because yours truly is staying at her house, I get to tag along. Eat Eat Eat. You can't blame me, it’s only once a year. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHO Personnel 1: Hey, let's give this influenza a name shall we?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHO Personnel 2: All right, how about Swine flu, since it kinda originated from pigs? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHO 1: No, the poor pigs will be killed in the name of medicine.&lt;br /&gt;WHO 2: Fine, how about New Flu, since it is new and all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHO 1: Ok...but New Flu sounds bad and generic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHO 2: Hear hear, then Mexico Flu! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHO 1: Absolutely not, it’s like we are against the Mexicans. And Mexico Flu sounds so weird&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHO 2: WEIRD FLU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHO 1: You fail.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The debate on naming the H1N1 virus. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-2700856181120580553?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2700856181120580553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-you-got-to-go-you-got-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/2700856181120580553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/2700856181120580553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-you-got-to-go-you-got-to-go.html' title='When you got to go, you got to go.'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-5343207471760697149</id><published>2009-04-28T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:28:14.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>Everyone have secrets, it just the&amp;nbsp;matter of how far we go to&amp;nbsp;the length to keep them from others. &lt;br /&gt;However, the interesting thing is, we always can't keep it to ourselves, no matter how minor or major the secret is, whether it can break a strong relationship or send someone to jail, &lt;em&gt;we always tell.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in different ways, &lt;br /&gt;some keep it in a notebook, locked in their drawer, never letting others see it;&lt;br /&gt;some write it in a form of story and share it with others, knowing they might not get the underlying meaning;&lt;br /&gt;some tell their closest buddies, making them swear they will never tell;&lt;br /&gt;some hold the secret inside them, with lies and more lies to cover the secret, &lt;br /&gt;but not often then not, when we bring our secrets to our graves, only will we find out, it was a secret no more to others because somehow&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;people always know&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, humans are the most secretive creatures in the world, but yet, we never can keep a secret, not now, not ever, because this is the way we are programmed. Don't you agree? Do you still remember the last time, you told someone a secret, and felt betrayed when he told someone else, but deep down, you were &lt;em&gt;guilty of the very same thing&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you tell me your secret?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-5343207471760697149?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/5343207471760697149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/04/secrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/5343207471760697149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/5343207471760697149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/04/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-812468681451590876</id><published>2009-04-26T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:20:43.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars Awards 2009</title><content type='html'>Just finished watching and was a bit impressed how they could presents the prizes in so many, you have birds, helicopter, balloons, etc etc, but then again, it makes me wonder, how these little things adds up to the production cost, not to mention the spinning thingy that the presenters stepped on and of course the awards looks nicer this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While our economy is still restoring, isn’t this event a bit extravagant, I do know the significance of the award to the artists as it is a form of recognition , and to some, a direction or motivation, that award they are holding signify their sweat and tears for that whole year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,but, but, I don think cost = recognition, right, so why make people pay $0.80 for one vote, it is not a charity event, and shouldn't they lower the cost so it is more accurate. So that more people can vote for the artists they like and do not worry that excessive voting would cost them their dinner that night. ($0.80 X 10 = $8.00!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people can complain about donating to charity but they have no qualms on spending money to vote for their favorite artists. Pardon me, I just don't believe in such wastage unless, they added "All proceeds shall go to charity" and maybe I will call once or twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, even though I am labeled a fashion disaster, I could clearly tell the difference between HOT and NOT in today's event, I really had no idea how certain people can still wear it even though, one look and you will go "oh no". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since all the awardees thank god, I will do a little prayer myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the name of spaghetti, ramen. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-812468681451590876?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/812468681451590876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/04/stars-awards-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/812468681451590876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/812468681451590876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/04/stars-awards-2009.html' title='Stars Awards 2009'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-9192615099878008308</id><published>2009-04-26T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:56:23.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;color:#000000;"&gt;Finally it rained!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea man, after this wave of hot days for the past week, it finally rained. It is such a godsend, now my room is so cooling now even without using the fan and I hope it continued or rain more often. God, I really hate the heat. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these two days were extremely not productive because my cousins have been coming over and I just kind of played with them and my super-duper-ultra cute nephew, zach, who is just three months old, but is the most active baby I had even seen. He moves his arms and legs every single moment he is not asleep and responds by baby talk every single time you talk to him and his eyes always follow your movement. My cousin and me reckons he going to be talkative when he grows up just like the both of us. Since I sent my phone for repair, seeing my warranty was going to end soon, I couldn't take a photo but next time when he visits, it will be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel the rain on your skin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-9192615099878008308?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/9192615099878008308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-it-rained.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/9192615099878008308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/9192615099878008308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-it-rained.html' title='Rain!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-6570865164410643607</id><published>2009-04-23T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:01:42.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you give me what I want?</title><content type='html'>Sigh, as usual, I can think of one thousand and one things to do except studying. Its so wearing me out, so I decided to stop doing maths and started reading Time, something I had neglected for the past two years and assuring myself that I wasn’t slacking since it will help improve on my GP, which is still tested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, at least Time was interesting enough for me to not stop reading from the first page, one of the issues featured animals facing extinction any time soon, if poaching/slash-and-burn/hunting/illegal trading does not stop and plus the climate changes are bringing a strain to them. Especially when some of the animals are so cute, an example will be the Verreaux’s sifake lemur in Madagascar. I would love to go there one day, hopefully, the animals are still there with human destruction and global warming, we can only hope for a miracle that the animals gets horny and procreate like cockroach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I so want to go out play, want to go Kbox, want to go bowling, want to go watch movies, want to go drinking, want to go eat buffet, want to go overseas, want to... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you give me what I want?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-6570865164410643607?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6570865164410643607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-you-give-me-what-i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/6570865164410643607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/6570865164410643607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-you-give-me-what-i-want.html' title='Can you give me what I want?'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-9213525237334414045</id><published>2009-04-13T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:19:59.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First yet again!</title><content type='html'>Previewed Amazing Race just before I rushed to hospital again for a regular checkup. And woohoo, they won first again, marking it the third time in this race! Margie was nicknamed, "Bionic Mom" and Luke,&amp;nbsp;"The&amp;nbsp;sinister deaf kid" for his ruthlessness, can't blame&amp;nbsp;him,&amp;nbsp;$1,000,000&amp;nbsp;is at stake. And it looks like Luke will be in a cat fight with Kisha and Jen. Merrow...&lt;br /&gt;Though I was a bit disappointed that Mark &amp;amp; Michael&amp;nbsp;(twiddle A&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;twiddle B)&amp;nbsp;are still in the race despite being the last, sigh. I think they talk way too much and really like to break the rules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good news for my legs, everything is good, now I can put some weight on that legs and should be able to walk within two months, give or take half a month.&amp;nbsp;Oh no, that means my Mc is going to expire soon, so much for&amp;nbsp;being able to&amp;nbsp;study at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-9213525237334414045?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/9213525237334414045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-yet-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/9213525237334414045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/9213525237334414045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-yet-again.html' title='First yet again!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-1360795690877423336</id><published>2009-04-11T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:55:37.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Race to the top!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SeBUfh8UdqI/AAAAAAAABOo/VWZQtJo8d2k/s1600-h/margie_luke_cropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ki="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SeBUfh8UdqI/AAAAAAAABOo/VWZQtJo8d2k/s400/margie_luke_cropped.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I watched Amazing Race today and this team just become my favourite! &lt;strong&gt;Margie &amp;amp; Luke Adams&lt;/strong&gt;! GOGOGO, I am rooting for you two! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke is really one of those example that proved anything is possible, he may be deaf that is not stopping him racing halfway round the earth to win the Amazing Race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me feel so ashamed of myself and that I should work hard for my goals and dreams, no matter how&amp;nbsp;unbelievable it&amp;nbsp;is to other people and sometimes even yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who say that you can't learn stuff from TV? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-1360795690877423336?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1360795690877423336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/04/race-to-top.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1360795690877423336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1360795690877423336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/04/race-to-top.html' title='Race to the top!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SeBUfh8UdqI/AAAAAAAABOo/VWZQtJo8d2k/s72-c/margie_luke_cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-7017362546038922308</id><published>2009-04-09T11:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:26:10.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare to fight me?</title><content type='html'>Sigh, seems that everyone or most people I know already gotten at least a call of acceptance, email of offer, letter of interview, but somehow, all the channels fails to reach me, well, I know its obvious, but you can't blame a guy for trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, at least have the courtesy to reject early so I won't feel like I at least&amp;nbsp;have a spark of hope somewhere in this cruel world. Anyway, its back to the drawing board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everyone is hooked to facebook, here is one mini-game that you can try. &lt;br /&gt;Click&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://zindel.mybrute.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Its really cute and really fun and you can release all your pent up energy &lt;a href="http://zindel.mybrute.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/Sd1k4_897XI/AAAAAAAABOg/AlSXz_O1Ebw/s1600-h/mybrute.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ki="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/Sd1k4_897XI/AAAAAAAABOg/AlSXz_O1Ebw/s400/mybrute.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-7017362546038922308?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7017362546038922308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/04/dare-to-fight-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/7017362546038922308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/7017362546038922308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/04/dare-to-fight-me.html' title='Dare to fight me?'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/Sd1k4_897XI/AAAAAAAABOg/AlSXz_O1Ebw/s72-c/mybrute.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-3271208152545296077</id><published>2009-03-27T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:22:59.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I am blogging from my grandma house which has very limited internet access and&amp;nbsp;no entertainment whatsoever, which is actually kinda good right now because I&amp;nbsp;should&amp;nbsp;be studying hard for A levels, again. Gosh. I hate again, never will I want to use the word again again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;operation is on&amp;nbsp;1st of April, lets&amp;nbsp;just hope they won't push me into the operating theather and&amp;nbsp;say "April's Fool!" Well, of couse, they won't do that, this is singapore, so boring.&amp;nbsp;:) Don't you just wish that sometime major should happen,&amp;nbsp;I don't mean terrorism of course, that is just plain terror and&amp;nbsp;the world already&amp;nbsp;had enough to deal with,&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;crazy&amp;nbsp;weather,&amp;nbsp;ecomonic downturn and terrorism&amp;nbsp;arising, little kids getting pregant&amp;nbsp;like rabbits, guess everyone needs a little faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seems to be just rambling about random stuff, at least I updated. This slow internet is starting to piss me off. So got to go! :) Hope everyone is well! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-3271208152545296077?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3271208152545296077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/03/damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/3271208152545296077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/3271208152545296077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/03/damn.html' title='Damn'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-8266279262674240540</id><published>2009-03-17T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:34:13.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not again?</title><content type='html'>Its been 1 month plus since I discharged from the hospital, time really files...&lt;br /&gt;And now I have to go back in because I have another operation to take out just one screw in my leg. It's not that I mind staying in the hospital, its just so boring, all I do there is just sleep, take medicine, sleep, rinse and repeat.&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully, I will be discharged soon after the operation and go straight home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I still need to apply to be private canditate soon, the application is closing, so time to say goodbye to playing games all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sigh. Taking it again is just going to be another nightmare.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-8266279262674240540?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8266279262674240540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/8266279262674240540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/8266279262674240540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-again.html' title='Not again?'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-4088866092159137948</id><published>2009-03-05T13:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:27:43.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Money, where are you?</title><content type='html'>I hate it when my mother talks about money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;They say money can't buy happiness but in this household, it can and will buy &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt; of happiness. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/sucFtrSF-C/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/sucFtrSF-C/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #e6e6e6; padding: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" method="post" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text" /&gt;&lt;input style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit" value="Search" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=sucFtrSF-C" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=sucFtrSF-C" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=sucFtrSF-C" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=sucFtrSF-C" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/sucFtrSF-C/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stupid Money (Adapted from Stupid Cupid)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Stupid Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You're a real mean thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I'd like to clip your wings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So  you can't fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I am in debt and it's a crying shame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And I know that  you're the one to blame&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;Come to me&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Stop losing on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't do my housework&lt;br /&gt;And I can't think straight&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Need money every morning &lt;br /&gt;'bout a  half-past eight &lt;br /&gt;I'm acting like a greedy fool &lt;br /&gt;You've even got me wearing fake Prada to club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;Come to me&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Stop losing on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;You messed me up for good &lt;br /&gt;Right from the very start &lt;br /&gt;Hey, go play Robin  Hood &lt;br /&gt;With somebody else's bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;You got me dancing like a crazy slut &lt;br /&gt;And I don't feature what your puttin'  down &lt;br /&gt;Well since I drank his cheap bottle of wine &lt;br /&gt;The thing that bothers  me is&lt;br /&gt;That I like it fine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;Come to me&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Stop losing on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;You got me dancing like a crazy slut &lt;br /&gt;And I don't feature what your puttin'  down &lt;br /&gt;Well since I drank his cheap bottle of wine &lt;br /&gt;The thing that bothers  me is&lt;br /&gt;That I like it fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;Come to me&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Stop losing on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;Come to me&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Stop losing on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Money (X8) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-4088866092159137948?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4088866092159137948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/03/money-money-where-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4088866092159137948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4088866092159137948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/03/money-money-where-are-you.html' title='Money Money, where are you?'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-1087883984411354834</id><published>2009-03-04T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:18:52.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Marriage?</title><content type='html'>Heard on the radio that they were talking about early marriages and how usually it only happens in my parents time, getting married at 18 and giving birth like 19 was common that time but not now, but I do know a few people who are getting married at around this age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you think this is early, check this out, I think he holds the record for being a dad at the age of 13. This is rather old news but it is still a interesting read. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/Sa36OKDFOfI/AAAAAAAABN4/_99CiPA3Gtk/s1600-h/Father+with+baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/Sa36OKDFOfI/AAAAAAAABN4/_99CiPA3Gtk/s320/Father+with+baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;Baby-faced Alfie, who is &lt;b&gt;13 but looks more like eight, &lt;/b&gt;became a father four  days ago when his girlfriend Chantelle Steadman gave birth to &lt;b&gt;7lb 3oz Maisie  Roxanne&lt;/b&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;He told how he and Chantelle, 15, decided against an abortion after  discovering she was pregnant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;The shy lad, whose voice has not yet broken, said: “I thought it would be good  to have a baby.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I didn’t think about how we would afford it. I don’t really get pocket  money. My dad sometimes gives me £10.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;Alfie, who is just 4ft tall, added: “When my mum found out, I thought I was  going to get in trouble. We wanted to have the baby but were worried how  people would react.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;“I didn’t know what it would be like to be a dad. I will be good, though, and  care for it.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;Alfie’s dad Dennis yesterday told how the lad does not really understand the  enormity of his situation — but seemed desperate to be a devoted and  responsible father.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;He wanted to be the first to hold Maisie after the hospital birth. He tenderly  kisses the baby and gives her a bottle.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;And Dennis, 45, said: “He could have shrugged his shoulders and sat at home on  his Playstation. But he has been at the hospital every day.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maisie was conceived after Chantelle and Alfie — just 12 at the time — had  a single night of unprotected sex.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;They found out about the baby when Chantelle was 12 weeks pregnant.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;But they kept it a secret until six weeks later when Chantelle’s mum Penny,  38, became suspicious about her weight gain and confronted her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;After that Alfie’s family told only those closest to them for fear he would be  “demonised” at school.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;Chantelle gave birth to Maisie on Monday night after a &lt;b&gt;five-hour labour&lt;/b&gt; at  Eastbourne Hospital, East Sussex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;Last night she told The Sun: “I’m tired after the birth. I was nervous after  going into labour but otherwise I was quite excited.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;Chantelle told how she discovered she was expecting after going to her GP with  “really bad” stomach pains. She said: “Me and Alfie went. The doctor asked  me w&lt;b&gt;hether we had sex&lt;/b&gt;. I said yes and he said I should do a pregnancy test.  He did the test and said I was pregnant. I started crying and didn’t know  what to do.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;“He said I should tell my mum but I was too scared.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“We didn’t think we would need help from our parents. You don’t really  think about that when you find out you are pregnant. You just think your  parents will kill you.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;But Penny figured out what was going on after buying Chantelle a T-shirt which  revealed her swelling tum.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;Chantelle admitted she and Alfie — who are both being supported by their  parents — would be accused of being grossly irresponsible. She said:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;“&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;We  know we made a mistake but I wouldn’t change it now. We will be good loving  parents.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; “I have started a church course and I am going to do work experience helping  other young mums.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; “I’ll be a great mum and Alfie will be a great dad.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/Sa37b20yZPI/AAAAAAAABOA/YhRFPYQ_PTs/s1600-h/kissing+baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/Sa37b20yZPI/AAAAAAAABOA/YhRFPYQ_PTs/s400/kissing+baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the rest of article here: &lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article2233878.ece"&gt;http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article2233878.ece&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I wonder what will happen if this happened in Singapore?.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="article"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-1087883984411354834?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1087883984411354834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/03/early-marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1087883984411354834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1087883984411354834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/03/early-marriage.html' title='Early Marriage?'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/Sa36OKDFOfI/AAAAAAAABN4/_99CiPA3Gtk/s72-c/Father+with+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-3257847618604111245</id><published>2009-03-03T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:51:28.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doomday or is it?</title><content type='html'>Its going to be friday soon, no matter how much gaming indulge in, I just can't get it out of my head. I got half a mind to stay at home and just view my results online because its going to be so much easier because I don't have to travel but I just can't give up the chance to fianlly see everyone again after such a long time and hopefully everyone will be happy when they recieve the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only tears that should be shed that day should be of joy of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just a freaking piece of paper and its going to determine our future, maybe the most, it is a stepping stone and nothing more. True, getting straight As is going to help a lot but this is just the starting, never the end. All the best and let's work hard from now on, its never too late as long as you are willing to try. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-3257847618604111245?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3257847618604111245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/03/doomday-or-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/3257847618604111245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/3257847618604111245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/03/doomday-or-is-it.html' title='Doomday or is it?'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-4731861231565898451</id><published>2009-02-28T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:40:05.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret? Maybe.</title><content type='html'>Results are coming out next week, although MOE just refuse to tell us the release date for reasons unknown which I see no point in making the whole cohort in suspense when they are getting their results. Its so inefficient, will they die if they just tell us like few weeks in advance and not one or two days like they always do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not looking forward to getting results for two simple reasons, I know I will do very badly and our school is not exactly handicapped friendly, looks like I will be hopping up and down the stairs that day. Great. I just hope I won't be too depressed after collecting and can't climb the stairs home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret? Definitely. Like how I should study more and not watch so much Charmed. But even if time turns back now, I think I will still do the same thing. I guess, that's just me. So, today morning had a little chat with my mom about my results, which we both had already prepared for the worst, and decided that if it was really that bad, I might just retake A levels during my NS term so I won't waste time but I had to cross my fingers that my mc last longer and that I get a 8-5 kind of posting so I can study at night and still get a GOOD A Level cert this time by the end of this year (Hopefully) or next year (Eventually). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course, the best case scenario is not to retake at ALL. Still crossing my fingers but expecting the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I chose my own path and its time to face the consequences.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least something good happend this week. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Michelle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Simeng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;came to visit me and brought more sushi. Oh yes. :) I wish for shark fins next time! :) Ok, so I am kidding, sharks are becoming more endangered by the minute so stop eating shark fins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to subject so they came and we played cards to pass the time. Saboteur is so fun to play even though we only have three people but its the company as I always said and after a few rounds of scheming and sabotaging, we played the all-time-favorite, Donkey. I think it really brings back a lot of childhood memories, the last time I played was after PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Had I lost my childhood innocence along with the cruel passage of time? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-4731861231565898451?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4731861231565898451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/02/regret-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4731861231565898451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4731861231565898451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/02/regret-maybe.html' title='Regret? Maybe.'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-1545714787689814795</id><published>2009-02-24T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:04:38.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool</title><content type='html'>Hmm. I love today's weather. Its so windy and cooling and so suitable for enjoying a good book inside the house, which I did, as I finally stop using the computer and started on "New Moon". Took me long enough to get a copy of the book. I think its still as captivating as the first book though most people say its not as nice, but I just cant put the book down since I borrowed it from Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least until I was tired and took a nice long nap. I wish the weather was that nice at Tekong so the rest of the guy don't suffer that much since its always blazing hot sun there for some freaky reason and it like never rain there, is there a curse there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its still a very nice day today. I hope there are more nice days like today for everyone! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-1545714787689814795?