<?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-702901053689269118</id><updated>2011-07-31T09:12:31.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen Angel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-8709705261539328058</id><published>2010-02-04T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:32:23.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday, 29th January.&lt;br /&gt;First Official training for Part A recruits. Was suppsoed to be a damn Hiong session, but apparently the Part A's couldn't take much punishment, so we did quite a slack PT session instead. Nothing much to post on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 1st February.&lt;br /&gt;Tried for the Legion Recruitment. Didn't really go well. We are seriously in need of more members, or else screwed XMZX is screwed.&lt;br /&gt;First GEP lesson of the year, Chemistry. Quite an ok session, the questions asked in the worksheet is fairly simple. Felt a little degraded. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 3rd February.&lt;br /&gt;2nd training for Part A's. New members. Including one, who didn't pput NCC as any of the choices for CCA. Won't be committed to NCC, i bet, and i even asked. Talked to Ma'm Wong about this, she said Mr Suresh will settle this issue with him.&lt;br /&gt;Went to VivoCity after that, got a PUMA bag for $49, design is quite simple, but that's why i like it. There's no need to be so elaborate like my previous bag, the pixelised camod bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 4th February.&lt;br /&gt;Just checked my facebook account. Managed to get a sec 1 guy to enquire about the Legion of Mary, through Mr Peh. That's probably some good news, but may God still continue to help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i've got my Puma bag. Saw this Puma shoes i really like. $106, buying it after i get my Hong Bao money. :)&lt;br /&gt;Already planned what to wear for Maristic (Esplanade Band Concert). :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-8709705261539328058?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8709705261539328058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8709705261539328058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday-29th-january.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-8238673478570804538</id><published>2010-01-25T15:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:48:52.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, nothing much have happened since the last time i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;Major events were CCA Maze and Caius' birthday party. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say much about CCA Maze, though i finally got the chance to dress up in number 4 (camo uniform). Not face painting, though, there was a little twist. Urban Ops. Wore shades and combat gloves in Smart Number 4 (sleeves folded up). Carried rifle around with Justin. Haha. Not a very good yield, though. Only 23 opted for NCC as first choice. 18 for NPCC, 4 for Chinese Ochestra, and 50 for band. O.o&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's my last half year in NCC so i'm going to make sure it is of excellent standard before i leave. Meaning, you guys better watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caius' birthday. Good time. :) Got him a shirt, don't think many people liked the design, though. :( Oh well, at least i hope he likes it, that's all. I think everone enjoyed the party. :) Borrowed his brothers' violins and played a bit. Learned from Renyi. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are a few things i started to like during the first month of 2010, so :hese are things i want to get for myself:&lt;br /&gt;1. Puma shoes&lt;br /&gt;2. Puma backpack&lt;br /&gt;3. Violin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been thinking about my future:&lt;br /&gt;1. Become a Rescue Diver&lt;br /&gt;2. Make it into Singapore Poly's Nautical Studies Course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And spiritual life as well:&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to Church of the Divine Mercy (CDM) for mass every sunday&lt;br /&gt;2. Start up a Praesidium at CDM after O levels&lt;br /&gt;3. Start volunteering for some church activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;No school this wednesday, school has agreed to give us a day off due to outstanding O level results.&lt;br /&gt;So... anybody up for kayaking or something on that day?&lt;br /&gt;i need a tan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-8238673478570804538?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8238673478570804538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8238673478570804538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-nothing-much-have-happened-since.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-3359842491566562333</id><published>2010-01-01T22:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:49:30.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The mind;&lt;br /&gt;The heart.&lt;br /&gt;It is what makes you a good person.&lt;br /&gt;Or not.&lt;br /&gt;It is the difference between heaven, and hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lesson of the year:&lt;br /&gt;One wrong move,&lt;br /&gt;Unintentional and accidental or not,&lt;br /&gt;Could mean you'll lose everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Such as the one you like.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really in the mood right now,&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong was fine, nothing to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i have a few new year resolutions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Score well for O levels.&lt;br /&gt;2. To do that, i have to study hard.&lt;br /&gt;3. Plus i should pray more.&lt;br /&gt;4. Which means participating actively in Legion.&lt;br /&gt;5. CCA is also very important to me, so i have to be active in NCC as well.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll do my best to get as many new Part A's as possible.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll also have to find potential leaders within the new Part C batch.&lt;br /&gt;8. On top of that, DON'T SCREW UP FREESTYLE DRILL COMPETITION.&lt;br /&gt;9. So after O's, i'm going for CLT course.&lt;br /&gt;10. Which means i'll have to be able to do at least 10 pull-ups, that's my aim.&lt;br /&gt;11. In my free time, i'm going to learn to write. Stories, songs, poems, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;12. And then i'll send something special to someone on Valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;13. I'll also take up swimming, Gold star, Life Saving, and Basic Diving. By NS.&lt;br /&gt;14. And finally, end this year Happily Ever After. Hopfully so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Year, started out with friends at Priscilla's house. Great friends. Took a cab back home, with JieJie Jojo and Gladys following me down to the roadside. Talked quite a bit with the driver. Came home at 1.15am. Went to sleep. First song of the year, Kings and Queens by 30 Seconds to Mars. Woke up, first drive of the year, then first meal of the year, Famous 328 Katong Laksa. First movie of the year, Avatar. Excellent movie. Can't say enough about it. Anyway, Ate macs afterwards, and now i'm here, blogging. Meanwhile talking to friends, which put me in this moodless state right now. First heartbreak of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Into the night,&lt;br /&gt;Desperate and broken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never be with the one i like...&lt;br /&gt;Too short, too young...&lt;br /&gt;Accidents...&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be with someone i care for...&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be given the chance to try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-3359842491566562333?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3359842491566562333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3359842491566562333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-really-in-mood-right-now-hong-kong.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-1551285432832771137</id><published>2009-12-07T17:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:30:55.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As promised, i'll tell you about the Cameron Highlands trip and JXY'09. :)&lt;br /&gt;BRIEFLY, cause i'm feeling lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron highlands...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really much to say about.&lt;br /&gt;1st day was at Malacca, cause my grandmother had a house there, needed to pay the bills. So we stayed at the house over 1 night.&lt;br /&gt;Next day we drove up to Cameron highlands itself. Lots of winding roads. The night before was super cold, though, so i had flu. Took panadol and slept on the car. Halfway up i woke up, feeling a lot better. :)&lt;br /&gt;Next day, didn't really do much. Shopping, visited the tea and strawberry plantations. Pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;Final day, packed up and drove back home. :)&lt;br /&gt;Simple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JXY'09.&lt;br /&gt;Best.&lt;br /&gt;As in really best, no sarcasm. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten lots of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Was really fun, Cluedo was super predictable which made it not SO scary. On the last night, Xian Nic and Julian were being super lame and super retarded.&lt;br /&gt;On the whole, exciting, food was good but low variety. Erm... Nothing much to say, really.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for next year's JXY. :)&lt;br /&gt;Best part: I finally know what True Love is, what it really means. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, had meeting, collected all the comments about JXY to be reported during Curia next Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;After that, followed Mel to his house bus-stop. Took 22 to Tampines mall. Reached at 1.20pm, just in time. They bought my ticket already so we just went straight in. Watched New Moon. Another predictable show. But quite cool, still. After, went to eat and drink at the Kopitiam, then Kevin went home with his mum. Priscilla, Rytha and i went to the bus interchange and took 81 together. Pris alighted first, then Rytha, then i last. Read book. Watched TV. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNDH (Chang Nian Da Hui) was on sunday. Quite a fun event, all in all, especially seeing how the old people were so on and so happy, makes you feel good, you know? :)&lt;br /&gt;Caius had to leave so i followed, then after he boarded the bus i went to find some shops to get some things for Christmas gifts since i won't be here during Christmas, rather at Hong Kong. Didn't really get anything at all. Wasted about 1 hour of my life. Took the bus 153 back home. Met Wei Jie at the back. Talked till he had to alight. Then at night, helped my mum make dinner, my aunt was eating over. After dinner i followed her to her house, with newspapers for the dog since she doesn't order them. Dad fetched. Came back home, and my mum told my brother and i that we'll go for mass in Hong Kong church. Haha. Later speak cantonese don't understand. Die. Lol. Don't want to blog about what happened next. Long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went for badminton. Came early, though, about an hour early. To do more shopping since i couldn't get anything on sunday. Managed to get quite a bit. Busted my budget, though. Shit. But it should be ok. :) Then ate Filet-O-Fish with hasbrown and iced milo for breakfast. Met the rest afterward, and then went to the CC. Thought Priscilla was going to be late but she was already there when we reached. Played badminton till about 2.15pm? Did something together with 4 others somewhere then left together for white sands to eat. Went to collect some gifts (which i forgot to collect during the morning, :p in a rush lah. Lucky still had the receipt.) and gave out the gifts. Ate, then left for home. Now i'm back here. :) Tired, need to go and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited Church of the Divine Mercy just now, on the way back. Super nice, super grand, quite modern looking. Awesome place. :)&lt;br /&gt;Considering to start a new Zhi Tuan there next year, after O levels. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;To my friends:&lt;br /&gt;It's my life,&lt;br /&gt;My fight.&lt;br /&gt;Please,&lt;br /&gt;Try not to interfere.&lt;br /&gt;I beg you.&lt;br /&gt;Not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;All i long for now,&lt;br /&gt;Is just a hug...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-1551285432832771137?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/1551285432832771137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/1551285432832771137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/12/as-promised-ill-tell-you-about-cameron.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-8343459376531367749</id><published>2009-12-03T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:44:34.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite some time since i last blogged. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a trip up to Cameron Highlands in Malaysia, and the day after had JXY'09. :)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed JXY'09 very much.&lt;br /&gt;I'll edit the post tomorrow or something,&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masquerade's the theme for Christmas party, so i need a mask. Full-faced venetian mask. I just need to know where i can find any shop that sells those masks. :) Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-8343459376531367749?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8343459376531367749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8343459376531367749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-its-been-quite-some-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-3821021879632290854</id><published>2009-11-22T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:57:41.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;GOD,&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;GIVE ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;A&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h1&gt;MIRACLE.&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;What,&lt;br /&gt;What have i done wrong?&lt;br /&gt;What did i do to you, God,&lt;br /&gt;That you would cause all these to happen&lt;br /&gt;Right before me,&lt;br /&gt;Right before my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Have i committed a sin&lt;br /&gt;So grave that you would even&lt;br /&gt;Reject my selfless and sincere prayers?&lt;br /&gt;All i requested,&lt;br /&gt;Is just for you to help them.&lt;br /&gt;THEM, not me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm worth nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Not just in their eyes,&lt;br /&gt;But in mine as well.&lt;br /&gt;I have prayed to you,&lt;br /&gt;Telling you,&lt;br /&gt;I'd sacrifice ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;Just to see them both together.&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise,&lt;br /&gt;A vow,&lt;br /&gt;And you know me,&lt;br /&gt;I WILL keep to it.&lt;br /&gt;My word is my Honour,&lt;br /&gt;And my Honour is my LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;Take it if you will.&lt;br /&gt;It means nothing already.&lt;br /&gt;Take it,&lt;br /&gt;So long as you answer the prayers,&lt;br /&gt;Mine and theirs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm slipping away from my Faith.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let that happen.&lt;br /&gt;I've promised,&lt;br /&gt;To CHANGE who i used to be,&lt;br /&gt;To CHANGE for the better.&lt;br /&gt;Is that not what you want?&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE,&lt;br /&gt;I AM BEGGING YOU,&lt;br /&gt;WITH WHATEVER LITTLE FAITH I HAVE LEFT,&lt;br /&gt;I THROW IT ALL OUT IN THIS PRAYER:&lt;br /&gt;PERFORM THAT MIRACLE.&lt;br /&gt;I have cried for it to happen,&lt;br /&gt;Catch my tears, God,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me let go of you...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like it's all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;Like i've caused all this shit.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like dying.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have done that.&lt;br /&gt;Now i just feel like dying,&lt;br /&gt;Because you do, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;I've said this many times,&lt;br /&gt;But i'll just say it again:&lt;br /&gt;I'm sincerely sorry,&lt;br /&gt;from the deepest part&lt;br /&gt;of whatever's left of my heart...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-3821021879632290854?