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1545714787689814795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/02/cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1545714787689814795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1545714787689814795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/02/cool.html' title='Cool'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-1246432767911652630</id><published>2009-02-23T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:42:28.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great  Company, Great Food</title><content type='html'>I think my blog is a wishing post, I wished for sushi the last post and I just got it from three very &lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;lovable&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: cyan;"&gt;pretty &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;attractive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;attractive&gt;(they read my blog) ladies who just visited me and brought &lt;b&gt;Sushi&lt;/b&gt;. I was so happy, of course, at the company and not &lt;b&gt;just &lt;/b&gt;at the sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were great company though we spend most of the time bitching about certain talent shows and local drama, which was quite funny and its a good ending to the horrible day at the hospital which include removal of stitches which were a pain in the ass! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am still glad that I am staying at home and getting visitors. Its like meeting out with old friends but you don't get out of the house but still, you get to meet up with friends, which I hope its not going to get rarer as we grow up and everyone is busy with their own lives and its not like they don't want to meet up but just can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/attractive&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;attractive&gt;&lt;/attractive&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;attractive&gt;&lt;/attractive&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;attractive&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/attractive&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;attractive&gt;I just miss everyone. Take care! &lt;/attractive&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-1246432767911652630?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1246432767911652630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-company-great-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1246432767911652630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1246432767911652630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-company-great-food.html' title='Great  Company, Great Food'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-3400799220083419207</id><published>2009-02-19T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:08:27.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Now Brown Cow?</title><content type='html'>Life now is boring. But I am not complaining, it beats going back to camp hands down, its just a bit dull. I just spend the entire day playing games and while my conscience constantly reminds me that I should be doing something more constructive than just stare at the computer screen all day, the other side reminds me that I should be in army anyway now, either way, its just a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I knew what to do. Maybe I should do a 5-year plan like those big companies so things don't go wrong at the end of the day and results are coming out very very soon, everyone's speculating but no confirmed date yet, will it be Friday, the 13th again? Such an obnoxious day to get back our results and I have so little faith I am going to do well considering the amounts of hours I put in to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now. no time for regrets. I shall go do my 5 year plan and start deciding which university I should go and what courses to study when I finally ORD in 659 days, hopefully I will have a university to go to or else its just a waste of two good years in JC. 659 is such a majestic number and so depressing but I guess I just have to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I do hope I can walk soon because I am so craving for a sushi buffet right now and a chocolate martini. Sigh, when will my sushi comes? &amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-3400799220083419207?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3400799220083419207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-now-brown-cow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/3400799220083419207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/3400799220083419207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-now-brown-cow.html' title='How Now Brown Cow?'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-4384161828057050711</id><published>2009-02-14T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:49:06.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY</title><content type='html'>Today is a good day because I finally slept through one whole night without waking up...much.&lt;br /&gt;At least it was a improvement and I woke up with a appetite for breakfast which was good today, actually anything is good, if you compare it to army food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, something bad was that I totally missed orientation, I thought I could at least go for JJ night and I heard it was very good but then again, when was it not good. hees :) Pride of a ex-JJcian, you can't blame me. I just hope I can walk soon but apparently it would be that soon until I go for another operation again. JOY, did I just mention how good today was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;to everyone! :)&amp;nbsp; Spread your love around, don't keep it to yourself or someone else, triple the joy.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-4384161828057050711?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4384161828057050711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-is-good-day-because-i-finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4384161828057050711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4384161828057050711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-is-good-day-because-i-finally.html' title='HAPPY VALENTINE&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-1004309713904094152</id><published>2009-02-11T07:40:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:54:18.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of updates. Recently its really one thing after another. After the unfortunate and unforeseen accident which took one of my legs away, for now, I was hospitalized for a few days in which they put screws inside my legs to piece the bones together. My few days in the hospital wasn't that bad considering the amount of visitors I get which made it less boring and I really appreciate them for taking their time off their busy schedule to visit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really touched me is the support my family gave. Being in army for 2 months, really made me treasure my time with my family a lot, I plan more family dinner with them and realize the reason they don't go to restaurants to eat, is not because they do not want to, but they can't, because they cannot order. Being hospitalized, really show how much they love me. My father will always come after work, no matter how tired he will be, to spend a few hours with me, to keep me company and then bring my mother back. My mother will always flock to the hospital everyday, taking public transport to save money regardless of the insane 2 hours journey she had to take with a spilting headache just to make sure I was okay everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely LOVE.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finally reaching home, I thought things will turn for the better since there is no place like home but I was so wrong. I was suddenly plagued down by fever, sore throat and headache that make sleeping at night very very difficult because I will wake up every 2 hours because of the pain, waking my mother in the process. My fever had also reached a peak high of 38.8 which led my mother to reconsider sending me back to hospital which I quickly resisted. Lucky for me, I am now better, just a bit feverish, but no headache no pain. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;However, even though I had let go of tekong, seeing that I am not going back anytime soon, but tekong don't seems to let me go. I had very weird dreams which all situated in tekong and there was always a war going on and I am always fighting in it, It's just so annoying. Why can't I have normal dreams like normal people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-1004309713904094152?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1004309713904094152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1004309713904094152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1004309713904094152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you.html' title='Thank You.'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-4854573568069554798</id><published>2009-01-11T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:47:56.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh? Its a new year already?</title><content type='html'>It certainly took me quite a while to realize its a new year already, being in camp before the new year and after that just seems like time stood still so it did not really occur to me that its a brand new year and not just a transition from the number 8 to 9 when writing the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to school and meeting up with the juniors, seniors and my council is really something that was very wonderful and a break from NS life and when I realised its a new year and everyone had moved on, school has started for most of them, while others are working or waiting for their work, while I, simply felt that I am still here, not moving on, just going through a regimental life day after day, when tomorrow felt just like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, meeting up was really great, plus the atmosphere for the night was damn high and we had a campfire which was lit by a fireball! That was a first, I think. There was dancing and singing and of course great food accompanied by our own professional DJ, Jason from the 23th. Mr Leow talked to us after the campfire and shared some of the thoughts he had about council, the leaders, the alumni and his frustrations and how he finally admitted he has aged...to 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a eventful night which ended off on a good note and seeing the juniors cleaning up the place after that just reminded me when we were doing the same things a year ago, its just nostalgic and somehow happy that I still rememeber all these time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still remember?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-4854573568069554798?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4854573568069554798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/01/ohh-its-new-year-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4854573568069554798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4854573568069554798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2009/01/ohh-its-new-year-already.html' title='Ohh? Its a new year already?'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-4125693227830980154</id><published>2008-12-11T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:58:08.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ns!</title><content type='html'>Just in case, you didn't know, I am going in army tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Joy to my mother who complained about my horrifying horrendous singing.&lt;br /&gt;Joy to my father who complained about me taking money from him.&lt;br /&gt;Joy to me who will get slimmer.&lt;br /&gt;Yea!&lt;br /&gt;I will be back on Christmas, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-4125693227830980154?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4125693227830980154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/12/ns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4125693227830980154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4125693227830980154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/12/ns.html' title='Ns!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-3474716816213808862</id><published>2008-12-08T18:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:47:29.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Stayover!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Before anything... Look to your right, you see a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;cute Christmas advertisement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Yes, you know you want to click it, go on. Go on, its tempting. Just click it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;IMAGE HEAVY POST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a very crazy Sunday-Monday Stayover with Nat and Pearlyn! Finally met up after her exams are finally finished and I am going into NS very soon as seen by the counter. Depressing, yes, yes, don't miss me people! LOL, that sounds very narcissistic.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just in case, people forget me because I will be gone for some time, here are some picture from the stay over! :) &lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with Pearlyn first since Nat was going to be very late. Watched “Home Cooked Chef” and we both suddenly craved for chocolate martini, it just sounds so yummy, but I don’t really like alcohol in general because I think they are quite bitter, but the chocolate should cover the bitterness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0hm6ww2OI/AAAAAAAABDo/utV3pElBxZs/s1600-h/chocolate-martini%5B2%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="chocolate-martini" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0hnz_2hMI/AAAAAAAABDs/TzuHL7Zi2Ic/chocolate-martini_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="chocolate-martini" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;YUMMY! &lt;br /&gt;But now is not the time to indulge in wine so we dropped the idea, (Moans), but, but, but, who would had thought I had secret stash at home? &lt;br /&gt;We actually chicken nuggets and chips downstairs as Pearlyn feel fat that day, while I feel it everyday, so we decided to go for high calorie food for once. Just this once. We were supposed to wait for Nat to come before cooking it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0hpq0JARI/AAAAAAAABDw/iKgDpEcLg8Y/s1600-h/P1000374%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000374" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0hqpStYfI/AAAAAAAABD0/uld17diqU48/P1000374_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000374" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But we couldn’t resist. The nuggets are just so cute, they are awkward star-shaped! Or so it says on the box. I guess stars comes in different size and shapes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0hsVzu5WI/AAAAAAAABD4/istWXAlKct0/s1600-h/P1000375%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000375" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0htdrCZHI/AAAAAAAABD8/mkFmACamWwc/P1000375_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000375" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pearlyn pretended to ignore the lure of the nuggets at first…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0huaIligI/AAAAAAAABEA/U1SNTuRQoBg/s1600-h/P1000376%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000376" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0hvM9aRQI/AAAAAAAABEE/6c2NnmNfhRQ/P1000376_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000376" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But not for long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0hwMYtxhI/AAAAAAAABEI/6RZpR8G9bVs/s1600-h/P1000377%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000377" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0hwtzi_3I/AAAAAAAABEM/VC2drbAW0uo/P1000377_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000377" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t resist of course. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0hyIE7qVI/AAAAAAAABEQ/Ro7sSNB4374/s1600-h/P1000378%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000378" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0hy4CSzBI/AAAAAAAABEU/BQtaDOvXXi4/P1000378_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000378" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We were really hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0hz3Wjb9I/AAAAAAAABEY/drfTbxC91pQ/s1600-h/P1000381%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000381" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0h1J6EXeI/AAAAAAAABEc/ZHTSmNKH0Ow/P1000381_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000381" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0h2Q73wpI/AAAAAAAABEg/nMbP7Pfa9TA/s1600-h/P1000382%5B2%5D.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000382" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0h4Hs7O9I/AAAAAAAABEo/J6gfDWAjk_g/P1000382_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000382" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Chill &lt;/strike&gt;red-coloured heart-shaped nugget.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ate…I ate…she ate…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0h6yHehoI/AAAAAAAABEs/LJqTlAQsuCk/s1600-h/P1000384%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000384" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0h7trGIKI/AAAAAAAABEw/6JWZClwxlvk/P1000384_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000384" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And soon, its gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And Nat is still not here yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Money Not Enough 2 while waiting and then we were hungry… again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0h9RGVO2I/AAAAAAAABE0/MMmRdwA903k/s1600-h/DSC00718%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00718" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0h-I9dEFI/AAAAAAAABE4/XZe-SQTW-PM/DSC00718_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC00718" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We ventured out into the jungle,&amp;nbsp; armed with our every trusty snake.&lt;br /&gt;We found &lt;b&gt;food&lt;/b&gt;, but soon, there was a disagreement. Snake wanted &lt;b&gt;MORE&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iAAUGeJI/AAAAAAAABE8/Ln_te2Wv504/s1600-h/P1000385%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000385" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iAwi9jPI/AAAAAAAABFA/WVrySAKB36k/P1000385_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000385" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pearlyn fought with it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iBppGDVI/AAAAAAAABFE/bm7xIzbEP6Q/s1600-h/P1000387%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000387" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iCSP2UkI/AAAAAAAABFI/Ip8UtVE8YHU/P1000387_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000387" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I fought with it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iDhhpaMI/AAAAAAAABFM/idLBuvGv06g/s1600-h/P1000388%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000388" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iERHb42I/AAAAAAAABFQ/HUUMn2ke2YA/P1000388_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000388" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we just decided to share. &lt;br /&gt;Snake was still unhappy for sharing, so I bought drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iFQpgIjI/AAAAAAAABFU/426sjeW8jE8/s1600-h/P1000390%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000390" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iGOi9lzI/AAAAAAAABFY/S5d3KLCRvt0/P1000390_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000390" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iG01yrEI/AAAAAAAABFc/vgKLIYbq-oY/s1600-h/P1000389%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000389" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iH9rhMOI/AAAAAAAABFg/VKUCAehp01g/P1000389_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000389" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;MERLOT 2006! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iJs91XEI/AAAAAAAABFk/vikHsB8XPWs/s1600-h/P1000391%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000391" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iKOIaG4I/AAAAAAAABFo/jDSxc2gl7A0/P1000391_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000391" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;While I serve drinks… I heard a scream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iLAxlkzI/AAAAAAAABFs/s4rA9O-qoO4/s1600-h/P1000392%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000392" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iMN72aFI/AAAAAAAABFw/Qj5i-mEUFdU/P1000392_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000392" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearlyn found a chip that is bigger than her mouth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iQ8t2RqI/AAAAAAAABF0/AcWGeLTS3Po/s1600-h/vlcsnap-949822%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="vlcsnap-949822" border="0" height="220" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iTojTqkI/AAAAAAAABF4/wkuU8AQ9Y1Y/vlcsnap-949822_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="vlcsnap-949822" width="378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Betty: Its a MIRACLE! &lt;br /&gt;Ok. Ok. Pushing Lameness aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iVOO3cEI/AAAAAAAABF8/CPgivtsDPyI/s1600-h/push%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="push" border="0" height="209" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iV2EyvyI/AAAAAAAABGA/zx0_BP6qcUs/push_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="push" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The story continue…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iXUq4MWI/AAAAAAAABGE/oP0jA9Bs7Ss/s1600-h/P1000393%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000393" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iYsN0YgI/AAAAAAAABGI/TGADed4jgAc/P1000393_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000393" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to left half the chips for Nat…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iaUEcJnI/AAAAAAAABGM/rxNvkCPbMOI/s1600-h/P1000394%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000394" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0idkV5B9I/AAAAAAAABGQ/WP6pwsGJE44/P1000394_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000394" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I mean one quarter. It’s the thought that count. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0ie8RRrZI/AAAAAAAABGU/OCkz5JSfJnc/s1600-h/P1000395%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000395" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0ifuSSHfI/AAAAAAAABGY/AufWolCXFNM/P1000395_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000395" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Camwhoring while waiting…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0igrQWNDI/AAAAAAAABGc/y1OugiwCDnk/s1600-h/P1000396%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000396" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0ihUJ0YkI/AAAAAAAABGg/c5yaXLWpFPA/P1000396_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000396" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and a unexpected thing behind. &lt;br /&gt;Nat said she was bathing so we decided to make more nuggets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0ikHCx47I/AAAAAAAABGk/VCvc0_U_hGY/s1600-h/P1000399%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000399" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0ilbkPr6I/AAAAAAAABGo/jf0tr7PBhhU/P1000399_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000399" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Traditional-shaped nuggets. (Boring!)&lt;br /&gt;We ate some and Camwhore. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; beware. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0imUvegEI/AAAAAAAABGs/DiBNgkqViLE/s1600-h/P1000402%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000402" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0inUfKJkI/AAAAAAAABGw/iNsOQy_sTnY/P1000402_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000402" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I scare myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0io8KKAhI/AAAAAAAABG0/CHTNdqlwCvk/s1600-h/P1000403%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000403" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0ip4FfjXI/AAAAAAAABG4/hGPbEqXcm_g/P1000403_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000403" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And left some nuggets for Nat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0irt5RY7I/AAAAAAAABG8/7g_dupfsQMY/s1600-h/P1000405%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000405" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0isYV3LiI/AAAAAAAABHA/kPlP1JgGpa4/P1000405_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000405" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;While cooking the last set of nugget. They are dino-shaped! Cuter! :) :) For eating while watching Wild Child. I think it was quite a nice movie. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0ithMgH9I/AAAAAAAABHE/z_9IPoYHJuM/s1600-h/P1000406%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000406" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iud40iGI/AAAAAAAABHI/XTqNsRJn8mQ/P1000406_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000406" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nat. Enough said. &lt;br /&gt;To appese &lt;strike&gt;scary&lt;/strike&gt; nice people, I bought my trusty stash again. Works like a charm. Notice how Snake never appears again? (Insert Evil Laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iu781ITI/AAAAAAAABHM/1U-JN5tYObA/s1600-h/P1000409%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000409" border="0" height="324" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0ivwvo35I/AAAAAAAABHQ/5hWMDPPVqK8/P1000409_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000409" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;First she try to hear the wine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iwhZtM_I/AAAAAAAABHU/IyvHGWzyA6U/s1600-h/P1000410%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000410" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0ix5sgMlI/AAAAAAAABHY/5eC812OSAUA/P1000410_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000410" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then she tried to smell the wine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0iyvCIaEI/AAAAAAAABHc/dvM-ro3dqTk/s1600-h/P1000411%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000411" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0izixKH1I/AAAAAAAABHg/jA0Hgg9FGxM/P1000411_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000411" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And she realize she don’t like wine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0i0oBuOhI/AAAAAAAABHk/LGFrk8TV6Nw/s1600-h/P1000413%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000413" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0i1TOby4I/AAAAAAAABHo/npup9BT3-7o/P1000413_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000413" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Camwhored again seeing now everyone is FINALLY here and made me realise how big my head is. So we tried again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0i3JMADsI/AAAAAAAABHs/ESYHypv7HUQ/s1600-h/P1000414%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000414" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0i31pevmI/AAAAAAAABHw/08SGOOisPUY/P1000414_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000414" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes! I looked so much smaller! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0i5VwA36I/AAAAAAAABH0/-n7K57FS_ks/s1600-h/P1000433%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000433" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0i6SMyRuI/AAAAAAAABH4/W_S5Z4LGOyw/P1000433_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000433" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pearlyn&amp;nbsp; tried to be a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0i7jgfGxI/AAAAAAAABH8/0Aa4kmyEuSQ/s1600-h/P1000447%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000447" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0i8QxQ1ZI/AAAAAAAABIA/HqxDrMKQWOk/P1000447_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000447" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tried to be Rock Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0i9JbPhAI/AAAAAAAABIE/hDjRHfs084Q/s1600-h/P1000443%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000443" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0i-KlAW4I/AAAAAAAABII/27u8K6GtQRU/P1000443_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000443" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tried to minic Snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0i_Mnq_-I/AAAAAAAABIM/tnn7v7_d598/s1600-h/P1000453%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000453" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jAe0YqyI/AAAAAAAABIQ/WE_FIszTXWw/P1000453_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000453" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And used Snake as a hair-dryer. &lt;br /&gt;I think she is &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;DRUNK&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jBg68RsI/AAAAAAAABIU/Bf-m0D6SnQw/s1600-h/P1000445%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000445" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jCeDSwhI/AAAAAAAABIY/asQwYmwTLkA/P1000445_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000445" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nat tried to give Snake hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jD12ddSI/AAAAAAAABIc/gMiCsjcvwSU/s1600-h/P1000450%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000450" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jEqhflQI/AAAAAAAABIg/ghvEiUlH6yY/P1000450_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000450" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tried to pose with Snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jFho7xtI/AAAAAAAABIk/ZNEbYgMMH9Q/s1600-h/P1000451%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000451" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jGX7HUaI/AAAAAAAABIo/wTEfEovevZk/P1000451_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000451" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tried to kill Pearlyn with Snake.&lt;br /&gt;I think she is in &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; with Snake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;? Just continue drinking lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jHQjKelI/AAAAAAAABIs/NoyF_EONUSQ/s1600-h/P1000415%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000415" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jICLbrQI/AAAAAAAABIw/kT9nNCTDIVs/P1000415_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000415" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Drinking…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jJDolLUI/AAAAAAAABI0/fXJSHUTH9Ps/s1600-h/P1000423%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000423" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jKMbPPEI/AAAAAAAABI4/e9JUb-5vX8w/P1000423_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000423" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Still drinking…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jKxyuSXI/AAAAAAAABI8/QRcz4MgRo4I/s1600-h/P1000424%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000424" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jLthnI7I/AAAAAAAABJA/wOwn2vq2SuU/P1000424_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000424" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I don’t like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;My version of Cannibal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jMwgSeTI/AAAAAAAABJE/hgZ-enE8P5M/s1600-h/P1000469%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000469" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jNrTU0HI/AAAAAAAABJI/g6Azwirwiew/P1000469_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000469" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to eat them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jO1QzuiI/AAAAAAAABJM/PJbOgwcAQbQ/s1600-h/P1000470%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000470" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jQA2CtrI/AAAAAAAABJQ/ArcHp_8lG80/P1000470_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000470" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nearer and Nearer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jSBheFZI/AAAAAAAABJU/XvMHNZtgg5Q/s1600-h/P1000471%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000471" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jTRHu09I/AAAAAAAABJY/CfuSCHtcYEs/P1000471_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000471" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Killed by dandruff! Bad hair day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Their version of Caught by Paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jVGUA1-I/AAAAAAAABJc/N98_vZkR82E/s1600-h/P1000475%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000475" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jWLDf5HI/AAAAAAAABJg/qDoWrWD66t0/P1000475_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000475" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In a silent night, they were sleeping soundly. Suddenly, the door opened! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jZQiiNTI/AAAAAAAABJk/aYDK0HslWPc/s1600-h/P1000490%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000490" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0ja60eibI/AAAAAAAABJo/q6MKm7a5nL4/P1000490_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000490" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They still didn't realize it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jcS2Om-I/AAAAAAAABJs/fWT8tSrxpYs/s1600-h/P1000491%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000491" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jdQ-d4WI/AAAAAAAABJw/nJskS3aORlg/P1000491_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000491" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They noticed and they started posing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0je4ob9JI/AAAAAAAABJ0/ipVchZ5TTHg/s1600-h/P1000500%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000500" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jf9rAeHI/AAAAAAAABJ4/XYmSFfq4mMc/P1000500_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: inline;" title="P1000500" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Don’t take my photos!” They said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jhJLOmFI/AAAAAAAABJ8/YzWTQwcgrDA/s1600-h/P1000501%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000501" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0ji41iEHI/AAAAAAAABKA/djp0QHnSs3w/P1000501_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: inline;" title="P1000501" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Focus on the head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jke3CT6I/AAAAAAAABKE/Plz4sd0BnPY/s1600-h/P1000508%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000508" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jle-xw5I/AAAAAAAABKI/YwBPRdtRpkg/P1000508_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: inline;" title="P1000508" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The scandal: Whose hands and whose legs? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jnNNRcQI/AAAAAAAABKM/o7aT-SPKnBw/s1600-h/P1000510%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000510" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jondjuqI/AAAAAAAABKQ/CIV-fVmNz08/P1000510_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: inline;" title="P1000510" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Still going on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jpNmzq1I/AAAAAAAABKU/ui33PdaEr_8/s1600-h/P1000513%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000513" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0jqPdyuAI/AAAAAAAABKY/w_-2yWECM7E/P1000513_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: inline;" title="P1000513" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And they turned off the lights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all. I hope I was funny! :) Will not be blogging for a while since I going to my class Chalet. Will update when I am back, but no promises, I need to pack for NS! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Till then and remember, click the ads. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-3474716816213808862?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3474716816213808862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/12/crazy-stayover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/3474716816213808862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/3474716816213808862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/12/crazy-stayover.html' title='Crazy Stayover!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/ST0hnz_2hMI/AAAAAAAABDs/TzuHL7Zi2Ic/s72-c/chocolate-martini_thumb.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-2264115219271902955</id><published>2008-12-03T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:14:59.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch, Camera, Glamour! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PHOTO HEAVY POST!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sunday saw me at Suntec City's Kushinbo Buffet with T-shirt with Berms and Slippers because I had no idea I was going there as it was a surprise belated birthday celebration for me! :) Very very underdressed because my two best friends were wearing long sleeve shirt and jeans/long pants, so desperate times call for desperate measures, I changed into my prom shirt. LOL    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buffet was ok, with a lot of choices to choose from but it was somewhat similar to Sakura in my opinion but the quality of food is much better. :) &lt;br /&gt;Here’s some photos! &lt;br /&gt;So I went with…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbB1MlM9DI/AAAAAAAAA70/aTzHjYpVs4g/s1600-h/DSC006002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00600" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbB1kNhbrI/AAAAAAAAA74/h5zY-mygC5M/DSC00600_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC00600" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chiam Quan Yuan! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbB2uvG7FI/AAAAAAAAA78/skuhrX-UfCI/s1600-h/DSC006022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00602" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbB3LvJTXI/AAAAAAAAA8A/t3qHAK5Wb24/DSC00602_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC00602" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Benny Tan!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbB3xynu2I/AAAAAAAAA8E/dEJt1m1iv14/s1600-h/DSC006042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00604" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbB4spA3hI/AAAAAAAAA8I/gJLb2vUxGxg/DSC00604_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC00604" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With a very retarded face of me with the dessert! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbB5dREO8I/AAAAAAAAA8M/abZIl_hC1dg/s1600-h/DSC0059915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00599" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbB6HvmZ2I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/U9CerdXAIXY/DSC00599_thumb13.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC00599" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yummy! :) I love Japanese food, especially Sushi! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbB6i20h0I/AAAAAAAAA8U/uRk4X4GCbNQ/s1600-h/DSC006032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00603" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCBTZgysI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/qNDP9u-Ot8o/DSC00603_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC00603" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Benny blamed us for eating cheap food, so he took more expensive stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCCORiQTI/AAAAAAAAA8c/IewYWnaiCYo/s1600-h/DSC006092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00609" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCC-pVepI/AAAAAAAAA8g/IbgIkpS7O2A/DSC00609_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC00609" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Desserts(read:&amp;nbsp; Cellulite, carbohydrates and many more calories.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCDl94lHI/AAAAAAAAA8k/6yiCYtJntyE/s1600-h/DSC006152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00615" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCFzBppHI/AAAAAAAAA8o/wXLt7J1k_hA/DSC00615_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC00615" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And of course a group shot to top it all! :)&lt;br /&gt;And that is not all! Pamela came after that with a gigantic cake which she bakes, as usual, and it was really really nice, despite her saying that she don’t even dares eats it and my birthday present, a NUM slippers! &lt;br /&gt;We went NewUrbanMale to get my slippers changed because it was too big and Qy decided to try on a shirt there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCGs2Q6CI/AAAAAAAAA8s/7JsnO6Y_Zz0/s1600-h/DSC006212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00621" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCHPBDysI/AAAAAAAAA8w/UUpyh2jy1_Y/DSC00621_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC00621" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tada! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:PROM@Shangri-La"&gt;PROM@Shangri-La&lt;/a&gt; ! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Prom was amazing, it was nice seeing everyone after A levels and in such fabulous and glamorous conditions and the food was great, I think, seeing we paid 60 bucks and its a 5 star Hotel, enough said about food, I didn’t even eat much. Taking photos are priority during proms! So here go nothing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCH3eR38I/AAAAAAAAA80/kfHhfzGmlpQ/s1600-h/P10002782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000278" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCRuP0hoI/AAAAAAAAA84/uNcLwada0pE/P1000278_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000278" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07S08 Guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCUCe-wkI/AAAAAAAAA88/wTwqPhaLqUM/s1600-h/P10002792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000279" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCU6dwo4I/AAAAAAAAA9A/wO1hejXciIM/P1000279_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000279" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A rose among the thorns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCVgBn1MI/AAAAAAAAA9E/eat4K9dSo6M/s1600-h/P10002912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000291" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCWK-PZzI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Ct5xy7Q2Gck/P1000291_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000291" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desmy,biyun,abbie,chingwei and me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCW_UgbGI/AAAAAAAAA9M/NFfJ0_c76CU/s1600-h/P10002812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000281" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCXr4qP_I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/V4IG8DVzPes/P1000281_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000281" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;07S08 Girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCYTQpg2I/AAAAAAAAA9U/2HiP7UK4M08/s1600-h/P10002922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000292" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCZCONq2I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/5fPNrBPzQys/P1000292_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000292" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;pearlyn.biyun.xinyi.abbie.simon.me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCZ4qId7I/AAAAAAAAA9c/d54Tm1uJlI4/s1600-h/P10003202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000320" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCaqUf4UI/AAAAAAAAA9g/XYzhOwM3fyQ/P1000320_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000320" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jk wasn’t there we positioned ourselves for the shoot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCbbHOH3I/AAAAAAAAA9k/xKaQwiJ_vWM/s1600-h/P10003492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1000349" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCb_jlseI/AAAAAAAAA9o/u1J5Uo2wLFs/P1000349_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="P1000349" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;C-cube having fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCcnkuOhI/AAAAAAAAA9s/RSQ3Ob05rxc/s1600-h/ptamanda2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt amanda" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCdF6nw2I/AAAAAAAAA9w/56RRihKCc1A/ptamanda_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt amanda" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Amanda and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCduFNnuI/AAAAAAAAA90/NhdCj2hvjJU/s1600-h/ptarron2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt arron" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCeeU4cxI/AAAAAAAAA94/Rc7Yy-MNAPI/ptarron_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt arron" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Arron and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCfAiZg9I/AAAAAAAAA98/cmqa_jACS14/s1600-h/ptbryanrashal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt bryan rashal" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCf3KmxsI/AAAAAAAAA-E/CHFzxCYxKpU/ptbryanrashal_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt bryan rashal" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bryan, Rashal and Me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCgV5SqzI/AAAAAAAAA-I/lHaicF68CLc/s1600-h/ptby32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt by 3" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCg8NNrRI/AAAAAAAAA-M/ZJwcgxrdl44/ptby3_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt by 3" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Biyun and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbChqGFAuI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/6wJQ_IT2Kes/s1600-h/ptclement2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt clement" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCiXz4DyI/AAAAAAAAA-U/J7ccSzDdT28/ptclement_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt clement" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Clement and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCi_nqdpI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/18qxgHOevG0/s1600-h/ptelwin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt elwin" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCjrfW4eI/AAAAAAAAA-c/-3MwUhlc6eQ/ptelwin_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt elwin" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Elwin and Me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCkN-HGhI/AAAAAAAAA-g/PVHKpqUuGL8/s1600-h/ptfionaabbie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt fiona abbie" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCk2StNLI/AAAAAAAAA-k/wtFW96Rc52g/ptfionaabbie_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt fiona abbie" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fiona, Abbie and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbClXRZ_VI/AAAAAAAAA-o/toBRs0xfHZ4/s1600-h/pths2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt hs" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCmdd2U0I/AAAAAAAAA-s/3bjsyFcroK8/pths_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt hs" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Huishin and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCm0rQpNI/AAAAAAAAA-w/zXrkif1-g3Y/s1600-h/ptivy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt ivy" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCnptJwiI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oJClxmI6Mns/ptivy_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt ivy" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ivy and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCoS_nQEI/AAAAAAAAA-4/KjmJCYM3VAU/s1600-h/ptjasmine2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt jasmine" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCo8cdSsI/AAAAAAAAA-8/RMs6baffCD0/ptjasmine_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt jasmine" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCpcvvJ4I/AAAAAAAAA_A/AWJ41emmAFA/s1600-h/ptjean11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt jean" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCqVBFMtI/AAAAAAAAA_E/iAS4oijJKyg/ptjean_thumb9.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt jean" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jean and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCrGZuarI/AAAAAAAAA_I/mA1566dVrIY/s1600-h/ptjh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt jh" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCrnt1g6I/AAAAAAAAA_M/cQAGR1qYsSM/ptjh_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt jh" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jieheng and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCsU7M35I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/rjXTbQ4gokI/s1600-h/ptjk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt jk" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCtGdF5BI/AAAAAAAAA_U/mn_-mTc_GAc/ptjk_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt jk" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jing Kang and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCtjNDUPI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/mOZxHAdDjqc/s1600-h/ptjm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt jm" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCu7NXWfI/AAAAAAAAA_c/_upwEVaQU8A/ptjm_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt jm" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jiamin and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCwJQLU9I/AAAAAAAAA_g/TXHh6uZpQ2Y/s1600-h/ptjoel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt joel" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCwhZNzkI/AAAAAAAAA_k/rmIVoal7qz0/ptjoel_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt joel" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Joel and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCxPIw-tI/AAAAAAAAA_o/zQozSLGbJRU/s1600-h/ptkim2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt kim" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCx6Vy_sI/AAAAAAAAA_s/IMrqaQvWV9g/ptkim_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt kim" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kimberly and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCysHRGtI/AAAAAAAAA_w/fnNZS-PjwN4/s1600-h/ptlk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt lk" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCzG_pjZI/AAAAAAAAA_0/zULWzpEd8O0/ptlk_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt lk" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lawrence Koh and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbCzmnCARI/AAAAAAAAA_4/4N3freQPiWc/s1600-h/ptlx22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt lx2" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbC1AFqXZI/AAAAAAAAA_8/YiwRSMIIbJ0/ptlx2_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt lx2" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Laixing and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbC13OPH4I/AAAAAAAABAA/KclzDMlpODI/s1600-h/ptma2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt ma" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbC2oUcBWI/AAAAAAAABAE/-1FQreu5RJs/ptma_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt ma" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mahmudah and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbC3Q0ed2I/AAAAAAAABAI/99BnNPjsgOA/s1600-h/ptmaggie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt maggie" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbC37k4_5I/AAAAAAAABAM/Q_JG0-7sMtU/ptmaggie_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt maggie" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Maggie and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbC4t9SnaI/AAAAAAAABAQ/0QDP3AMCdj8/s1600-h/ptmai2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt mai" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbC5hKFijI/AAAAAAAABAU/KJw9HQCN5ZI/ptmai_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt mai" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mai and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbC6XlZzFI/AAAAAAAABAY/H_Cip7AYgLE/s1600-h/ptmichele2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt michele" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbC7GQRcLI/AAAAAAAABAc/WYNkCBGHqps/ptmichele_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt michele" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Michele and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbC7lSwRsI/AAAAAAAABAg/gTjRcVfHFas/s1600-h/ptmisslimabbie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt miss lim abbie" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbC8U7b67I/AAAAAAAABAk/ITgrWFVQrsM/ptmisslimabbie_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt miss lim abbie" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lim, abbie and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbC9Wg5WFI/AAAAAAAABAo/CLrBXIkMhhw/s1600-h/ptmissyew2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt miss yew" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbC95Voi7I/AAAAAAAABAs/o6L00ncDYwc/ptmissyew_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt miss yew" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Miss Yew and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbC-agkWPI/AAAAAAAABAw/ZPeqDLnbRA8/s1600-h/ptml2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt ml" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbC_CnFpxI/AAAAAAAABA0/iXCyLywghio/ptml_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt ml" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Meiling and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbC_oM3HAI/AAAAAAAABA4/BSMSXvmYXjg/s1600-h/ptpj2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt pj" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDAKrPmbI/AAAAAAAABA8/iAhVaGDcYWI/ptpj_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt pj" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Peijie and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDA1PC0lI/AAAAAAAABBA/dunyO-uM6dU/s1600-h/ptpt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt pt" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDBmLk3rI/AAAAAAAABBE/P61uS4DvTN8/ptpt_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt pt" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamela and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDCfpEvuI/AAAAAAAABBI/1Y6i3oNoJH0/s1600-h/ptqx2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt qx" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDC4jpdGI/AAAAAAAABBM/LfEdOyNiQAw/ptqx_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt qx" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Qixuan and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDD2vfZbI/AAAAAAAABBQ/ewZtoGc1fW8/s1600-h/ptrubinapearl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt rubina pearl" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDEo0lwaI/AAAAAAAABBU/brRaI-SVcSY/ptrubinapearl_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt rubina pearl" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rubini, Pearlyn and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDFV-r_cI/AAAAAAAABBY/kOZmO2W_W2c/s1600-h/ptsarah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt sarah" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDF-V_tQI/AAAAAAAABBc/u-oQn5UCzIY/ptsarah_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt sarah" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sarah and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDGvkYwWI/AAAAAAAABBg/oa_Ej6UKfsM/s1600-h/ptshirlyn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt shirlyn" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDHDvSNuI/AAAAAAAABBk/9BTc4UY5et0/ptshirlyn_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt shirlyn" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shirlyn and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDHnXjSTI/AAAAAAAABBo/lFjajNgPDkA/s1600-h/ptshunping2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt shunping" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDIcgSRfI/AAAAAAAABBs/vKtAyO3pOsk/ptshunping_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt shunping" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shunping and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDIxMvbZI/AAAAAAAABBw/-OD0gb5ilsY/s1600-h/ptsq2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt sq" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDJR8snuI/AAAAAAAABB0/FxTuNTClWKo/ptsq_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt sq" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuqing and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDKHf-w9I/AAAAAAAABB4/uaq-JAJtRxE/s1600-h/ptwk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt wk" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDKm51ldI/AAAAAAAABB8/6xhxcgZqArQ/ptwk_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt wk" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekeng and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDLVTqxrI/AAAAAAAABCA/JyzOkReW2LM/s1600-h/ptxw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt xw" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDMSnmWpI/AAAAAAAABCE/YqogtjxXtMA/ptxw_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt xw" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaowei and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDMx2N09I/AAAAAAAABCI/IewGu2Wl0cg/s1600-h/ptxy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt xy" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDNuGVhVI/AAAAAAAABCM/Jfze7HqO8xs/ptxy_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt xy" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Xinyi and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDODt9g-I/AAAAAAAABCQ/CBoSaYzAJAI/s1600-h/ptyh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt yh" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDO_muD5I/AAAAAAAABCU/1LgwPL_TdNk/ptyh_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt yh" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yihua and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDQ_h2OAI/AAAAAAAABCg/9tIWbzqNwsE/s1600-h/ptzx2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt zx" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDRUT6nlI/AAAAAAAABCk/_nycVA2wpOc/ptzx_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt zx" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Zhengxiang and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a &lt;b&gt;Tribute &lt;/b&gt;to the seniors who crashed our porm! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDSJfZ_pI/AAAAAAAABCo/E-_0rAewoqg/s1600-h/ptbel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt bel" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDS0LvOzI/AAAAAAAABCs/ed465vTXX1U/ptbel_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt bel" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bel and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDTSlMQaI/AAAAAAAABCw/DpzcTPSfoco/s1600-h/ptbryan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt bryan" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDUEEYjwI/AAAAAAAABC0/bqQoQI-NEBE/ptbryan_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt bryan" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bryan and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDUyDkVLI/AAAAAAAABC4/FQ1dlMpogUY/s1600-h/ptcd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt cd" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDV9_mmiI/AAAAAAAABC8/r7ZtRx_U_dA/ptcd_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt cd" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chengdi and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDXL-2CaI/AAAAAAAABDA/0SjK19I2Y2E/s1600-h/ptzr5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt zr" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDXxRKQcI/AAAAAAAABDE/q7QBMNcugHM/ptzr_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt zr" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Zhongru and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDYSTVNZI/AAAAAAAABDI/m4pQJjsHq7o/s1600-h/ptmummy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt mummy" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDZOCj6HI/AAAAAAAABDM/Pr2W-zEQpSY/ptmummy_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt mummy" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDZ4EldcI/AAAAAAAABDQ/PuUzIU8cOC8/s1600-h/ptbenja5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt benja" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDa5_vc2I/AAAAAAAABDU/-ILGXa0IQFI/ptbenja_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt benja" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDbggjX7I/AAAAAAAABDY/H5xu79ajSRU/s1600-h/ptandseniors2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="pt and seniors!" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDcX27IOI/AAAAAAAABDc/yQqZEMLsptg/ptandseniors_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="pt and seniors!" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Seniors and Me! &lt;br /&gt;And lastly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDdDzTBMI/AAAAAAAABDg/7konGtp3o80/s1600-h/bobo%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="bobo" border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbDeKzdGYI/AAAAAAAABDk/6A5KxPDHv1Q/bobo_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: inline;" title="bobo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearlyn bobo who is busy preparing for her exams! Just know that we are always thinking of you and you are never, never alone! :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it for now, I guess you must be quite sick of seeing my big smile. Enjoy your holidays! :) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-2264115219271902955?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2264115219271902955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/12/lunch-camera-glamour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/2264115219271902955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/2264115219271902955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/12/lunch-camera-glamour.html' title='Lunch, Camera, Glamour! :)'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/STbB1kNhbrI/AAAAAAAAA74/h5zY-mygC5M/s72-c/DSC00600_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-7663711894734568765</id><published>2008-12-02T04:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T04:58:55.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in action</title><content type='html'>Yes! I finally found my prom shirt! But its bought from a sale which makes it even better because its cheap and good! :) What a steal.&lt;br /&gt;Chalet was okay, it was good to see part of the council back again and hang out again. We had potluck the first night which was quite good, I guess, beats bbq hands down, no need for cooking, dirty hands with charcoal and burnt food and just ready made food. Yeah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a lot of bridge and the majority of the guys played Halo on the Xbox. I still can't stand FPS games, gives me a headache just looking at the screen so I steered clear this time. :) Arcade was damn fun because of the stupid ghost-bashing machine right at the entrance, my arms ache like hell after that. I didn't know a kids game can be so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Get Smart and Blades of Glory which are both very funny, especially Get Smart, which I think the script was very well-written and the jokes are quite original, while Blades of Glory, no doubt funny, but some parts are just so gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for home earlier since they wanted to go cycling and I am not a fan of cycling so I went home early with abbie. The mrt are so crowded but somethings will never change, there will always be couple making out in the cabin and abbie even saw one from JJ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the time, I should go to sleep. Come back soon to see my updates on my &lt;b&gt;Stay over&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Belated&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Birthday Celebration &lt;/b&gt;and of course &lt;b&gt;Prom&lt;/b&gt;! :) Do help me &lt;b&gt;click &lt;/b&gt;on the &lt;b&gt;ad &lt;/b&gt;on the side of the bar. Wait for it to load! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-7663711894734568765?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7663711894734568765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-in-action.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/7663711894734568765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/7663711894734568765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-in-action.html' title='Back in action'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-2111739681505341961</id><published>2008-11-26T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T16:51:34.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break</title><content type='html'>Off to Chalet with my beloved councillors until the 28th!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-2111739681505341961?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2111739681505341961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/2111739681505341961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/2111739681505341961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/break.html' title='Break'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-619758754767329384</id><published>2008-11-20T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:36:11.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new life (updated)</title><content type='html'>OMG! I love life after As! I can do anything I want and I don't have to feel guilty that I am not studying about anything, I can watch ugly betty all day long, I can play games straight, I can go out everyday, I can do so many thing until I get enlisted, but then again, its still going to be fun while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to do something that I never do before! :)&lt;br /&gt;I am going to translate, more like adapt, a chinese novel which I liked a lot to english, so that more people can share my passion for the novel because its very very very nice. If you are a sucker for romance, I strongly strongly encourage you to visit my novel blog @ &lt;a href="http://zindel-.blogspot.com/" style="color: red;"&gt;http://zindel-.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; I will be updating weekly or as fast I can translate, but a minor disclaime, my chinese is just average, so bear with me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala... went to Pearlyn's house today to study with her. LOL. I mean she &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;study&lt;/b&gt;, I &lt;b style="color: lime;"&gt;play&lt;/b&gt;, just to keep her company since I am like so &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;free &lt;/span&gt;and nothing to do and I really enjoyed when we &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;gossiped&lt;/span&gt;, I mean &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;chatted&lt;/span&gt; during the minor breaks she gives herself. I will die if I study like her, hence the difference in result. &lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;MUGGER&lt;/b&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After "studying" at her house, I went dinner with the SGNs, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Benny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Pamela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Somethings just never change and I hope it doesn't, because you two are &lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;perfect &lt;/b&gt;the way you are, period. Believe me on this. I don't lie. :) Dinner with you two is just, I don't know, &lt;b style="color: lime;"&gt;entertaining&lt;/b&gt;(?), and I don't have to put any &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;masks&lt;/b&gt; when I am with you two, its just me, plain old me, what you see is what you get. Yeap. Though I had to miss part of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;不&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;凡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;爱&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but its totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I made a song again! :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ljcmt6037"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;"Crazy Stalker" (Sing in tune to Womanizer) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Superfreak, where you from, why you bug me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I know you got a clue, but why why me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You can play brand new to all the other chicks out here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But I know what you are, what you are, dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Look at you gettin' more than just a re-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Baby you got all the puppets with their strings up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Fakin' like a good one, but I call 'em like I see 'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I know what you are, what you are, dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Crazy Stalker, crazy-crazy stalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You're a crazy stalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Oh, crazy stalker, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You're a crazy stalker, dammit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You, you, you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You, you, you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;crazy stalker, crazy stalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;crazy stalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Boy don't try to front, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Know just, just, what you are, ah, ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Boy don't try to front, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Know just, just, what you are, ah, ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You gave me love notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Think it's so charming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But I don't like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You crazy stalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Boy don't try to front, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Know just, just, what you are, ah, ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Boy don't try to front, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Know just, just, what you are, ah, ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You say you like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I think you crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You're nothing but a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;crazy stalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Freak-o, you try to look at me through the partition &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Too bad for you, you just can't find the right companion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I guess when you have one too many makes it hard, it could be easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Who you are, that's just who you are, dammit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;MacDonald, must mistake me, you're the sucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;To think that I would be a victim, not another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Say it, play it, how you wanna, but no way I'm ever gonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Fall for you, never you, dammit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;crazy stalker,crazy-crazy stalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You're a crazy stalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Oh, crazy stalker, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You're a crazy stalker, dammit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You, you, you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You, you, you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;crazy stalker, crazy stalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;crazy stalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Boy don't try to front, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Know just, just, what you are, ah, ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Boy don't try to front, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Know just, just, what you are, ah, ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You gave me love notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Think it's so charming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But I don't like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You crazy stalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Boy don't try to front, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Know just, just, what you are, ah, ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Boy don't try to front, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Know just, just, what you are, ah, ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You say you like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I think you crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You're nothing but a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;crazy stalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Maybe if we both lived in a different world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It would be all good and maybe I could be your girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But I can't, 'cause we don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;crazy stalker, crazy-crazy stalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You're a crazy stalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Oh, crazy stalker, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You're a crazy stalker, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today, I guess. Visit  &lt;a href="http://zindel-.blogspot.com/" style="color: red;"&gt;http://zindel-.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; when you have the time. :) First chapter will be up very soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-619758754767329384?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/619758754767329384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/619758754767329384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/619758754767329384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-life.html' title='A new life (updated)'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-2710934755174516863</id><published>2008-11-19T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:54:54.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just go away</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I cannot stand it anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't freaking want to care anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why do I try so hard, if you don't care, don't care?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why should I even bother to do anything?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thought you will be happy, but you will never be, never be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know I am not doing the best I could, but I am trying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really am, but you don't understand, you never did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just go away, just go away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You don't know how much those words can hurt,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You don't know how hard my heart bleeds,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You never know, you never know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just go away, just go away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You make me just want to give up, right here, right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing I do is worth anything at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You used to be my motivation, but that was the past, the past.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now I wish you will just go away, just go away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Or I will run away, run away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So you can't insult everything I believe in,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;destroy my dream, destroy my hope,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;eradicate my very existence.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I cannot bring myself to say I hate you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;You know, I bet you don't know,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you are the only one that could break me down.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-2710934755174516863?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2710934755174516863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/2710934755174516863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/2710934755174516863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-go-away.html' title='Just go away'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-1950779396601913355</id><published>2008-11-18T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:38:34.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal or no deal?</title><content type='html'>I don't know whether its a good thing or bad thing that I studied most of the time __ ____&lt;br /&gt;Talking to ___ can be scary. One moment it can be ok, another we can end up snapping at each other, which is still a surprise to me too, since I think my temper had been rather mild of late as compared to my secondary school days. I think I just deal differently with ________ relationship &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, maybe its just to ___ that it is making all the difference. ___ can blow up any matter and dig stuff from the past where I always wish to forget. I find no point in clinging onto the past where nothing can be changed when I already acknowledge and accepted and learnt my lesson, I really don't think there is a point to go on and on and on, when, I repeat and emphasize, it cant be changed unless, which I really don't mind, time can turn back and I can then change the faithful event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very infruiaiting and giving me a headache and a huge dose of angst. Even, Ugly Betty, the show that I had been hooked on this morning, with its funny cast and equally funny story can't douse and burst the huge bubble of angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I so don't need this right now when I am reaching my last lap of the race. I cant deal with this right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-1950779396601913355?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1950779396601913355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/deal-or-no-deal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1950779396601913355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1950779396601913355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/deal-or-no-deal.html' title='Deal or no deal?'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-2019091846549567916</id><published>2008-11-17T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:50:35.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flawed</title><content type='html'>Today's Biology paper just showed how &lt;b&gt;flawed &lt;/b&gt;our education system is. The application word in the application paper is just a joke, there is &lt;b&gt;NOTHING&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;NIL&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;ZIL, ZIT &lt;/b&gt;application about that paper. Everything is just to &lt;b&gt;memorize &lt;/b&gt;and you get your &lt;b&gt;A. &lt;/b&gt;Isn't it so wonderful? No wonder other countries called Singaporean &lt;b&gt;stupid&lt;/b&gt;. You don't need a rocket scientist to tell you why huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not understand all the effort the government and the Ministry of Education put in and then we still get papers like that, it is of &lt;b&gt;utter disappointment&lt;/b&gt;. Not that I will score very high if the paper was really a "application" paper, I don't even think I might score very high for this too, but that is not the main point, the point, what is the &lt;b&gt;POINT &lt;/b&gt;of just letting students memorize answers and get it right for A Levels. Its not like we can memorize how life works and "&lt;b&gt;apply&lt;/b&gt;" it step by step in the real world next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Application", we are supposed to apply what we learn, what I learn is that I should had memorize all the points in the notes to get my A.Yea. Joy, let's go and pop some party poppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When one door closes, another door open. Sometimes, two door closes and none open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-2019091846549567916?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2019091846549567916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/flawed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/2019091846549567916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/2019091846549567916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/flawed.html' title='Flawed'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-5054805820316629354</id><published>2008-11-14T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:52:23.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Vow</title><content type='html'>After watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;不&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;凡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I suddenly to have a urge to blog about, marriage vow. :)&lt;br /&gt;Had you ever heard a marriage vow before, its one of those sweetest thing a husband and wife can say to each other on their wedding day, provided they mean what they say of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3e3e3e; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;On this day, I give you my sacred vow that as your wife/husband, I shall always be there to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;support &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cherish &lt;/span&gt;you, in times of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sickness &lt;/span&gt;and in times of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;health&lt;/span&gt;, in times of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joy &lt;/span&gt;and times of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorrow&lt;/span&gt;, in times of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wealth &lt;/span&gt;or times of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poverty&lt;/span&gt;. I promise to love you unconditionally, and support you in every thing that you do. No matter what this life brings us, I can’t wait to share every single second with you, my beloved.&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, our lives are an empty canvas waiting to be painted with our love. I can’t wait to find out what we can achieve together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is the sample marriage vow, very sweet huh and I am pretty confident that they meant it at that time when they said it together and "I do" is not just a joke. However, thing change, people change with time and tide and fairy tales just don't last forever. Divorce rate had increased with leap and bounds from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.6&lt;/span&gt; in 1997 to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.2&lt;/span&gt; in 2007 according to the &lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;SINGAPORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Yearbook of Statistics 2008"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;People blamed it on various reason:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lack of commitment to the marriage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lack of communication between spouses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Infidelity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abandonment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alcohol Addiction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Substance Abuse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physical Abuse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sexual Abuse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emotional Abuse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inability to manage or resolve conflict&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Personality Differences or ‘irreconcilable differences’&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Differences in personal and career goals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Financial problems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Different expectations about household tasks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Different expectations about having or rearing children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Interference from parents or in-laws&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lack of maturity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intellectual Incompatibility&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sexual Incompatibility&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Insistence of sticking to traditional roles and not allowing room for personal growth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Falling out of love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Religious conversion or religious beliefs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cultural and lifestyle differences&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inability to deal with each other’s petty idiosyncrasies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mental Instability or Mental Illness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Criminal behavior and incarceration for crime&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, for certain reason like abuse and criminal behavior, that is totally acceptable. But for other minor reasons, I think sometimes they should just go back to when they just got married and recite the marriage vow. "&lt;span style="color: #3e3e3e; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;to&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;support&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cherish&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;you, in times of&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sickness&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;and in times of&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;health&lt;/span&gt;, in times of&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;and times of&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorrow&lt;/span&gt;, in times of&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wealth&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;or times of&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poverty&lt;/span&gt;. "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that things aren't usually just so easy, but the fact still exist that it was their decision to get married and in their own freewill. What is the point of marrying when you are going to divorce later? It takes two hands to clap, two wholes to make a marriage and not two halves. I guess people forget about it after a while that they are not just married&amp;nbsp;individual, they are married &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, this is just my random thoughts, so if I offended you somehow, I am very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two &lt;/span&gt;more papers to go! It's just so fast, time just zoom past and I didn't really have time to breathe more but now is just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two &lt;/span&gt;more papers. Everything we studied was just for this three weeks. But I still can't celebrate yet, groans, because there is still one more demon to fight. I will kill biology! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lalala...of course we have people celebrating earlier, romantically, kissing under the stars, I presume. Have fun! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-5054805820316629354?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/5054805820316629354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/marriage-vow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/5054805820316629354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/5054805820316629354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/marriage-vow.html' title='Marriage Vow'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-3636675943850096980</id><published>2008-11-12T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:41:19.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its raining</title><content type='html'>The rain just makes me want to go to sleep and not study anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;I only got 3 papers left and the limited freedom after As is so near and so tempting that I keep wanting to start it earlier, but I have to constantly remind myself, the last few papers are equally or more important as the first few papers.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I will persevere. &lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;By the way, I just enter another contest and I need all of your help! :)  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SRqja2EwunI/AAAAAAAAA7k/ukJ4h2VZ7mc/s1600-h/M1.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I need your votes! And voters can get to win too, so please spread this to your friends to friends of a friends. EVERYONE!   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;span style="font-size: large"&gt;&lt;a href="https://myaspirations.m1.com.sg/"&gt;https://myaspirations.m1.com.sg/       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and select &amp;quot;&lt;b&gt;View Other Aspiration&lt;/b&gt;&amp;quot;, and search for my entry under &lt;b&gt;Zindel Pang &lt;/b&gt;titled, &amp;quot;&lt;b&gt;A funny Doctor&lt;/b&gt;&amp;quot; :) Click the &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Next&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; to search! :)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: red"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large"&gt;PLEASE VOTE FOR ME! :)&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: red"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SRqkuJE1sQI/AAAAAAAAA7s/rU6uxDfZ0EU/s1600-h/M1%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="M1" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="484" alt="M1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SRqkveLiYHI/AAAAAAAAA7w/vubfO-rbjQg/M1_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="623" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I won a contest from youth.sg! :)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Keane's Perfect Symmetry&lt;/b&gt; album! :)     &lt;br /&gt;Though I never heard his songs before, but gathering feedbacks from my friends, he seems not bad. So I am waiting for them to mail it to me. Come on come on.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SRqcqs2BVwI/AAAAAAAAA7c/NgklBx01Zg4/s1600-h/Keane.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SRqcqs2BVwI/AAAAAAAAA7c/NgklBx01Zg4/s320/Keane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;And since they say, joy double and triple when you share it with other people, so I am here to share a very good website.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cornflict.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://cornflict.blogspot.com/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The owner of the blog, dallas, I think, search for online contest usually in singapore and blogs about it and then everyone is free to go enter the contest and maybe win something, like me. After all, most of the contest takes very minimal time. Just send a email and poof, &amp;quot;Hello, is this XXX, you won yourself a YYY!&amp;quot;   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its raining again. &lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-3636675943850096980?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3636675943850096980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-raining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/3636675943850096980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/3636675943850096980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-raining.html' title='Its raining'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SRqkveLiYHI/AAAAAAAAA7w/vubfO-rbjQg/s72-c/M1_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-5852820823740845637</id><published>2008-11-11T11:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:45:40.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want All As</title><content type='html'>Thought of this song on the bus to school today. Enjoy, its adapted from the song, "I Want It All".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ZbJze8rTUs/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ZbJze8rTUs/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I Want All As&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Imagine for everything we ever studied &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Don't you want As? (Maybe)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Can't you see As? (Kinda) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Imagine first report after college &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;I get  the As (A part from me) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Well of course (Yeah right) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;You gotta believe  it (Keep talkin) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;You and I all the As &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;(Sharpay and what's his name)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Sound exciting? (inviting) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Let's do it then (Listening)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Top Student, genius and a Scholarship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;But where do I fit into this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;With you we  can get (get the A?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Think bigger &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Ace Everything? (That's better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Don't you see that bigger is better &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;and better is bigger &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;A  little B is never enough no no no &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't&lt;br /&gt;You want all As!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;You want As, you know that you want As &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;The As and the fortune and more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;You want all As! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;You want As, you know  that you want As &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;You gotta have your As on the cert &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;You want the cert  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Nothing less all the As and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;The cert only giving you the best results  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;(Say it!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;I want all As! I want As I want As want As &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;My name in  lights in roll of honors &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;I want all As!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Can't you see it?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;I'm gonna get As&lt;br /&gt;(*cough*) (I mean us)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think off. I know its a bit off but, heehee. I am not musically inclined so this is the best I can do. :)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-5852820823740845637?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/5852820823740845637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/thought-of-this-song-on-bus-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/5852820823740845637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/5852820823740845637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/thought-of-this-song-on-bus-to-school.html' title='I Want All As'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-1850987849696964304</id><published>2008-11-10T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:15:19.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you thought no more maths...</title><content type='html'>I found this freaking cool video while blog hopping. LOL&lt;br /&gt;It really cool, though its a 15 minutes video and we are supposed to be studying but just let that poor brain of yours take a break for a while and enjoy the wonders of Arthur Benjamin. Really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Here you go. :) If you really feel guilty about watching this video, wake up earlier tomorrow. Hees :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M4vqr3_ROIk&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/M4vqr3_ROIk&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;LOL. I wonder if he can plot graph in his head as well, he can be my GC! :) I bet I will score full marks for maths with him, though there are already people scoring full marks (read: TT) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature was I don't know. Every single time, I feel I am going to fail when I handed in the paper and sometimes I get surprises though, so please give me surprises this time. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-1850987849696964304?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1850987849696964304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-when-you-thought-no-more-maths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1850987849696964304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1850987849696964304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-when-you-thought-no-more-maths.html' title='Just when you thought no more maths...'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-1025826903906037013</id><published>2008-11-09T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:59:47.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Second Wave</title><content type='html'>As the weekend past by in a flash, and I yet wasted another weekend, trying to cram in &lt;b&gt;Othello &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Great&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Expectations &lt;/b&gt;and Chemistry. Its just a big major headache.&amp;nbsp; I wonder if it got anything to do my mom migraine, maybe great brain thinks and feels (&lt;b&gt;pain&lt;/b&gt;) alike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very soon, it will all end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SRbea2H3_wI/AAAAAAAAA7U/0h69iYpiqAg/s1600-h/earth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SRbea2H3_wI/AAAAAAAAA7U/0h69iYpiqAg/s320/earth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like the sun when it stop shining.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like the moon which stop orbiting round the earth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like the earth when it stop spinning.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like a butterfly that stop flapping its wings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like a mother taking her last breath.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-1025826903906037013?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1025826903906037013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/second-wave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1025826903906037013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1025826903906037013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/second-wave.html' title='The Second Wave'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SRbea2H3_wI/AAAAAAAAA7U/0h69iYpiqAg/s72-c/earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-3794697736914765442</id><published>2008-11-08T08:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:24:38.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe, Breathe, Breathe</title><content type='html'>This week is finally over and I managed to barely survived!&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I can start breathing again after Maths Paper 2, it like woah.&lt;br /&gt;The first week is actually a Make or Break week, seeing that 1 H1 and 1 H2 subject had been completely tested and 35% for the other 2 H2 subjects. If you pretty much screwed up the first week, its a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, just like any competition, there will be resurrection rounds, the next 2 weeks, which are very crucial to me, seeing that I screwed up Bio big time, half the time, I wasn't able to understand what the hell the question was talking about, the other half, I was smoking through the paper, hoping the examiner will be lenient and give me the marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, But then again, I am not going to look back to the past about all the revivison that I had not done, because it doesn't help and just freaks me out, I am just going to look infront and do what I can now and salvage as many marks I can get for the next two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is set in stone until the final paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck, everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you haven't seen or heard Britney's new song... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Womanizer &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="345" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/Gj24y9Xg6S/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/Gj24y9Xg6S/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the link for HQ Video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5X8LLNHmThI&amp;amp;feature=related&amp;amp;fmt=18"&gt;Womanizer HQ Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-3794697736914765442?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3794697736914765442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/breathe-breathe-breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/3794697736914765442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/3794697736914765442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/breathe-breathe-breathe.html' title='Breathe, Breathe, Breathe'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-2245761897058321125</id><published>2008-11-05T20:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:02:31.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Shows and Magic</title><content type='html'>Its really random but I thought of this while dozing off to lala land yesterday. People who knows me always know I am fascinated by magic and fantasy but why? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I read &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_potter"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; at a tender young age, I always believe that when I reach &lt;b&gt;11 years old&lt;/b&gt;, I will be transported to school of Hogwarts and learn &lt;b&gt;potions&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;transfiguration, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;spells &lt;/b&gt;and not &lt;b&gt;maths&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;chem &lt;/b&gt;or &lt;b&gt;bio &lt;/b&gt;but when I turned &lt;b&gt;12&lt;/b&gt;, my dreams was crushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started reading and watching &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sabrina,_the_Teenage_Witch_%28TV_series%29" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Sabrina the teenage witch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and realized that the magical number was &lt;b&gt;18 &lt;/b&gt;this time and when I finally turn &lt;b&gt;18 &lt;/b&gt;on my birthday, my two aunts who are &lt;b&gt;witches&lt;/b&gt; will visit me and tell me that I am a &lt;b&gt;warlock&lt;/b&gt;, heehee, but then again, no such thing happen of course, though I really have a &lt;b&gt;wonderful &lt;/b&gt;18th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cried, rolled around and I found myself watching &lt;a href="http://charmed.wikia.com/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Charmed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and realized that maybe magic doesn't come with a age, it comes with &lt;b&gt;witchy siblings &lt;/b&gt;and reading a &lt;b&gt;magical incarnation &lt;/b&gt;under a &lt;b&gt;magical chandelier&lt;/b&gt;. Since I already have one annoying brother, I need another one you see, so I googled and try to &lt;b&gt;adopt a&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;brother &lt;/b&gt;but then, the shocking truth, magic &lt;b&gt;runs &lt;/b&gt;in the &lt;b&gt;family &lt;/b&gt;all the way from your &lt;b&gt;great-great-great-many times grandmother&lt;/b&gt;, if your mom and dad aren't magical, tough luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp; deleted all the episode, thinking everything was just a &lt;b&gt;lie &lt;/b&gt;and I saw &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghost_Whisperer"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Ghost Whisperer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt; on channel 5 and realized that my parents are &lt;b&gt;magical &lt;/b&gt;and living in denial just like how &lt;b&gt;Melissa Gordon&lt;/b&gt;'s mom denies her &lt;b&gt;powers to see ghost&lt;/b&gt;. Sneaky. So I waited for a few more weeks and still nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I googled and found &lt;a href="http://www.pushingdaisiesinsider.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;Pushing Daisies&lt;/a&gt; and Ned's power to &lt;b&gt;wake the dead and make pies &lt;/b&gt;was a gift that he had gotten from young and I apparenty not very young now am I. I &lt;b&gt;sigh &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;sigh &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;sigh &lt;/b&gt;and not &lt;b&gt;giving up&lt;/b&gt;, I found &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buffy_the_Vampire_Slayer_%28TV_series%29" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/a&gt;. My power are just &lt;b&gt;dormant&lt;/b&gt;, waiting to be the &lt;b&gt;Chosen One &lt;/b&gt;some day. So I am not giving up on quest for magic because I just have to wait for some other &lt;b&gt;Chosen One &lt;/b&gt;to die before me and I will be the &lt;b&gt;Chosen One&lt;/b&gt;, maybe I can &lt;b&gt;control time &lt;/b&gt;or &lt;b&gt;fly &lt;/b&gt;or be &lt;b&gt;indestructible&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;and heal all my wounds within seconds, like those people in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heroes_%28TV_series%29" style="color: purple;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I said it was random but those series are the series that I persoanlly liked. Watch them if you have the chance. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, Bio today was just traumatizing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much of this I can take. :(&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know and I, sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-2245761897058321125?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2245761897058321125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-films-and-magic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/2245761897058321125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/2245761897058321125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-films-and-magic.html' title='Of Shows and Magic'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-5220602445762005399</id><published>2008-11-03T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:40:46.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1!</title><content type='html'>LOL. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;IS OVER!&lt;br /&gt;Like that is a major subject.&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;It is still one subject down, like one out of five.&lt;br /&gt;That means &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;FOUR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;more to go.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Everyon can do it! :)&lt;br /&gt;Let's go everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to school after so long reminds me of what I had missed by studying at home. I don't wish to let go any of that. I don't ever want to. Today was just a day for me to remember what I hold dear in my heart and I know and reaffirm that my decision 1 and half year ago was not wrong, it was never wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That is why I don't regret. Not a minute of my life. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-5220602445762005399?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/5220602445762005399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/5220602445762005399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/5220602445762005399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-1.html' title='Day 1!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-6225745616208604600</id><published>2008-11-03T05:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T05:52:25.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Battle Begins.</title><content type='html'>OMG. Its here. &lt;br /&gt;Taking my first exam in like 2 hours. &lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Good luck and all the best everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Troy said in High School Musical 3, its now or never.&lt;br /&gt;Time to just shoot and &lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;SCORE&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-6225745616208604600?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6225745616208604600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/battle-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/6225745616208604600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/6225745616208604600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/battle-begins.html' title='The Battle Begins.'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-3952705307040392991</id><published>2008-10-30T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:46:05.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clock's ticking</title><content type='html'>Tick Tock Tick Tock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Days left!&lt;br /&gt;Its really coming, everytime when I reached this juncture in my life with major test,(except PSLE), I always feel that everything is just a dream and I will wake up from this horrible nightmare of not being prepared for it and most prob not going to score well and I regret at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wonder why I don't listen to myself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wonder how many times must I fail before I start working.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wonder how many regrets can I regret before there is any chance left to regret.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; If I am given another chance at life, will I change it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I seriously think I wont. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am just so bloody annoying. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am glued on another Tv serial after Crime Buster, By My Side. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I think its quite nice! :) And the dog, Pepper is super cute! :) The show got good taste in dogs! :)&lt;br /&gt;And I think the storyline quite nice too! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-3952705307040392991?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3952705307040392991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/clocks-ticking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/3952705307040392991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/3952705307040392991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/clocks-ticking.html' title='Clock&apos;s ticking'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-4724642020425733980</id><published>2008-10-28T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:03:21.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running away</title><content type='html'>Yea! This is my &lt;b&gt;200th POST&lt;/b&gt;! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went running again yea. I am surprised again that I went running again, &lt;b&gt;9 rounds &lt;/b&gt;this time, since I really not sporty or anything, hence the size and hence the need for running. I feel &lt;b&gt;happy &lt;/b&gt;while running, its like there will be &lt;b&gt;nothing &lt;/b&gt;in my mind, (which was quite empty to begin with) and its just put your left foot up, put your right foot up, rinse and repeat. I just &lt;b&gt;dislike &lt;/b&gt;the &lt;b&gt;aftermath &lt;/b&gt;where I go &lt;b&gt;panting&lt;/b&gt;/&lt;b&gt;wheezing&lt;/b&gt;/&lt;b&gt;breathless &lt;/b&gt;and its not a happy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I could just run away from everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. even my own countdown timer is &lt;b&gt;freaking &lt;/b&gt;me out. I still can't believe that there is only &lt;b&gt;5 &lt;/b&gt;days left before As and I am so &lt;b&gt;not prepared &lt;/b&gt;at all. Had a chat with my mother yesterday about my future and breaking the &lt;b&gt;delusional thought &lt;/b&gt;of her thinking I will get all As. &lt;b&gt;LOL&lt;/b&gt;. I told her I can only promise like what, hopefully, 1 A for maths. The rest is... I gave a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly thought of &lt;b&gt;basketball &lt;/b&gt;and then memories came flooding back. I &lt;b&gt;miss &lt;/b&gt;playing basketball actually, though I am &lt;b&gt;not &lt;/b&gt;very &lt;b&gt;proficient &lt;/b&gt;at it and don't know about the &lt;b&gt;rules &lt;/b&gt;at all, that why I never played basketball at all except with my very close friends. I miss playing with &lt;b&gt;benny&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;eugene&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;kenneth&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;quanyuan&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;wenjian&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;yi chuan&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;davin &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;xavier&lt;/b&gt;. They can always &lt;b&gt;tolerate &lt;/b&gt;my mistakes (which are quite frequent), and don't like not choose me for the team because I am the &lt;b&gt;weakest &lt;/b&gt;player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were always meet on &lt;b&gt;sunday morning&lt;/b&gt;, at around 9, &lt;b&gt;quan yuan &lt;/b&gt;will always be &lt;b&gt;late &lt;/b&gt;because he will &lt;b&gt;overslept&lt;/b&gt;, kenneth will usually &lt;b&gt;not come &lt;/b&gt;because he is quite &lt;b&gt;busy &lt;/b&gt;from soccer, &lt;b&gt;yi chuan &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;benny &lt;/b&gt;will usually be there and after playing a while, some of us will &lt;b&gt;buy drinks &lt;/b&gt;from the &lt;b&gt;mama shop &lt;/b&gt;nearby while we &lt;b&gt;chill &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;relax &lt;/b&gt;and benny will always bring &lt;b&gt;cards &lt;/b&gt;and just &lt;b&gt;play &lt;/b&gt;for fun. After resting, we will continue a while and then we go for &lt;b&gt;lunch&lt;/b&gt;. Life pretty much &lt;b&gt;simple &lt;/b&gt;last time, huh. I still remember we had a match with some &lt;b&gt;army guys &lt;/b&gt;we met on the court, I can't remember whether we lost or not, I don't remember playing too, more like a spectator or maybe I played. Its all &lt;b&gt;fuzzy&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But now everything stop. Stop, drop and roll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No &lt;/b&gt;more matchs, &lt;b&gt;no &lt;/b&gt;more basketball because everyone is so busy with their own life and A levels of course, or they just didn't ask me to play with them. haha. I miss those days... missing those good old days, not saying that my life is pretty much sucky now, its just different, like two different planes on a vertial axis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-4724642020425733980?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4724642020425733980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/running-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4724642020425733980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4724642020425733980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/running-away.html' title='Running away'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-3575888863249104568</id><published>2008-10-26T18:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:13:20.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweat it out!</title><content type='html'>I went running today. Not jogging but running.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I amaze myself, while left with like &lt;b&gt;7 days and 4 hours left&lt;/b&gt;, I still take up time to go &lt;b&gt;running&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to &lt;b&gt;lose weight &lt;/b&gt;before I go &lt;b&gt;ns &lt;/b&gt;and if I start exercising after A's, it will be &lt;b&gt;too late &lt;/b&gt;to remove all the &lt;b&gt;excess baggage &lt;/b&gt;everywhere and its a welcome distraction from studying. lalala.&lt;br /&gt;Though I didn't run very long because half-way around the estate and I feel like &lt;b&gt;puking&lt;/b&gt;. Must be the &lt;b&gt;green&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;bean soup &lt;/b&gt;that I drank hours ago. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here to share 2 video! "&lt;b&gt;Can I have this dance&lt;/b&gt;" from &lt;b&gt;High School Musical 3&lt;/b&gt;. Not exactly a fan of HSM series but this particular song and video just caught my attention. Its quite &lt;b&gt;nice &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;sweet &lt;/b&gt;even for non-fans of the series.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="261" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/69XRWvPnfJ/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/69XRWvPnfJ/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="261" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Can I Have This Dance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;by &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Zac Efron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; (Mr-sorry-I-got-a-bushy-girlfriend)&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Vanessa Hudgens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Miss-bushy-in-all-the-wrong-place) Its a inside joke! :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Love Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The music video aint that impressive as I though it would be but its still kinda nice too! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SboDTd-AFO0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SboDTd-AFO0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-3575888863249104568?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3575888863249104568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweat-it-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/3575888863249104568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/3575888863249104568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweat-it-out.html' title='Sweat it out!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-7072822508087914062</id><published>2008-10-25T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:38:49.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day</title><content type='html'>Today is a bad day because my brain seems to malfunction (more worse than ever) today.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very not &lt;b&gt;productive &lt;/b&gt;day because I keep &lt;b&gt;falling asleep &lt;/b&gt;while trying to absorb &lt;b&gt;cells&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;nucleus &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;DNA&lt;/b&gt; from my bio notes and apparently nothing seems to go through the &lt;b&gt;thick skull &lt;/b&gt;of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need a miracle. and quick. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, my father have to come home with the fabulous news that I have received my enlistment letter. There no avoiding it now, no more denial. I am going in on the &lt;b&gt;12th of December&lt;/b&gt;. :( Its so early. So much for &lt;b&gt;freedom &lt;/b&gt;after A levels and my plans to work and &lt;b&gt;relief teach &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Orientation&lt;/b&gt;! :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, at least I will &lt;b&gt;ORD &lt;/b&gt;early in two years time. JOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WOW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-7072822508087914062?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7072822508087914062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/7072822508087914062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/7072822508087914062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-day.html' title='Bad day'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-1424872676902422893</id><published>2008-10-23T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:58:44.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Bunny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate studying.&lt;br /&gt;HI!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, haven't been blogging because my &lt;b&gt;mom &lt;/b&gt;have been &lt;b&gt;eying my &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;every movement &lt;/b&gt;nowadays because she wants to make sure I am not using the com. haha, too bad, now she is busy &lt;b&gt;watching her&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;favorite show &lt;/b&gt;on &lt;b&gt;cable(&lt;/b&gt;Thank god, cable was invented)&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;so here I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SQCMVp1y3uI/AAAAAAAAAr8/RIAD-7S-bnI/s1600-h/house+bunny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="345" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SQCMVp1y3uI/AAAAAAAAAr8/aEmTGU_4M8c/s400-R/house+bunny.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and this picture shows that I finally seen &lt;b style="background-color: #d5a6bd; color: white;"&gt;the HOUSE BUNNY&lt;/b&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;Its a freaking awesome show and its not just some random chick flick with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SQCOKAh8ylI/AAAAAAAAAsE/HjBoS8-BgXE/s1600-h/butt+shot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SQCOKAh8ylI/AAAAAAAAAsE/LABzf5NBWOE/s320-R/butt+shot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Butt Shot(s)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SQCO2UL1hRI/AAAAAAAAAsc/7prBaKliyeg/s1600-h/and.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SQCO2UL1hRI/AAAAAAAAAsc/bu3FT0POmO0/s320-R/and.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;AND(T)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SQCOerHhIyI/AAAAAAAAAsU/rx3kzD9RWEA/s1600-h/sexy+girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SQCOerHhIyI/AAAAAAAAAsU/TpZjdhW1Ia8/s320-R/sexy+girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sexy Girl(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;to &lt;b&gt;turn on &lt;/b&gt;guys. Its &lt;b&gt;deep &lt;/b&gt;and very very very very very &lt;b&gt;funny&lt;/b&gt;. I think this top my &lt;b&gt;Funniest Movies List &lt;/b&gt;(which don't exist) for 2008! The jokes made are very funny and not as lame as those from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SQCPUDbhgvI/AAAAAAAAAsk/tFVum_beHoY/s1600-h/love+guru.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SQCPUDbhgvI/AAAAAAAAAsk/VfkBc2FG8C8/s320-R/love+guru.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love Guru&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(where you just laugh and forget)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot isn't just as &lt;b&gt;simple &lt;/b&gt;as it seems. You have to &lt;b&gt;watch &lt;/b&gt;and find out. Its all about &lt;b&gt;change &lt;/b&gt;and maybe more &lt;b&gt;changes &lt;/b&gt;than you expect. I really &lt;b&gt;enjoyed &lt;/b&gt;watching every single &lt;b&gt;minute &lt;/b&gt;of the show, starting from the very beginning. There are no &lt;b&gt;cold scenes &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;awkward moments &lt;/b&gt;where you feel like leaving the theater. Its just too good to be true for a movie. I don't mind watching it again if you do want to watch with me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the movies and laughing our stomach out, &lt;b&gt;pearlyn&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;nat &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;me &lt;/b&gt;went for dinner. While I was helping &lt;b&gt;pearlyn &lt;/b&gt;to put &lt;b&gt;chilli &lt;/b&gt;in her food, I accidently put in a whole &lt;b&gt;ladle &lt;/b&gt;of &lt;b&gt;chilli padi &lt;/b&gt;and her &lt;b&gt;noodles&lt;/b&gt; become &lt;b&gt;extremely spicy &lt;/b&gt;afterwards! She even turned &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;red &lt;/b&gt;after eating a few spoonful, I am so &lt;b&gt;SORRY&lt;/b&gt;! I thought she really like &lt;b&gt;chili&lt;/b&gt;. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-1424872676902422893?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1424872676902422893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/house-bunny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1424872676902422893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1424872676902422893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/house-bunny.html' title='House Bunny!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SQCMVp1y3uI/AAAAAAAAAr8/aEmTGU_4M8c/s72-Rc/house+bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-7081892699802678279</id><published>2008-10-20T17:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:54:17.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaders Development Camp!</title><content type='html'>The camp was a hit!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kudos &lt;/b&gt;to the &lt;b&gt;28th &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Mr Leow &lt;/b&gt;for making it so so so so wonderful! &lt;br /&gt;The foam party was held at the green pasture at the library there where donna always wanted to have a pinic there. haha. There were &lt;b&gt;mass dances &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;slow dances &lt;/b&gt;led by &lt;b&gt;jessica &lt;/b&gt;and her classmate, I think. And I saw &lt;b&gt;mummy &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;benja &lt;/b&gt;happily slow dancing away. :)&lt;br /&gt;Short entry, so here are some photos from mummy's blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPxThol-p0I/AAAAAAAAArM/z6fSAZt3XZc/s1600-h/LDC.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPxThol-p0I/AAAAAAAAArM/oZVZb5tq1Mg/s400-R/LDC.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;The FOAM POOL! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPxTkN2ytJI/AAAAAAAAArU/C7Ou1Ik222c/s1600-h/LDC2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPxTkN2ytJI/AAAAAAAAArU/vuesKwJ1XfY/s400-R/LDC2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The many tables that was used to form the pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPxTmJez0nI/AAAAAAAAArc/rQ-hsaFSKrU/s1600-h/LDC3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPxTmJez0nI/AAAAAAAAArc/ykfjP8LXUXI/s400-R/LDC3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The wonderful seniors who came back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPxToQzC5KI/AAAAAAAAArk/DFHt3-W-l_4/s1600-h/LDC4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPxToQzC5KI/AAAAAAAAArk/ucAXSVuMu74/s400-R/LDC4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;The hardworking juniors who brought everyone the foam pool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPxTpvCTkTI/AAAAAAAAArs/5ZpB95hRJSs/s1600-h/notwet.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPxTpvCTkTI/AAAAAAAAArs/cu2MRUE2H_g/s400-R/notwet.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;The seniors who refused to get wet. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPxTrkbknTI/AAAAAAAAAr0/ViCuKerkHnk/s1600-h/27th%21.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPxTrkbknTI/AAAAAAAAAr0/vMQSaIegvhY/s400-R/27th%21.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: cyan;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And the best of all, 27th! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;imisssarahimisselwinimissnatimissdesmyimissamandaimissxinyiimissabbieimissxiaoboimissclementimissjiajunimiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;juenkeatimissneusyhanimissjunhaoimisszhenxiangimissvivenimisschingweiimissevanimisspearlynimissbingqiimissb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;iyunimissyufengimissgeraldimisscherieimissjunjieimissgraceimissshengyongimissjoelimissyuanshengimissjean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-7081892699802678279?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7081892699802678279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/leaders-development-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/7081892699802678279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/7081892699802678279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/leaders-development-camp.html' title='Leaders Development Camp!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPxThol-p0I/AAAAAAAAArM/oZVZb5tq1Mg/s72-Rc/LDC.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-1860893452947908621</id><published>2008-10-19T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T00:29:17.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Outing!</title><content type='html'>Friday was the last day of official school and Mr Leow treated us to ice-cream after having a 10 minutes conversation with us and to tell him anything we want, positive or negative, since he said it won't affect anything. haha, so the class took the chance to tell him &lt;b&gt;NOT &lt;/b&gt;to wear that &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;orange &lt;/span&gt;shirt that he always wore, since it doesn't look nice with his skin colour. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we met up again at five and went to &lt;b&gt;swensons &lt;/b&gt;@ &lt;b&gt;orchard &lt;/b&gt;for our &lt;b&gt;dinner &lt;/b&gt;and shared &lt;b&gt;Earthquake &lt;/b&gt;with the girls and jeremy. &lt;b&gt;YUMMY&lt;/b&gt;. Since the night was still young and no point going home so early, even though A levels was in 2 weeks but that wasn't the main point at that time. (We just wanted to go home late). :p We then proceed to &lt;b&gt;Esplanade&lt;/b&gt;, led by weiqiang, who vaugly knows how to go and along we go on the 2 hours walk there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by the g-max experience thing and were very tempted to try it after the person in charge gave us a discount at &lt;b&gt;$30&lt;/b&gt;, (which I just found out, was &lt;b&gt;NO discount&lt;/b&gt;, it was the &lt;b&gt;student price&lt;/b&gt;.) and &lt;b&gt;buy 4 get 1 free &lt;/b&gt;which still accounted to &lt;b&gt;$24 &lt;/b&gt;per person. (At first, he say we could go for &lt;b&gt;free &lt;/b&gt;with conditions, Either &lt;b&gt;NO harness&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;NO clothes&lt;/b&gt;.) Well, at least he wanted to make it cheaper for us. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking away, the few &lt;b&gt;Caucasians &lt;/b&gt;wanted to buy for us and we were like "wow, really?" Then the person said, "we will buy for you but you have to..." and he gave a very bright grin and we were like, "o. services (&lt;b&gt;SEX&lt;/b&gt;). eww." Of course, they were joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though our original plan was to sit on top of Esplanade and chill but we changed it to eating ice kachang at makan sutra. haha, quite nice but one bowl &lt;b&gt;$2.20&lt;/b&gt;! The guys treated the girls ice-kachang, see we are so nice &lt;b&gt;right&lt;/b&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was then ended with everyone going home and managed to catch the last bus/train so we don't have to resort to taxi, which was very good, since with all the extra charges, anyone could go &lt;b&gt;broke &lt;/b&gt;riding that thing home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have lots of fun. THANKS S08 for the wonderful memories! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-1860893452947908621?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1860893452947908621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/class-outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1860893452947908621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1860893452947908621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/class-outing.html' title='Class Outing!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-9075858339509934824</id><published>2008-10-16T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T00:02:43.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOBO OUTING! (UPDATED)</title><content type='html'>I went out just now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And my countdown timer tells me its &lt;span style=";font-size:x-large;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;MORE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:cyan;"&gt;DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; TO&lt;/span&gt; A LEVELS! &lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It like a annoying alarm clock that doesn't ring. It just snuck into your life slowly and silently and reminding you of the impending doom that is approaching. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just going to make it brief and short because I am very &lt;b&gt;tired &lt;/b&gt;and falling &lt;b&gt;asleep &lt;/b&gt;while I am typing this entry, haha. Had a very &lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 178, 107);font-size:x-large;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;fun &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;time just now at &lt;b&gt;JEC&lt;/b&gt;, dinner @ &lt;b&gt;Pizza Hut &lt;/b&gt;that costs &lt;b&gt;so much ($50+). &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearlyn nearly gave us a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heart attack &lt;/span&gt;while we were still waiting for our food to come and were talking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ghosts&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;camps&lt;/span&gt;, etc when she suddenly made a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sudden jerking movement&lt;/span&gt; accompanied with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loud sound &lt;/span&gt;that sent both nat and me's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jumping &lt;/span&gt;right out of the throat, because she saw her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUS mate&lt;/span&gt;. haha :) We were bored while she was taking so we took our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pulse rate &lt;/span&gt;and realised that she did indeed scared us and made our heart beating more furiously, mine was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;95 &lt;/span&gt;and nat was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;97&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a full stomach and a happy face, we proceed to the next checkpoint, the &lt;b&gt;neoprint machine,&lt;/b&gt; which of course was iniated by me and we chose the cheapest machine since we are all out of cash and we stumpled upon a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$4&lt;/span&gt; machine! :) We actually wanted the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$3&lt;/span&gt; machine but then, it said, "The machine will not display people white shirt properly" and all of us were wearing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;white shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. SIGH. We then took our &lt;b&gt;own sweet time&lt;/b&gt; with the machine since we are the last customer already so the timer just stopped entirely, we only left because the poor uncle had to close down the shop. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. I &lt;b&gt;like &lt;/b&gt;taking neoprint even though I know I am not &lt;b&gt;photogenic &lt;/b&gt;nor &lt;b&gt;good looking &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;fat&lt;/b&gt;. :( And my &lt;b&gt;letter of enlistment&lt;/b&gt; haven't come yet. Yea, that mean more time for &lt;b&gt;denial &lt;/b&gt;that I will &lt;b&gt;NOT &lt;/b&gt;go in DEC. Hope &lt;b&gt;Leon &lt;/b&gt;have more luck with his letter, &lt;b&gt;COMMANDO&lt;/b&gt;! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/JustFate/SPg_Xw71I_I/AAAAAAAAAqc/JmX_DhxHJQY/s1600-h/neoprint%20001%5B13%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="bobo!" style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" alt="bobo!" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/JustFate/SPg_asVkMrI/AAAAAAAAAqg/PNZnpsV2rZE/neoprint%20001_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="555" border="0" height="813" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-9075858339509934824?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/9075858339509934824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/bobo-outing-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/9075858339509934824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/9075858339509934824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/bobo-outing-1.html' title='BOBO OUTING! (UPDATED)'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/JustFate/SPg_asVkMrI/AAAAAAAAAqg/PNZnpsV2rZE/s72-c/neoprint%20001_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-6838588959714011896</id><published>2008-10-15T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:43:41.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter of Enlistment</title><content type='html'>Have you &lt;b&gt;received &lt;/b&gt;yours?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;, I haven't &lt;b&gt;received &lt;/b&gt;mine.&lt;br /&gt;Thank &lt;b style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;god&lt;/b&gt;.(any will do, since I am a freethinker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was thinking maybe I would be the &lt;b&gt;second &lt;/b&gt;batch, &lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;April &lt;/b&gt;batch if I didn't receive today, because my friends who got the letter are going in &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;December &lt;/b&gt;or &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;January&lt;/b&gt; which my mother say its better, since they will be released for more holidays, Like &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;tmas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;new year&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Chinese new year&lt;/span&gt;, etc. So there is be a slight chance I won't be in the first batch. YAH, but of course, the letter might just get &lt;b&gt;stuck &lt;/b&gt;in the mail and I will receive it tomorrow or something. You know how the world works, they don't make you &lt;b&gt;happy &lt;/b&gt;for long, once you are very &lt;b&gt;happy&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;bad things &lt;/b&gt;will &lt;b&gt;follow&lt;/b&gt;, it's all part of the &lt;b&gt;cosmic order&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I love &lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;! Because it means two more days to &lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;! Yea. That means I will love &lt;b&gt;Thursday &lt;/b&gt;more since its only one day to Friday! Double Yea! Ok, that doesn't make sense but at least I don't &lt;b&gt;hate &lt;/b&gt;every single day of the week. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days of &lt;b&gt;school &lt;/b&gt;and its officially a study break for us. :(&lt;br /&gt;That means, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPXffYdsdXI/AAAAAAAAApE/AD-dLCRzgl4/s1600-h/class+outing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPXffYdsdXI/AAAAAAAAApE/hvZmoUDzPPQ/s320-R/class+outing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;NO MORE S08! :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPXgGNOw_ZI/AAAAAAAAApU/dlmZ8CbUpow/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPXgGNOw_ZI/AAAAAAAAApU/TZLcL5Kbt7M/s320-R/DSC00122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPXf9OkDrNI/AAAAAAAAApM/rj92eWT7rgc/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPXf9OkDrNI/AAAAAAAAApM/9ljl7fQK1Aw/s320-R/DSC00121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MORE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPXiVSGVeEI/AAAAAAAAApc/LT8oKAvTvTE/s1600-h/P1000691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPXiVSGVeEI/AAAAAAAAApc/VsCEwcau9Yc/s320-R/P1000691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;27TH! :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPXivX-7cFI/AAAAAAAAApk/O9MKJHHgiyE/s1600-h/P1000768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPXivX-7cFI/AAAAAAAAApk/nghF0TQ-pEA/s320-R/P1000768.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;NO MORE MUMMY! :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPXjuq-JnuI/AAAAAAAAAp0/_y9J0IPjwFM/s1600-h/DSC00313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPXj1hyKdrI/AAAAAAAAAp8/GG96HbhYiKE/s1600-h/DSC00314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPXj1hyKdrI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ayPc2aBCLHk/s1600-R/DSC00314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPXjuq-JnuI/AAAAAAAAAp0/jLQmmdt3jYw/s1600-R/DSC00313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPXjuq-JnuI/AAAAAAAAAp0/jLQmmdt3jYw/s320-R/DSC00313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPXj1hyKdrI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ayPc2aBCLHk/s200-R/DSC00314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO MORE 28TH! :( &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPXjOE79Z2I/AAAAAAAAAps/6iXd_5hJsS8/s1600-h/DSC00548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPXjOE79Z2I/AAAAAAAAAps/KEiKYGdtbro/s320-R/DSC00548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND WE STILL HAVEN GO OUT! :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;lalala...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-6838588959714011896?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6838588959714011896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/letter-of-enlistment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/6838588959714011896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/6838588959714011896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/letter-of-enlistment.html' title='Letter of Enlistment'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPXffYdsdXI/AAAAAAAAApE/hvZmoUDzPPQ/s72-Rc/class+outing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-6955605335496333898</id><published>2008-10-14T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:35:39.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estella and Margaret</title><content type='html'>As I continued to follow the &lt;b&gt;1 hour long&lt;/b&gt; (actually &lt;b&gt;40 &lt;/b&gt;minutes long, 20 minutes were advertisement), drama of humour and mystery(?), the feeling that &lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;Margaret &lt;/b&gt;was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Estella &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;just keeping burning into my skull. Guess I did too much Literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estella is a character from &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Great Expectations &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;by &lt;b&gt;Charles Dickens&lt;/b&gt;, a product of love that unfortunately becomes a orphan due to a series of events, (murder, conviction, etc...) and was raised by Miss Havisham, a lady, left at the &lt;b&gt;altar(!) &lt;/b&gt;by her lover, aimed to turn Estella into a &lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;femme fatale&lt;/b&gt;, to break the hearts of man, to destroy them like how they destroyed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;b&gt;Estella&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Margaret left &lt;/b&gt;her mother, thus becoming a &lt;b&gt;orphan &lt;/b&gt;by choice and then, &lt;b&gt;heart&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;b&gt;broken &lt;/b&gt;by the &lt;b&gt;womanizer&lt;/b&gt;, Liu Wen Bao and decided to &lt;b&gt;destroy men &lt;/b&gt;ever since by joining the society &lt;b&gt;Phoenix Talon&lt;/b&gt;. See the parallel? Maybe I am just thinking too much hor. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirlyn keep saying the only reason I like &lt;b&gt;Love Story&lt;/b&gt; is because &lt;b style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Romeo &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;Juliet &lt;/b&gt;were mentioned, as much as I like the story, though I haven't really gotten down to &lt;b&gt;reading &lt;/b&gt;it, I like the song too because it is very nice. Its just so nice. &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;period&lt;/b&gt;. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-6955605335496333898?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6955605335496333898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/estella-and-margaret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/6955605335496333898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/6955605335496333898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/estella-and-margaret.html' title='Estella and Margaret'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-7649629876680633203</id><published>2008-10-13T17:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:28:35.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gender Reveloution</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I am recently in love with the song, "&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;" Its very nice. :) Give it a try and PLAY IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/fizMAuwxfe/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/fizMAuwxfe/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed align="right" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#006666" height="210" name="scroll" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/scroller.swf?lyricid=394324518&amp;amp;border=2&amp;amp;bordert=80&amp;amp;bgfont=0xC0C0C0&amp;amp;bg=http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/bgpic/bluedisco.jpg&amp;amp;filter=0x000000&amp;amp;filtert=25&amp;amp;txt=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;fontname=arial&amp;amp;fontsize=11&amp;amp;speed=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="180" /&gt;  &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this topic was raised during a &lt;b&gt;GP &lt;/b&gt;lesson and it sparked off a very &lt;b&gt;interesting discussion &lt;/b&gt;about the &lt;b&gt;mentality &lt;/b&gt;of &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;men &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;women&lt;/span&gt;. We all know they are vastly different but exactly how different? So &lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;miss tan&lt;/b&gt; decided to quote a phrase to help us understand it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like waffles &lt;img alt="http://biology.clc.uc.edu/graphics/maple/waffle.jpg" height="72" src="http://biology.clc.uc.edu/graphics/maple/waffle.jpg" width="96" /&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;woman are like spaghetti.&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="http://dummyatcooking.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/spaghetti-bolognese.jpg" height="71" src="http://dummyatcooking.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/spaghetti-bolognese.jpg" width="96" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused? We were too and she began to explain.&lt;br /&gt;A analogy, if a girl were to go tell another boy, "Hmm, I think you hair a bit spunky hor, maybe you should consider cutting it." Simple enough, the boy will &lt;b&gt;just nod &lt;/b&gt;and either &lt;b&gt;change &lt;/b&gt;it or &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Simple &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;sweet&lt;/b&gt;, like the &lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;waffle&lt;/b&gt;, straight and squarish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if the girl repeated the question to another girl with the exact wording, " Hmm, I think you hair a bit spunky hor, maybe you should consider cutting it." (Very exact, I cut and paste) The girl in question will immediatly start to &lt;b&gt;think&lt;/b&gt;, "Are they &lt;b&gt;gossiping &lt;/b&gt;behind me, are they &lt;b&gt;bitching &lt;/b&gt;me, are they &lt;b&gt;talking &lt;/b&gt;bad about me, oh no, does she means not just the hair, does it &lt;b&gt;concerns something else &lt;/b&gt;on my body?" &lt;b&gt;Complicated &lt;/b&gt;because like the &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/b&gt;, they follow no certain pattern and weave in and anyohow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its just not me saying because &lt;b style="color: lime;"&gt;everyone &lt;/b&gt;in the class agrees that its so &lt;b&gt;true&lt;/b&gt;, so what do you think? Don't lie and its okay to be a guy to think like spaghetti and vice verse. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is for &lt;b style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;nat&lt;/b&gt;! :) I told you &lt;b&gt;clay aiken &lt;/b&gt;is &lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;gay &lt;/b&gt;and you don't believe. Here is the interview.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="image_table left"&gt;&lt;caption align="bottom"&gt;Photo by: Michael Lavine&lt;/caption&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img alt="Clay Aiken: I'm a Gay Dad | Clay Aiken" border="0" height="320" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/news/081006/cover.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Following the Aug. 8 &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20217863,00.html"&gt;birth of his son Parker&lt;/a&gt;, singer &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/clay_aiken"&gt;Clay Aiken&lt;/a&gt; is following through on a promise he made to himself as a new dad: to publicly acknowledge that he's gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was the first decision I made as a father," Aiken, 29, tells the upcoming issue of PEOPLE, on newsstands Friday. "I cannot raise a child to lie or to hide things. I wasn't raised that way, and I'm not going to raise a child to do that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiken says he expects the news may overwhelm some of his fans. "Whether it be having a child out of wedlock, or whether it be simply being a homosexual, it's going to be a lot," said Aiken, who &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20218821,00.html"&gt;returned to Broadway&lt;/a&gt; last week as Sir Robin in &lt;i&gt;Monty Python's Spamalot&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He adds that he hopes his fans "know that I've never intended to lie to anybody at all. ... But if they leave, I don't want them to leave hating me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;How He Came Out to His Family&lt;/h4&gt;The born-again Christian singer also reveals how he told his mother Faye he's gay four years ago. After dropping off his younger brother Brett, who was being deployed to Iraq, at Camp Lejeune, "I started crying in the car," Aiken remembers. "It was dark. I was sitting there, thinking to myself. I don't know why I started thinking about it ... I just started bawling. She made me pull over the car and it just came out." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was his mom's reaction? "She started crying. She was obviously somewhat stunned. But she was very supportive and very comforting." Even now, Aiken admits, "She still struggles with things quite a bit, but she's come a long way." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for his own child, Aiken tells PEOPLE that Parker – who was conceived via in vitro fertilization with his best friend, music producer Jaymes Foster – will be raised in an environment that is "accepting and allowing him to be happy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says Aiken: "I have no idea if he'll be gay or straight. It's not something I'll have anything to do with, or that he'll have anything to do with. It's already probably up inside the code there ... No matter what the situation you're in, if you're raised in a loving environment, that's the most important thing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-7649629876680633203?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7649629876680633203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/gender-reveloution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/7649629876680633203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/7649629876680633203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/gender-reveloution.html' title='Gender Reveloution'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-9221523124894688604</id><published>2008-10-12T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:04:23.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bobo baba</title><content type='html'>Heys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;Bobo &lt;/b&gt;is back from malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;Just remember we haven't met for very long and had an &lt;b&gt;bobo &lt;/b&gt;outing!&lt;br /&gt;That is such a &lt;b&gt;taboo&lt;/b&gt;. It must not happen again, so we must&lt;b&gt; go out.&lt;/b&gt; But then, you know, &lt;b&gt;A levels.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, it must be mentioned every single time.&lt;br /&gt;Its still quite scary that it in &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;22 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;more days, and then &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;39 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;more days and we will be &lt;b&gt;free &lt;/b&gt;from everything.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that we had worked so hard (or not) for the past 2 years will just be gone in the next &lt;b&gt;39 &lt;/b&gt;more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi. Back&lt;br /&gt;Was quite &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;happy &lt;/b&gt;when I saw a sharp influx of visitors on my stat counter and thought it was due to my &lt;b&gt;new&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;blog skin &lt;/b&gt;but no... Guess what or who brought the bread in?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The post on &lt;b&gt;crime buster&lt;/b&gt; just below below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPH1W8G3RbI/AAAAAAAAAo8/RScPl2hK_L0/s1600-h/search.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPH1W8G3RbI/AAAAAAAAAo8/NcdIFeoWoaw/s400-R/search.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok. Random! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-9221523124894688604?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/9221523124894688604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/bobo-baba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/9221523124894688604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/9221523124894688604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/bobo-baba.html' title='bobo baba'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPH1W8G3RbI/AAAAAAAAAo8/NcdIFeoWoaw/s72-Rc/search.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-8121402547061930102</id><published>2008-10-12T09:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T09:20:19.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog skin!</title><content type='html'>I made my own skin and banner!&lt;br /&gt;Yea!&lt;br /&gt;Ok. excitment over. Now my house downstairs is making lots of noise to prepare for PM Lee arrival.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know zhenghua could actually invite him over for Zhenghua community day or something seeing he should be quite busy managing the state to pop by on a bright sunday morning. Well, I guess everyone deserves a day off from everything right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a day off! Never mind, I guess I will get all the day off I want after A's before NS. I just hope I don't get enlisted in December. don't want to miss Orientaion 1 planned by the juniors! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPFPhvHDoRI/AAAAAAAAAos/5l1Zq9zYOVE/s1600-h/DSC00367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPFPhvHDoRI/AAAAAAAAAos/c8OUtOYzctA/s320-R/DSC00367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending off with a scene from my favourite show, Pushing Daisies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ned: "My name is Ned. I live a simple life. I &lt;b&gt;wake pies&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;make the dead&lt;/b&gt;. That was &lt;b&gt;creepy&lt;/b&gt;. I &lt;b&gt;make pies&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;wake the dead&lt;/b&gt;. I live alone. And this empty bed next to me has never been slept in by anyone at anytime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck: I'm Chuck. A single girl who recently moved into her own apartment in a big city. Raised in a small town by two unmarried sisters I call my aunts. I have unexciting yet realistic hopes for my life. I have yet to meet anyone new here and today is just another day in which I expect nothing special"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Or exciting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*both walk out of their respective apartments at the same time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must be the new girl who just moved into [apartment number] 44. I'm ned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Charlotte, but you can call me Chuck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Chuck. I really want to kiss you now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But we've only just met; we're two strangers in a big city, these things take time! I work at the Pie Hole downstairs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? I own the Pie Hole downstairs! May we walk together?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why that would be swell, Harvey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its Ned, actually."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ned. Thats a very nice name. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can we play this game every morning?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Absolutely definitely!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) I will upload the scene if I have the time. Its very funny!&lt;br /&gt;got to go, my brother bugging me :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-8121402547061930102?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8121402547061930102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-blog-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/8121402547061930102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/8121402547061930102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-blog-skin.html' title='New blog skin!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SPFPhvHDoRI/AAAAAAAAAos/c8OUtOYzctA/s72-Rc/DSC00367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-7075880781642372739</id><published>2008-10-08T22:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:43:48.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crime Busters X2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ctl00_cph3_ucDailySchedule1_dlTvGuide_ctl19_lblProgramSynopsisEng"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Crime Busters X2!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cph3_ucDailySchedule1_dlTvGuide_ctl19_lblProgramSynopsisEng"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cph3_ucDailySchedule1_dlTvGuide_ctl19_lblProgramSynopsisEng"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SOzDoNwv3bI/AAAAAAAAAm0/xG_6FCZFMxg/s1600-h/Crime+buster.aspx" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SOzDoNwv3bI/AAAAAAAAAm0/wjRGoglDv-Q/s320-R/Crime+buster.aspx" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cph3_ucDailySchedule1_dlTvGuide_ctl19_lblProgramSynopsisEng"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;love &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this show so much. But I still &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hate &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the feeling of having to wait &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;day&lt;/b&gt;(Its like &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;24 hours&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;1440 mins&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;86400 secs&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cph3_ucDailySchedule1_dlTvGuide_ctl19_lblProgramSynopsisEng"&gt; to see the next episode which is the main reason that I switched to watching completed &lt;b&gt;dramas&lt;/b&gt;(charmed!!)&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;so I can watch as many episode as I like. haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cph3_ucDailySchedule1_dlTvGuide_ctl19_lblProgramSynopsisEng"&gt;This show is really very nice. People who are &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;mugging&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;slacking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;for A levels, O levels, and any major exams should also watch ya, just laughing at the show outrageous and lame humor with weiqiang descried as copying anime where there are always ridiculous scenes in anime.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SOzDaHHXRAI/AAAAAAAAAms/WGcuDZcJI7M/s1600-h/CBX2.aspx" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SOzDaHHXRAI/AAAAAAAAAms/BKww3DKWDo0/s320-R/CBX2.aspx" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cph3_ucDailySchedule1_dlTvGuide_ctl19_lblProgramSynopsisEng"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cph3_ucDailySchedule1_dlTvGuide_ctl19_lblProgramSynopsisEng"&gt;Paige Chua, who acts as &lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;Yu Jie&lt;/b&gt;, is my favorite character! She is damn &lt;b&gt;cool&lt;/b&gt;, literally, always puting on a &lt;b style="color: cyan;"&gt;ice queen&lt;/b&gt; front where she in fact she is kinda &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;psychotic&lt;/b&gt;/&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;schizophrenic&lt;/b&gt;/&lt;b style="color: yellow;"&gt;crazy &lt;/b&gt;most prob caused by her childhood trauma which she refused to reveal and only with &lt;b&gt;snippets &lt;/b&gt;to &lt;b&gt;tempt &lt;/b&gt;us.And lastly, she is a &lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;forensic doctor!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cph3_ucDailySchedule1_dlTvGuide_ctl19_lblProgramSynopsisEng"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cph3_ucDailySchedule1_dlTvGuide_ctl19_lblProgramSynopsisEng"&gt;If I can choose, I would want to be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cph3_ucDailySchedule1_dlTvGuide_ctl19_lblProgramSynopsisEng"&gt;forensic doctor too. But, its always circumstances...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big shoutout to &lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Howsun &lt;/span&gt;for the message! It was really random but I appreciate it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SOzCviviKvI/AAAAAAAAAmk/s-64s-gjMNk/s1600-h/DSC00301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SOzCviviKvI/AAAAAAAAAmk/zDVicG17BmE/s320-R/DSC00301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Yes, I know I should be studying and not go crazy over tv shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;25 days to A levels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I wish blogspot offers a more colourful palette for me to choose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is something funny from Pushing Daisies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Olive:&lt;/b&gt; Mmm-hmm, I used to have a horse named Pie in another life. That’s ‘cause I wanted to be like Elizabeth Taylor, she was so pretty. [face falls] And then Pie died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hillary Hundin:&lt;/b&gt; [tearing up] I just lost my dog, Bubblegum. [Digby whines and places his head on Hillary’s lap in sympathy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Olive:&lt;/b&gt; [tearing up too] I was in shock when I lost my Pie – the horse, not the food – and one day I was walking along and I saw a bakery in the shape of a giant pie – the food, not the horse. It was a sign. I don’t know what it said, but it was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hillary Hundin:&lt;/b&gt; Are you suggesting that I’ll find the answers to life and death in a bubblegum machine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-7075880781642372739?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7075880781642372739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/crime-busters-x2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/7075880781642372739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/7075880781642372739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/crime-busters-x2.html' title='Crime Busters X2!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SOzDoNwv3bI/AAAAAAAAAm0/wjRGoglDv-Q/s72-Rc/Crime+buster.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-6519249690897089434</id><published>2008-09-10T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:29:26.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Oh my!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realised my last post was 25 days ago! I must had been really lazy.&amp;nbsp; =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally turned &lt;b&gt;18!&lt;/b&gt; haha! Will elabarate more when I have the time and &lt;b&gt;Peas &lt;/b&gt;turned &lt;b&gt;20&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the many people who had wished me happy birthday, the sms really brightened me up and not forgetting &lt;b&gt;Nat&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Pearlyn &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Nadia &lt;/b&gt;who popped by my house on 18/9/08, and the birthday celebration with &lt;b&gt;council &lt;/b&gt;make this year so much more memorable than last year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 days to A levels. This is so fun. Sometimes, I really think I am not cut out for studying, my mind wanders away from studying way way way too much for me to concentrate and focus. Not that I had any choice now, seeing that I had already studied in a JC for the past 1 year and 10 months. I just have to preserve on and on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, dreams do come true and miracles do happen. I am still clinging onto that belief and hopes everything goes well at the end of the year. I will update more when I feel like it or when my mom is not breathing down my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something to brighten up everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SODX-YoqwZI/AAAAAAAAAmc/P-_quMiYkRs/s1600-h/Neoprint%21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SODX-YoqwZI/AAAAAAAAAmc/APsEyyohbDY/s400-R/Neoprint%21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-6519249690897089434?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6519249690897089434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/09/confunded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/6519249690897089434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/6519249690897089434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/09/confunded.html' title='Oh my!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SODX-YoqwZI/AAAAAAAAAmc/APsEyyohbDY/s72-Rc/Neoprint%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-2386856915830222626</id><published>2008-09-04T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:55:24.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Room @ NUS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Study Room @ NUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Studied &lt;/b&gt;the whole day today again, argh, think I need to get used to it, seeing how I need to cram &lt;b&gt;2 years &lt;/b&gt;works in just less than &lt;b&gt;2 months&lt;/b&gt;. God, realization had to kick in now, just when my life was pretty &lt;b&gt;interesting&lt;/b&gt;. Anyway, the &lt;b&gt;study room &lt;/b&gt;at &lt;b&gt;NUS &lt;/b&gt;is damn &lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met pearlyn and nat in the morning for pearlyn to "smmugle" to NUS while nat commented on my shabby dressing with &lt;b&gt;berms &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;slippers&lt;/b&gt;, which was okay since most uni student wear like that, except for faculty of business. :x The bus was very &lt;b&gt;crowded &lt;/b&gt;and you know how people in the bus just don't want to &lt;b&gt;move in&lt;/b&gt; when there is hell lots of space, ok, not so much but space behind and there are other people waiting and trying to &lt;b&gt;claw &lt;/b&gt;their way into the bus so they will not be late for school/work/life and even the poor bus driver, depsite his repeated shoutings, don't seems to work. So its time for &lt;b&gt;SUPERMAN&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not really, its &lt;b&gt;SUPERWOMAN &lt;/b&gt;to the resuce. So nat and me were just talking and suddenly we heard a very very familiar voice shouting, firmly, but nicely may I add, "&lt;b&gt;Can you all just move to the back, Thank you.&lt;/b&gt;" We both look back and saw it was &lt;b&gt;Pearlyn&lt;/b&gt;, you go girl! And it &lt;b&gt;worked&lt;/b&gt;, they really move back in and the rest of the population was able to get onto the bus. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally reached &lt;b&gt;NUS &lt;/b&gt;and after taking a few, &lt;b&gt;wrong&lt;/b&gt;, bus trips, we finally reached our study area for today. The &lt;b&gt;Yusof Ishak House&lt;/b&gt;, which consists of student lounge, student welfare centre, a canteen, blah blah blah and among others, a study room. Pearlyn had to rush for her lecture so nat and me had breakfast at the so called "&lt;b&gt;worst canteen of NUS&lt;/b&gt;" which is really true, but it was near the study room so we had no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After studying for a while in the quiet, air-conditioned area with very &lt;b&gt;nice cushion chairs&lt;/b&gt;, we went to find &lt;b&gt;zihong&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;wende &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;weijie &lt;/b&gt;for lunch. But apparently, zihong was quite busy with his &lt;b&gt;engine club &lt;/b&gt;stuff so we didn't bother him much after he bought his mac. Still the same old zihong but he is &lt;b&gt;funnier &lt;/b&gt;and more &lt;b&gt;"charming&lt;/b&gt;", I think. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to the &lt;b&gt;science canteen &lt;/b&gt;with wende, weijie and boon wee and were pretty weird hearing them talking about &lt;b&gt;academics &lt;/b&gt;, especially weijie. Think he strikes us too much as a &lt;b&gt;joker &lt;/b&gt;to be actually studying. Ate some &lt;b&gt;cheap desserts&lt;/b&gt; and we were on our way back to &lt;b&gt;study&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study study study...until Pearlyn's lesson finally ended and she came with &lt;b&gt;siti &lt;/b&gt;to visit us in the study room. It was so suprising to see siti so &lt;b&gt;happy &lt;/b&gt;to see us and it really made my day. Would had loved her to join us when we went to eat &lt;b&gt;brownie &lt;/b&gt;with &lt;b&gt;ice-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;cream &lt;/b&gt;but she was &lt;b&gt;fasting&lt;/b&gt;. Another day, we will! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pearlyn finished her &lt;b&gt;kickboxing&lt;/b&gt;, we finally headed home with her friend, &lt;b&gt;Peiwen&lt;/b&gt;. Talked about &lt;b&gt;anime&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;ghost stories &lt;/b&gt;on the way back that made our hairs stand. Well, it never hurts to &lt;b&gt;believe &lt;/b&gt;but not &lt;b&gt;induge&lt;/b&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-2386856915830222626?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2386856915830222626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/09/study-room-nus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/2386856915830222626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/2386856915830222626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/09/study-room-nus.html' title='Study Room @ NUS!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-1367746291704860125</id><published>2008-08-31T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:14:19.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Prelims celebration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Post-Prelims celebration! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday 29/8/08&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woots!&lt;b&gt; Post-Prelims celebration&lt;/b&gt;! Even though the results weren't worth celebrating for, but its still a occasion to call for celebrations. Results are for ... later. And what is the best thing for celebrating, &lt;b&gt;going out &lt;/b&gt;of course with many many friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, went back to &lt;b&gt;JJ &lt;/b&gt;for &lt;b&gt;Teachers's Day celebration&lt;/b&gt;. It was damn cool. With the buffet stalls and wonderful and hilarous performance and the many gifts that the teachers recieved, it was a job well done, 28th! :) Desmy went around the stalls for breakfast since it was free and good.&lt;b&gt; Typical auntie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, I rushed back to &lt;b&gt;Commonwealth &lt;/b&gt;with &lt;b&gt;cheng siang&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;xiao hui&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;peiling &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;joan &lt;/b&gt;with &lt;b&gt;simeng &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;quan yuan &lt;/b&gt;joining us afterwards. Made cards on the way there, but it was still the thought that count. Even though I thought I won't be attached to the school anymore, like the whole foreign compound and many of the teachers leaving, there was still this string pulling on my heart when I met some of the teachers. I guess, some feelings just can't be erased huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday 30/8/08 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day looked &lt;b&gt;bright &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;sunny&lt;/b&gt;, spent almost the entire day at &lt;b&gt;west coast&lt;/b&gt; with &lt;b&gt;weibin&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;nat &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;pearlyn&lt;/b&gt;. It was just randomly playing at the adventure course(?), played on the flying fox thing with seats that makes you go from one end to another, scissor-paper-stone on the balancing beam, and other variations that nat and pearlyn came out with, which bin described them as "&lt;b&gt;Women deprived of childhood&lt;/b&gt;." Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it started to rain, me and bin went to Mac to seek shelter while those two crazy girls just continued played. They &lt;b&gt;REALLY &lt;/b&gt;are deprived. Ate chocolate sundae while chatting with bin about random stuff because he was very easy to talk to, unlike someone else. :)We went back out when the sun finally came out and went over to the two crazy girls who were talking about us. &lt;b&gt;Gossipers&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just sat down on the net, &lt;b&gt;singing songs &lt;/b&gt;from all sorts and just chill and let golden hours past while the rain came and drenched us, stopped and came, stop and came. After 2 or 3 hours of our own &lt;b&gt;K-session&lt;/b&gt;, we went to do mass dance! Was pretty &lt;b&gt;entertaining &lt;/b&gt;watching bin and pearlyn dancing to &lt;b&gt;Ain't it funny&lt;/b&gt;, wanted to learn it too, but oh wells. Nat was &lt;b&gt;evil&lt;/b&gt;, she keep laughing at weibin because he couldn't remeber most of the steps. Then, it was our turn to demonstrate&lt;b&gt; The geeks gets the girls&lt;/b&gt;, which we forgotten part of it too, sadly. Then nat decided to take up the teaching role and teached both of them &lt;b&gt;line dance&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;cha cha&lt;/b&gt;. They were fast learners, I think. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a long bus ride down to&lt;b&gt; bukit timah &lt;/b&gt;for our &lt;b&gt;dinner &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;deserts &lt;/b&gt;and were telling &lt;b&gt;jokes &lt;/b&gt;and playing all the &lt;b&gt;stupid games&lt;/b&gt; to enetertain ourselves. And we made pearlyn realise she can't remeber jokes well because she laughed at most of our jokes that we already told her mutiple times. Well, at least with her around there won't be awakrad silence. Went to &lt;b&gt;Awfully Chocolate&lt;/b&gt; while waiting for Val, Awfully Chocolate was &lt;b&gt;awfully small&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;awfully white&lt;/b&gt; and only had &lt;b&gt;4 chairs&lt;/b&gt; and the ice cream we ate was really &lt;b&gt;awful&lt;/b&gt;...ly chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val &lt;b&gt;FINALLY &lt;/b&gt;came at around 6 plus where we were all dying of hunger, literally. And we went to some food center for good &lt;b&gt;old bbq seafood&lt;/b&gt;, stingray, sotong, kangkongs and really really diluated fruit juices with a very weird uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled with energy after food, we went to our long awaited &lt;b&gt;KTV&lt;/b&gt;. It was quite good, though some of the &lt;b&gt;MTV&lt;/b&gt; makes you not want to sing anymore. But overall the songs were quite updated, with my favourite &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;GIMME MORE&lt;/b&gt;! :) I was pratically shouting into the mic, can't blame me, you know, &lt;b&gt;tone deaf &lt;/b&gt;and all. The funniest part was the duet between nat and weibin when he tried to "&lt;b&gt;geng&lt;/b&gt;" his voice to be like cao ge, causing nat to laugh uncontrobally into the mic while sing. Also sang other britney songs with the live MTV and bin were commenting how Britney used to be so &lt;b&gt;HOT &lt;/b&gt;when we were in like primary 6? Think she would cry if she saw her former MTVs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the chinese sayings goes, there is no ever-lasting dinner/outing in the world, and thus we have to leave to beat the midnight surcharge. Thanks &lt;b&gt;Pearlyn bobo&lt;/b&gt; for accompany us home and making sure we were safe. You are the &lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BEST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-1367746291704860125?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1367746291704860125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/08/post-prelims-celebration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1367746291704860125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1367746291704860125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/08/post-prelims-celebration.html' title='Post-Prelims celebration!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-6253008683704389104</id><published>2008-08-26T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:05:10.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Angry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I am so so so angry just now. I had never felt so angry for a very long time. I still can't believe that she could make me so angry. But after watching Charmed, I realised vengence is not the solution, a spell is. :) And anger makes you have wrinkles and white hairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;The evil bitch that bark,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;With a heart so dark,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take this soul, banish this evil,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That makes our lives upheaval,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This evil that heaven will erase,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;from time and space. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will improve when I have the time. lala everyone! :0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-6253008683704389104?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6253008683704389104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/08/angry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/6253008683704389104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/6253008683704389104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/08/angry.html' title='Angry!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-7439783017406150209</id><published>2008-08-24T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:09:15.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody blood red.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Bloody blood red&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;b&gt;blood&lt;/b&gt;. That is the &lt;b&gt;only thing &lt;/b&gt;on my &lt;b&gt;mind &lt;/b&gt;when I went for my &lt;b&gt;dental visit&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I think there is just something that &lt;b&gt;dentists hate &lt;/b&gt;about &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;. They just love causing me &lt;b&gt;pain &lt;/b&gt;by &lt;b&gt;drilling/poking/slashing/injuring/hurting&lt;/b&gt; me with their &lt;b&gt;sharp &lt;/b&gt;apparatus. And then they go on and on about how I don't brush properly and my gum is &lt;b&gt;bad bad bad&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I have no &lt;b&gt;tooth decay&lt;/b&gt;. :) Which is good, I think.Anyway, three more papers and its &lt;b&gt;over&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Over &lt;/b&gt;for me, I mean. Months of &lt;b&gt;evasion &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;hiding &lt;/b&gt;my &lt;b&gt;test papers&lt;/b&gt; so my mom won't notice can't help me this time. She &lt;b&gt;obviously &lt;/b&gt;knows I have &lt;b&gt;prelims &lt;/b&gt;and this time she &lt;b&gt;wants &lt;/b&gt;to &lt;b&gt;see&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Bloody&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala... I love &lt;b&gt;charmed&lt;/b&gt;! =) It's such a nice show.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-7439783017406150209?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7439783017406150209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/08/bloody-blood-red.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/7439783017406150209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/7439783017406150209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/08/bloody-blood-red.html' title='Bloody blood red.'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-1600327014634385468</id><published>2008-08-14T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:06:01.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany?</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="6" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Epiphany?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;b&gt;bobo &lt;/b&gt;say its so &lt;b&gt;ironic &lt;/b&gt;that I seems to &lt;b&gt;update more &lt;/b&gt;after I am supposed to be "&lt;b&gt;hibernating&lt;/b&gt;". Hees. Guess I do need take a &lt;b&gt;break &lt;/b&gt;from &lt;b&gt;studying&lt;/b&gt;, its just so &lt;b&gt;mundane &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;boring &lt;/b&gt;and its just like &lt;b&gt;dead&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;seaweed&lt;/b&gt;. Speaking of &lt;b&gt;seaweeds &lt;/b&gt;which has &lt;b&gt;nothing &lt;/b&gt;to do what I am going to say now, I have a very &lt;b&gt;weird&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;dream&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Simple &lt;/b&gt;but weird.&lt;br /&gt;I was just in a &lt;b&gt;mart &lt;/b&gt;or &lt;b&gt;7-11&lt;/b&gt; (its' a store n more) and I really don't know what I was doing there. Then, someone just asked me, "What is your &lt;b&gt;occuapation&lt;/b&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;And I just repiled very happily, like I strike 4D or something, "A &lt;b&gt;doctor's&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;intern&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it. Can't remeber anything else.&lt;br /&gt;I think its very weird, maybe some part of me wanted to be a &lt;b&gt;doctor&lt;/b&gt;, but the &lt;b&gt;logical &lt;/b&gt;part of me &lt;b&gt;brushed &lt;/b&gt;it off because it is&lt;b&gt; almost impossible&lt;/b&gt; to achieve that &lt;b&gt;dream&lt;/b&gt;. Firstly because of the &lt;b&gt;competitive nature &lt;/b&gt;of the course that kinda just &lt;b&gt;eliminate non-straight A students&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;people with only 3 H2 subjects &lt;/b&gt;are at a vast &lt;b&gt;disadvantage&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wonder...What its' like to be a doctor? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-1600327014634385468?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1600327014634385468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/08/epiphany.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1600327014634385468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1600327014634385468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/08/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany?'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-6391589602069837559</id><published>2008-08-09T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:05:21.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;Ohh boy. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so &lt;b&gt;sick&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coughing &lt;/b&gt;non stop and my chest feels really &lt;b&gt;painful&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tried &lt;b&gt;cough drop&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;antibiotics&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;inhaler&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;tablets&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;pills&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NONE &lt;/b&gt;work.&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't help that there is &lt;b&gt;two packets&lt;/b&gt; of &lt;b&gt;durians &lt;/b&gt;in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;So tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Really very tempting....If I could just open the fridge and eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I hate being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Except once when it doesn't really hurt and makes me lose weight, but that isnt the point.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching tv and found out about this very &lt;b&gt;interesting &lt;/b&gt;show.&lt;br /&gt;Its called "&lt;b&gt;Moment of Truth&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Its this game show where contestant first answered a series of about 50 questions while attached to a &lt;b&gt;polygraph&lt;/b&gt;, a &lt;b&gt;lie detector&lt;/b&gt;. Then 21 questions will be chosen randomly and asked again on the game show itself without the contestant knowing the results of the polygram. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sounds &lt;b&gt;easy &lt;/b&gt;but the questions are really really very &lt;b&gt;personal &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;sensitive&lt;/b&gt;, mostly about their &lt;b&gt;private&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;life &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;sexual relationship&lt;/b&gt;. What's more, the &lt;b&gt;lover &lt;/b&gt;of the &lt;b&gt;contestant &lt;/b&gt;will usually be &lt;b&gt;invited &lt;/b&gt;onto the show and &lt;b&gt;hear &lt;/b&gt;the &lt;b&gt;person answer&lt;/b&gt;. Its quite funny seeing their reaction when stuff are revealed. Usually is just shocked or appalled, but in one &lt;span class="description"&gt;episode, a &lt;b&gt;woman&lt;/b&gt;'s &lt;b&gt;marriage &lt;/b&gt;is destroyed. Well, &lt;b&gt;almost&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="description"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K76dtwA5kc4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K76dtwA5kc4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="description"&gt;Really funny how she could answer all the tough questions about her sexual relationship but died at the last question. God, she think she is a good person even what she did to her husband?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="description"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She has no shame.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="description"&gt;But then again, she was punished enough I guess. Poor thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="description"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5VpCgKLiP0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5VpCgKLiP0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the aftermath interview.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-6391589602069837559?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6391589602069837559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/08/ohh-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/6391589602069837559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/6391589602069837559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/08/ohh-boy.html' title='Ohh boy.'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-1413218001418444850</id><published>2008-08-06T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:50:17.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hibernating!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="6" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hibernating!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it is going to be the right word but then again, I won't be blogging as usual as I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Actually I think I am just lazy. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, need to start mugging for A levels, not really mugging for me. Just read more and do more work than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Since usual equals to no work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will go to hibernating mode for the blog. But I will still love it if people come visit. haha. I try to blog when I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Which is not very often.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck people, to those taking A levels! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't score too good and compete with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;This is not goodbye ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is random. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-1413218001418444850?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1413218001418444850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/08/hibernating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1413218001418444850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/1413218001418444850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/08/hibernating.html' title='Hibernating!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-8406236829190420708</id><published>2008-07-26T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:48:43.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemporary Dances...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="6" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Contemporary Dances... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realised that there is so many &lt;span&gt;contemporary dance video on youtube. All of them are from "So You Think You Can Dance? All very nice and worth to look. Strongly recommend, Mercy and No Air.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Katee and Twitch dancing to the song Mercy - Duffy.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jKN5B3abQmQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jKN5B3abQmQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Katee &amp;amp; Joshua dancing to No Air -Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cr0ZOo6qK7U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cr0ZOo6qK7U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Chelsie &amp;amp; Mark dancing to Bleeding Love - Leona Lewis&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOocWcIkrVQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOocWcIkrVQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Ivan and Allison dancing to Why - Annie Lenox&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iEa76Sl28Hw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iEa76Sl28Hw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Lacey &amp;amp; Kameron dancing to Dancing - &lt;span&gt;Elisa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IEguAROS4tw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IEguAROS4tw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-8406236829190420708?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8406236829190420708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/07/mercy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/8406236829190420708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/8406236829190420708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/07/mercy.html' title='Contemporary Dances...'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-4836040307745637108</id><published>2008-07-19T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T19:53:34.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desiderata</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Desiderata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a poem that I found on the internet. Desiderata, in Latin, means desired things. It is an inspirational poem about attaining happiness. Enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let not this blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Strive to be happy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;I can't wait for the year end trip. I hope we can all go! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-4836040307745637108?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4836040307745637108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/07/desiderata.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4836040307745637108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4836040307745637108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/07/desiderata.html' title='Desiderata'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-3292748512919498642</id><published>2008-07-16T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:15:44.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="6" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Study! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Study&lt;/b&gt;! This is the main &lt;b&gt;focus &lt;/b&gt;for now. Just study your &lt;b&gt;ass &lt;/b&gt;off for this &lt;b&gt;few months&lt;/b&gt; and it will be &lt;b&gt;freedom&lt;/b&gt;! Let's &lt;b&gt;study &lt;/b&gt;because we &lt;b&gt;can &lt;/b&gt;and we are not that poor that we can't afford to study. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"He say he doesn't want to study, no motivation. I really feel its a wasted life, he had everything, he's rich, he can study because he can afford it. There are so many people who are living in extreme poverty and can't afford to study. If I have the power, I will give his life to someone else." -Simon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SH3qE10sdLI/AAAAAAAAAl8/NkX4GVjGq6s/s1600-h/DSC00405.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; float: left; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SH3qE10sdLI/AAAAAAAAAl8/DkRUA9nSPi0/s200-R/DSC00405.JPG" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a &lt;b&gt;happier &lt;/b&gt;note, not that &lt;b&gt;studying isnt &lt;/b&gt;a &lt;b&gt;happy &lt;/b&gt;thing, we also celebrated &lt;b&gt;Miss Tan's&lt;/b&gt; birthday today! &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy 2*th Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;! Won't reveal your age here. First we asked &lt;b&gt;Rachael &lt;/b&gt;to arrange a &lt;b&gt;consultation &lt;/b&gt;with her while we &lt;b&gt;hid &lt;/b&gt;somewhere and &lt;b&gt;magically &lt;/b&gt;appeared with the cake. She was somewhat &lt;b&gt;surprised &lt;/b&gt;and it was a &lt;b&gt;good &lt;/b&gt;thing! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the &lt;b&gt;pretty &lt;/b&gt;cake that&lt;b&gt; Rashal's mom&lt;/b&gt; made, its &lt;b&gt;pink&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aj5eNZsDCJE"&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aj5eNZsDCJE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;b&gt;funny &lt;/b&gt;watching miss tan trying to &lt;b&gt;blow the candles&lt;/b&gt; after the birthday song was sung. She thought we were using those &lt;b&gt;trick candles &lt;/b&gt;which never go off after blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6iiKHqiQsZQ"&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6iiKHqiQsZQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Tan was having &lt;b&gt;fun &lt;/b&gt;with the &lt;b&gt;knife&lt;/b&gt;, murderous huh. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun studying, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-3292748512919498642?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3292748512919498642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/07/study.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/3292748512919498642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/3292748512919498642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/07/study.html' title='Study!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY5xrOG5ts8/SH3qE10sdLI/AAAAAAAAAl8/DkRUA9nSPi0/s72-Rc/DSC00405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-7967987152332178509</id><published>2008-07-09T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:34:25.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airport again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;Airport again! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train ride there was &lt;b&gt;fun &lt;/b&gt;as usual with all the &lt;b&gt;nonsense &lt;/b&gt;people. Because I was holding a &lt;b&gt;shoe box&lt;/b&gt;, which according to the advertisement on the television on the platform, it was a &lt;b&gt;suspicious article&lt;/b&gt;, so I just played along, acting it was a &lt;b&gt;bomb&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Chengyi &lt;/b&gt;for some reason was very &lt;b&gt;amused &lt;/b&gt;by me. Hees. My new &lt;b&gt;talent&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding behind the banner, "&lt;b&gt;We missed you&lt;/b&gt;!" and pretending that only &lt;b&gt;Janice&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Aiksong&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Junjie&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Teekai &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Jasper &lt;/b&gt;came to recieve them while the rest of us, (&lt;b&gt;Syira&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Jess&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Hendy&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Howsun&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Chengyi&lt;/b&gt;) was trying &lt;b&gt;desperately &lt;/b&gt;to &lt;b&gt;hide &lt;/b&gt;behind it hoping they wont see us. It was very &lt;b&gt;exciting but &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;excruciating &lt;/b&gt;while waiting behind because we can't &lt;b&gt;see anything &lt;/b&gt;except from &lt;b&gt;Howsun&lt;/b&gt;'s phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;b&gt;surprised &lt;/b&gt;looks on their faces were our &lt;b&gt;greatest achievement &lt;/b&gt;when they let the banner &lt;b&gt;down &lt;/b&gt;and we &lt;b&gt;jumped up&lt;/b&gt;. Wanted to sing, "&lt;b&gt;I'm yours&lt;/b&gt;" but the plan just changed to &lt;b&gt;hugging &lt;/b&gt;and more &lt;b&gt;hugging &lt;/b&gt;when they came to us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After giving them the &lt;b&gt;gifts &lt;/b&gt;that was made &lt;b&gt;painstakingly &lt;/b&gt;mostly by &lt;b&gt;syira&lt;/b&gt;, with some help from the rest of us. And more &lt;b&gt;hugging &lt;/b&gt;of course, we had to &lt;b&gt;leave &lt;/b&gt;so that &lt;b&gt;Mr Choo&lt;/b&gt; can go &lt;font size="1"&gt;*coughgirlfriendcough*&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;home&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will upload the pictures soon because I am going to sleep! :)&lt;br /&gt;Take care all! And Welcome back, &lt;b&gt;Zhe Jian people&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... &lt;b&gt;Spying &lt;/b&gt;with &lt;b&gt;mummy &lt;/b&gt;is so fun. hees :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-7967987152332178509?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7967987152332178509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/07/airport-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/7967987152332178509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/7967987152332178509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/07/airport-again.html' title='Airport again!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-890304409339580857</id><published>2008-07-07T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:21:54.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Born to die?</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="6" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Born to die?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it &lt;b&gt;interesting &lt;/b&gt;we are &lt;b&gt;born &lt;/b&gt;to &lt;b&gt;die&lt;/b&gt;? From the moment we are given life to this world, we are also counting down to our deathbed. Ironically, &lt;b&gt;we&lt;/b&gt;, as humans, are however &lt;b&gt;programmed &lt;/b&gt;to &lt;b&gt;fear death&lt;/b&gt;, fear that our existence will once day be &lt;b&gt;vanquished &lt;/b&gt;to the &lt;b&gt;darkness&lt;/b&gt;. Since the ancient ages, people have been &lt;b&gt;trying &lt;/b&gt;to &lt;b&gt;attain immortality&lt;/b&gt; to avoid &lt;b&gt;death's reaper.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is that &lt;b&gt;necessary&lt;/b&gt;? Why don't they just &lt;b&gt;drop dead&lt;/b&gt; when death &lt;b&gt;embraces &lt;/b&gt;them but rather &lt;b&gt;fight &lt;/b&gt;against it even thought &lt;b&gt;death &lt;/b&gt;is &lt;b&gt;inevitable&lt;/b&gt;. Is it &lt;b&gt;family &lt;/b&gt;that are holding us back, &lt;b&gt;friends &lt;/b&gt;we wish to talk to, &lt;b&gt;love &lt;/b&gt;we wish to embrace once more or just the &lt;b&gt;mere chance&lt;/b&gt; given to us to exist that makes us &lt;b&gt;unwilling &lt;/b&gt;to give that &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;b&gt;fighting spirit &lt;/b&gt;have already been &lt;b&gt;shown &lt;/b&gt;when we was a &lt;b&gt;sperm&lt;/b&gt;. Not willing to &lt;b&gt;lose &lt;/b&gt;to the 4 hundred millions sperms &lt;b&gt;competing &lt;/b&gt;for that one (or sometimes very rarely two) &lt;b&gt;egg&lt;/b&gt;(s), we &lt;b&gt;drive forward &lt;/b&gt;with all our force and then finally we were &lt;b&gt;born&lt;/b&gt;. Then again, what if you just &lt;b&gt;lost&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was &lt;b&gt;discussing &lt;/b&gt;this with &lt;b&gt;Max &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Miss Tan&lt;/b&gt; after a gp lesson and decided to pen my thoughts down. Miss Tan mentioned that, we were &lt;b&gt;born &lt;/b&gt;for a &lt;b&gt;reason&lt;/b&gt;. We are born to die, but not &lt;b&gt;JUST &lt;/b&gt;born to die. Everyone have a &lt;b&gt;purpose &lt;/b&gt;in this &lt;b&gt;world&lt;/b&gt;, have a &lt;b&gt;part &lt;/b&gt;to &lt;b&gt;play &lt;/b&gt;and not &lt;b&gt;JUST &lt;/b&gt;waste resource and finally wait for death to arrive. So the bottom line is, "Don't just &lt;b&gt;waste &lt;/b&gt;your &lt;b&gt;life &lt;/b&gt;away, &lt;b&gt;do &lt;/b&gt;something &lt;b&gt;useful &lt;/b&gt;in the course of you life so when you die, you know you &lt;b&gt;live well. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="text3"&gt;Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last. The past is over and gone. The future is not guaranteed&lt;/font&gt; --&amp;nbsp;&lt;font class="text3"&gt; Wayne W(alter) Dyer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-890304409339580857?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/890304409339580857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/07/born-to-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/890304409339580857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/890304409339580857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/07/born-to-die.html' title='Born to die?'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-7361832829512521186</id><published>2008-07-07T09:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:15:40.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a DI?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ipersonic.com/type/DI.html" target="blank" title="My personality type: the dreamy idealist. Take the free iPersonic personality test!"&gt;&lt;img alt="My personality type: the dreamy idealist" border="0" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk161/ipersonic/DI.png" style="width: 60px; height: 58px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: 180%;"&gt;I am a DI? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamy Idealists are very cautious and therefore often appear shy and reserved to others. They share their rich emotional life and their passionate convictions with very few people. But one would be very much mistaken to judge them to be cool and reserved. They have a pronounced inner system of values and clear, honourable principles for which they are willing to sacrifice a great deal. Joan of Arc or Sir Galahad would have been good examples of this personality type. Dreamy Idealists are always at great pains to improve the world. They can be very considerate towards others and do a lot to support them and stand up for them. They are interested in their fellow beings, attentive and generous towards them. Once their enthusiasm for an issue or person is aroused, they can become tireless fighters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Dreamy Idealists, practical things are not really so important. They only busy themselves with mundane everyday demands when absolutely necessary. They tend to live according to the motto “the genius controls the chaos” - which is normally the case so that they often have a very successful academic career. They are less interested in details; they prefer to look at something as a whole. This means that they still have a good overview even when things start to become hectic. However, as a result, it can occasionally happen that Dreamy Idealists overlook something important. As they are very peace-loving, they tend not to openly show their dissatisfaction or annoyance but to bottle it up. Assertiveness is not one of their strong points; they hate conflicts and competition. Dreamy Idealists prefer to motivate others with their amicable and enthusiastic nature. Whoever has them as superior will never have to complain about not being given enough praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As at work, Dreamy Idealists are helpful and loyal friends and partners, persons of integrity. Obligations are absolutely sacred to them. The feelings of others are important to them and they love making other people happy. They are satisfied with just a small circle of friends; their need for social contact is not very marked as they also need a lot of time to themselves. Superfluous small talk is not their thing. If one wishes to be friends with them or have a relationship with them, one would have to share their world of thought and be willing to participate in profound discussions. If you manage that you will be rewarded with an exceptionally intensive, rich partnership. Due to their high demands on themselves and others, this personality type tends however to sometimes overload the relationship with romantic and idealistic ideas to such an extent that the partner feels overtaxed or inferior. Dreamy Idealists do not fall in love head over heels but when they do fall in love they want this to be a great, eternal love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Adjectives which describe your type&lt;/h2&gt;introverted, theoretical, emotional, spontaneous, idealistic, dreamy, effusive, pleasant, reserved, friendly, passionate, loyal, perfectionist, helpful, creative, composed, curious, obstinate, with integrity, willing to make sacrifices, romantic, cautious, shy, peace-loving, vulnerable, sensitive, communicative, imaginative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;These subjects could interest you&lt;/h2&gt;Literature, philosophy, psychology, music, art (museums), writing, drawing/painting, astrology, spiritual things, meditation, handicrafts, writing, voluntary work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do the quiz &lt;a href="http://www.ipersonic.com/" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-7361832829512521186?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7361832829512521186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-di.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/7361832829512521186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/7361832829512521186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-di.html' title='I am a DI?'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-6216940419659339737</id><published>2008-07-05T21:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:36:49.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Box Gracefully</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Box Gracefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American Next Top Model&lt;/span&gt;, think for my entire life until now, I watched only two and I did think it was really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;. All the girls &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bitching &lt;/span&gt;each other, putting each other down until they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;break down&lt;/span&gt;. Woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, that was a tad &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sadistic&lt;/span&gt;. :) But then again, sadly, its usually the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bitchy &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt; people who will survive until the last few rounds. Just like the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;society &lt;/span&gt;we live in, kindness does not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;necessary &lt;/span&gt;begets kindness. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad &lt;/span&gt;hard fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course, there is still hope. We have people like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melrose &lt;/span&gt;to keep us &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entertained &lt;/span&gt;while living in this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;insanity&lt;/span&gt;. Featuring &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melrose - Box Gracefully&lt;/span&gt;. Should be around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 minutes &lt;/span&gt;plus. Just let it load a while before watching it. Hees =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IdbJ0sLjZsI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IdbJ0sLjZsI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-6216940419659339737?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6216940419659339737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/07/box-gracefully.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/6216940419659339737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/6216940419659339737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/07/box-gracefully.html' title='Box Gracefully'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-8514061739377035924</id><published>2008-07-04T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:36:23.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheep and Lamb?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Sheep and Lamb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started today when I asked this question while sitting with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shirlyn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michele&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;, "What is the difference between a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sheep &lt;/span&gt;and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lamb&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;The first reply was, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheep &lt;/span&gt;goes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mehhh&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lamb &lt;/span&gt;goes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baa&lt;/span&gt;.." (Shirlyn)&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So came the continuation of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;discussion&lt;/span&gt;, as we try to figure out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more &lt;/span&gt;about the sheep and the lamb.&lt;br /&gt;"Sheep got wool, lamb don't have wool!"&lt;br /&gt;"Huh, I tot &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lamb &lt;/span&gt;is the one with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two horns&lt;/span&gt;..." (Shirlyn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Awkward Silence.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erm, I think that is a goat. You know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;goat &lt;/span&gt;with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;milk&lt;/span&gt;." (Jasmine)&lt;br /&gt;"O... and the young of the goat is?"&lt;br /&gt;"Lamb?"&lt;br /&gt;"No! I know, I know, its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kid&lt;/span&gt;!" (Michele)(Certified correct)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O...so a lamb is most prob the young of a sheep since it got no wool?"&lt;br /&gt;"Think so." (Certified correct)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm, let's think about other animals, the young of a horse is?"&lt;br /&gt;"I know, I know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PONY&lt;/span&gt;!" (Michele)&lt;br /&gt;"No la, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pony &lt;/span&gt;is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;another kind &lt;/span&gt;of horse la. Different, small small de, for riding."&lt;br /&gt;"Should be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;foal&lt;/span&gt;." (Certified correct)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mice &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mouse&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Easy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mice &lt;/span&gt;is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;singular&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mouse &lt;/span&gt;is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plural&lt;/span&gt;." (Shirlyn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All stare in awe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, wrong lei, if this logic flow, won't it be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mickey MICE&lt;/span&gt;, instead of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mickey MOUSE&lt;/span&gt;, since only got 1." (Me)&lt;br /&gt;"Yea lor, wrong la. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minnie MICE&lt;/span&gt; meh?" (Jasmine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All start laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the whole exchange was very retarded, but I had lots of fun laughing. Thanks! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whole &lt;/span&gt;list of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;animals &lt;/span&gt;and their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;young&lt;/span&gt;, please visit &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://mistupid.com/animals/groups.htm"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-8514061739377035924?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8514061739377035924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/07/sheep-and-lamb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/8514061739377035924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/8514061739377035924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/07/sheep-and-lamb.html' title='Sheep and Lamb?'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-4933075436703447445</id><published>2008-07-03T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:10:50.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fresh Look!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;A Fresh Look!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ok, so its not very fresh since the main colour scheme is still white and more simple than the previous one, but I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bored &lt;/span&gt;with the old skin and it was giving me some problem so I decided to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;change &lt;/span&gt;my blog skin, added &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;links &lt;/span&gt;and maybe a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;picture slidesho&lt;/span&gt;w if I have the time later after this entry. :D The main things this week was just sending the juniors and teachers to the airport twice due to some passport problem, haha. My mom thinks I really love going to the airport even though it is so far away. &lt;strong&gt;Janice&lt;/strong&gt; is already having withdrawal symptoms without &lt;strong&gt;Jermoe&lt;/strong&gt;, so I lent her some books to pass her off. Oh, the gift of &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I really really love the short timetable nowadays because my attention span and my mind can't seems to adapt to a whole full day of lessons despite &lt;strong&gt;YEARS&lt;/strong&gt; of training since secondary school. School's out at 1pm everyday, sometimes earlier and more time to book consultations with teachers which I really need and teachers willing to give. I am really lucky that I am blessed with such good teachers that give all out to the students. A big shout out to &lt;strong&gt;Miss Eleen Tan&lt;/strong&gt;, whose **th birthday is coming soon and actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;treated &lt;/span&gt;us to a esplanade performance, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magic Box&lt;/span&gt;. It was so nice of her! Her lessons are always the most active and lively, of course, the occasional bitching. What's &lt;strong&gt;S08&lt;/strong&gt; without bitching? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Though we always bitch each other, it was always in the name of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good fun&lt;/span&gt;. Hees. :) I really enjoyed the company of my classmates anytime even though I wasn't so close with them last year because of council, but they will always be there to embrance a lonely soul for lunch whenever needed. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love ya lots&lt;/span&gt;! And I really need to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop &lt;/span&gt;saying really. =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That's all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-4933075436703447445?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4933075436703447445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/07/fresh-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4933075436703447445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4933075436703447445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/07/fresh-look.html' title='A Fresh Look!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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-6604822.post-8937557673701832923</id><published>2008-06-26T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:35:04.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Happy! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="6"&gt;I am Happy! =)&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lol. Anyway, first wishing &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday to BING QI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;! =) Happy 18th Birthday! =) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/JustFate/SGOpE2Cz9HI/AAAAAAAAAk4/8ME1722I-F8/s1600-h/P1000622%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="320" alt="P1000622" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/JustFate/SGOpF8VbKDI/AAAAAAAAAk8/UgY2Zl7UemY/P1000622_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="420" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;=) Although some unpleasant things happen which was quite erm, uncalled for, haha. But it made me realise how much I miss council and how it had already became part of my life. Thanks for all the smses and kind words. I really appreciate it. Love ya all lots! =)) haha. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Haa, short entry, at least i updated. =) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to BING QI again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; You can do a lot of naughty things now. =) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smile coz you brightened up the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-8937557673701832923?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8937557673701832923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/8937557673701832923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/8937557673701832923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-happy.html' title='I am Happy! =)'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/JustFate/SGOpF8VbKDI/AAAAAAAAAk8/UgY2Zl7UemY/s72-c/P1000622_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-2353744237259870172</id><published>2008-06-05T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:47:09.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice, Ice, Ice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;Ice, Ice, Ice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After today chemistry lecture, which I was surprisingly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awake&lt;/span&gt;, haha. We are finally finishing the whole syllables! The bad news is that, now the exam will covers most of the topics. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joy&lt;/span&gt;. And the chem test have to fall on the same day on bio. Can I hear a cheer erupting from the bottom of my heart, one of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;extreme happiness&lt;/span&gt; that I am yet going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fail &lt;/span&gt;again? Whatever, this is just too depressing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After that, I went to the council room, as usual, the juniors were busy studying as part of the mass study program. I hope I am not a distraction to them! Study hard ok! And today is &lt;strong&gt;Cheng Yi's&lt;/strong&gt; Birthday! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 17th Birthday! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEf3ZQfAX5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/A2duuwY80LQ/s1600-h/DSC01686%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="DSC01686" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEf3aRSqv0I/AAAAAAAAAjc/wknlGITe2M0/DSC01686_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="320" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, after my attempt to make a birthday card for him despite my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;failure &lt;/span&gt;in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;art&lt;/span&gt;, haha. Its the thought that count anyways, =) I left the council room after that to go meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qy &lt;/span&gt;so we can finally go buy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pam&lt;/span&gt;'s belated birthday present. Having no aim in mind, we walked around the whole &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queenways &lt;/span&gt;and then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IKEA &lt;/span&gt;but to no avail and with admitting defeat, we went to anchor point for dessert.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ICE CREAM&lt;/span&gt;, but don't have but at least we found the gift for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pam&lt;/span&gt;. Hope she like it! =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So we took the bus which was like forty minutes long to west mall for swensons! To kill time, camwhoring is a must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEf3g_NquzI/AAAAAAAAAjg/X0TBvKlVcSs/s1600-h/DSC00158%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="DSC00158" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEf3iVTOs7I/AAAAAAAAAjo/rqo-QoBi_xg/DSC00158_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="320" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEf3pGIshuI/AAAAAAAAAjs/NXX-9KpqVGQ/s1600-h/DSC00161%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="DSC00161" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEf3qXxFyhI/AAAAAAAAAjw/MJbaWr-Lylg/DSC00161_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="320" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think its the sun that makes me look so white. =(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEf3sNPRkUI/AAAAAAAAAj0/siVUlxlov48/s1600-h/DSC00154%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="DSC00154" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEf3uYRj_HI/AAAAAAAAAj4/GEm5v9dogPs/DSC00154_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="320" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Qy loves flowers. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEf30YGwe_I/AAAAAAAAAj8/YkcmvAE-HJY/s1600-h/DSC00169%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="DSC00169" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEf31WkzL5I/AAAAAAAAAkA/Mv5cgibkAjA/DSC00169_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="320" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And then requests to take his "muscular" legs. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We finally reached west mall with our butt hurting like mad but for ice cream. It was all worth it!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEf3_pXRfZI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ke8ARwLOqr4/s1600-h/DSC00170%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="DSC00170" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEf4BRDJ1oI/AAAAAAAAAkI/I2rLYWA-1aE/DSC00170_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="320" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mmm... Ice cream. I'm loving it!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEf4Nfd_v1I/AAAAAAAAAkM/AnGIGk3XIJ8/s1600-h/DSC00171%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="DSC00171" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEf4PW9HfCI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/wl2vneRiWo4/DSC00171_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="320" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What a slut. =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The short meetup with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qy &lt;/span&gt;reminds me how much I miss talking to him, despite that he is so bloody annoying and slutty! Best friends forever! =) I then received a call from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat &lt;/span&gt;asking me go plaza to meet up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wende&lt;/span&gt;. Busy life huh. Lazy to write details, haha. You can visit nat's blog for details, I will just post some random photos. =P&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEf4XIFOEPI/AAAAAAAAAkU/OwoIc6ab5lk/s1600-h/DSC00173%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="DSC00173" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEf4fUc3JbI/AAAAAAAAAkY/i8giKyw0NpY/DSC00173_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="320" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Camwhoring again but I wasn't ready!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEf4nYgKeqI/AAAAAAAAAkc/HxLRIvdgMbk/s1600-h/DSC00174%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="DSC00174" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEf4ohwJlTI/AAAAAAAAAkk/gUzHK-4AHyw/DSC00174_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="320" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now's that's much better. =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEf4v_C1CAI/AAAAAAAAAko/arpTGysmCTg/s1600-h/DSC00177%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="DSC00177" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEf4w3jVwNI/AAAAAAAAAks/CrZ13xDvAxU/DSC00177_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="320" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nat &lt;/span&gt;eating her third plate of Tempura Ice cream. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEf4y0owncI/AAAAAAAAAkw/jNvCPNH5_1k/s1600-h/DSC00181%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="DSC00181" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEf4z7Ky8xI/AAAAAAAAAk0/yKgc_D_9KZI/DSC00181_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="320" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Introduing "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW tako&lt;/span&gt;"!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Erm, yea. =) More dinners coming soon! Especially &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WELFARE DINNER&lt;/span&gt;! =)))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-2353744237259870172?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2353744237259870172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/06/ice-ice-ice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/2353744237259870172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/2353744237259870172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/06/ice-ice-ice.html' title='Ice, Ice, Ice!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEf3aRSqv0I/AAAAAAAAAjc/wknlGITe2M0/s72-c/DSC01686_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604822.post-4832779720680436261</id><published>2008-06-03T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:20:49.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;Holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I seems to be going to school a lot this week, just can't seems to stay at home and rot my life away with television and the computer. Its kinda boring anyway so I went back to school after eating lunch with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yewjin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;abbie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mai &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. The first place I went was to go to council room which was always bursting with life. Crowed with the lively juniors and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pearlyn &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jean &lt;/span&gt;mugging at one corner. I couldnt settle down so I went Jurong Point with the juniors! haha =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;celiese&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;syira&lt;/span&gt; went to the staff room to wait for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;christian &lt;/span&gt;who was supposed to be doing his econs test which he think he flunked. &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVnTR87-wI/AAAAAAAAAh0/9oNx9ggLg4A/s1600-h/DSC00099%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" alt="DSC00099" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVnVn4KVdI/AAAAAAAAAh4/camfuv85Foc/DSC00099_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="320" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Christian diligently doing his test. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We then went to jurong point after he handed up his test wanting to catch a movie but there wasn't any nice shows and they don't even have the student price anymore. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVIL&lt;/span&gt;! Go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cathay&lt;/span&gt;, tickets are still at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$6.00&lt;/span&gt; as long as you watch it before six. So we walked around and since they were hungry, we went to pizza hut for lunch. Lunch, again. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVneRpRolI/AAAAAAAAAh8/2J3ZOmLmD5g/s1600-h/DSC00101%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" alt="DSC00101" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVnh_gZ6YI/AAAAAAAAAiA/ebdgJjxBuVc/DSC00101_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="320" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He had to give that face. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVno1yl4TI/AAAAAAAAAiE/bLo5yDlAvxc/s1600-h/DSC00104%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" alt="DSC00104" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVnqh8yMLI/AAAAAAAAAiI/kjfOUtdoFEs/DSC00104_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="320" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The cap for the chili fell into the soup, hence the result. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here is the video! =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:69bbca76-6377-453e-8702-499120ce26e7" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-02832203235890689 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gpd_5JL-Ug4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gpd_5JL-Ug4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gpd_5JL-Ug4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And of course, what is a meal without camwhoring? haha. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVn5Fy7ZTI/AAAAAAAAAiM/1kHe0fv_JTU/s1600-h/DSC00111%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" alt="DSC00111" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVn81HAPbI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/y4voIX62gaE/DSC00111_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="320" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syira&lt;/span&gt; acting emo. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVoIbi5ODI/AAAAAAAAAiU/6d1SdhpGTpQ/s1600-h/DSC00115%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" alt="DSC00115" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVoLJmC05I/AAAAAAAAAic/4vhGTFwgWsc/DSC00115_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="320" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then acting cute. =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVoW3b5XqI/AAAAAAAAAig/Fvpww6sVfmI/s1600-h/DSC00114%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" alt="DSC00114" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVoYZVEGeI/AAAAAAAAAik/Ih_e3Oj-tFU/DSC00114_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="320" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;celiese&lt;/span&gt;. welfare rocks! =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVohf3Gd9I/AAAAAAAAAio/4fYm8_w-RHc/s1600-h/DSC00108%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" alt="DSC00108" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVoiz_8FkI/AAAAAAAAAis/qzuP5MTejZQ/DSC00108_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="320" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Himbo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;christian&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After the scrumptious meal and all the gossips, we went to eat ice cream! Was supposed to be swensons but then mac was cheaper. haha. =) And being very nice people, we decided to buy doughnuts for the council! =) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVoonCPuTI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ewRJgvIWImE/s1600-h/DSC00119%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" alt="DSC00119" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVoprHy5-I/AAAAAAAAAi0/4gw1_gKd0m4/DSC00119_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="320" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;See the nice doughnuts?  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVovaHtSMI/AAAAAAAAAi4/i766wD-VP_M/s1600-h/DSC00117%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" alt="DSC00117" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVox0xcXZI/AAAAAAAAAi8/IvrMaALlCZ0/DSC00117_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="320" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was buy 6 get 1 free, so we chose the cutest and gave it to...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVo5dEmcqI/AAAAAAAAAjA/oOIPwhEoqEA/s1600-h/DSC00118%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" alt="DSC00118" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVo7AV0ADI/AAAAAAAAAjE/hiSGpNopI9g/DSC00118_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="320" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aiksong&lt;/span&gt;! For being the president. haha. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And the most important photo!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVz1y-B-sI/AAAAAAAAAjI/aw6yOpYjrKY/s1600-h/IMG_3644%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" alt="IMG_3644" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVz3pO0PkI/AAAAAAAAAjM/6fxMspH3eu4/IMG_3644_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="620" width="444" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVz4rl4piI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_e9Lhhp-S8Q/s1600-h/IMG_3646%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" alt="IMG_3646" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVz6jwaS3I/AAAAAAAAAjU/Q1-C126OBBk/IMG_3646_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="470" width="620" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our Family Photo! Like finally, we took it! =))))))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love mummy, daddy and aunt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604822-4832779720680436261?l=justfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4832779720680436261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/06/outings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4832779720680436261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604822/posts/default/4832779720680436261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfate.blogspot.com/2008/06/outings.html' title='Outings!'/><author><name>tiong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05739941441318421055</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/JustFate/SEVnVn4KVdI/AAAAAAAAAh4/camfuv85Foc/s72-c/DSC00099_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