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3821021879632290854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3821021879632290854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-give-me-miracle.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-99041245818988015</id><published>2009-11-20T17:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:59:21.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Came back from Sentosa not too long ago. Settling some... stuff, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really do much, pretty much just walked around, took photos, swam a bit, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Met at 10am at the entrance of Vivo from MRT, but only Jonnie, Kevin and Jing Ting was there. After a while, Guang Yuan came. Both of us then sat down at the stairs for no reason, saw Megan and she joined the others. After some time the rest came, and we set off for Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;There they played BasketBall and VolleyBall, while i sat there, taking pictures, and walked around for a bit. After that they stopped playing BasketBall and Jevons, Nigel and i went to swim. THey continued to play VolleyBall, though, and it started to drizzle. After i took i shower i joined them back at the shelter and we went back to Vivo, after they changed, and Megan left early. Anyway, we all ate at Carl's Jr. and i officially went broke, save a few cents but that's worth almost nothing. Nigel and i left while the rest went to play arcade, and had a little heart-to-heart talk on the way to the MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much about it, i'm still uploading photos into FB. Stupid active x control. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Hang in there,&lt;br /&gt;For those who have lost their hearts to love,&lt;br /&gt;It's just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;And time takes its toll,&lt;br /&gt;You get hurt,&lt;br /&gt;But that's only so that you will learn&lt;br /&gt;To appreciate everything you have,&lt;br /&gt;And to appreciate better what you want to have,&lt;br /&gt;When you get it.&lt;br /&gt;So cherish every moment,&lt;br /&gt;Every damn moment,&lt;br /&gt;Even the fights,&lt;br /&gt;The quarrels.&lt;br /&gt;Because if it ends,&lt;br /&gt;You'll remember it all.&lt;br /&gt;And although it may be a big fight,&lt;br /&gt;You'll want it to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;Your waiting time is almost up.&lt;br /&gt;Take care and God bless your hearts.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-99041245818988015?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/99041245818988015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/99041245818988015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/11/came-back-from-sentosa-not-too-long-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-16937879493365757</id><published>2009-11-14T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T17:37:57.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from OBS yesterday, but didn't post because i didn't really have had the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday 9/11, Day 1.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6.30am, i think. Changed to Barracudas PT Kit, took up my bomb bag, strapped my shoe bag on it and left the house at around 6.45am. Buzz was open, so i bought a packet of M&amp;M's and Blackcurrent juice. Walked to the bus interchange while eating, and took the bus 82 to Punggol Jetty. Aloysious came on the bus a number of stops later, and we continued on our really long journey to the OBS School. Was freezing on the way there, and it was drizzling, which made it way worse. Even if you turned the air-conditioner away it was still freezing. Anyway, we reached the school and saw Ashton, Kevin and Jonnie at the carpark, and we sat down under shelter in the school. Saint Gab's came next, and then other schools started coming in. Rytha came as well, but only because she lives really close and was most probably there to say byebye to Jevons and only Jevons. Lol. Mr Chong came as well, to check our attendance and particulars and wish us luck, and we were left to Chit-Chat for super long, bullying Jevons and Rytha in the process, and making fun of Yeow Boon. After that we were sorted out into our "watch" as they called it, a group of 16. I was put in watch 14 along with Jonnie, Nigel and Kevin, and we were introduced to our instructors, Abidin and Theresa. Watch 14 was also known as Magellan, named after his contribution to the world. Had some lame games, some medical clarifications, ordering of photographs, and got to know each other a little better. Then we went out to have our photos taken, and sat down together in a circle. We did the raccoon circle thing, all had to get in without stepping into the rope thing and without using our hands, mouth, elbows and shoulders. Managed it, although we had to squeeze in quite a bit. Had a short briefing, and then we finally set off for the ferry to Camp 2 in Pulau Ubin. Saw Rachel on the way there, though, but i didn't get to say hi. Anyway, we reached Camp 2, and unloaded out to the jettyside. We went up in terms of watches to our campsite, a heli-pad that didn't seem to be used according to what it's supposed to be used for. We took up appointments, Nigel and i being Day 1 ICs. We sorted out our food, and while we were collecting the food, i saw Nigel (Legion's Nigel Ng, not NCC's Nigel Ng), which was super cool since it's rare to see your other friends out of Mainland Singapore. We sorted out the food according to what we were having for other meals of the 5days and 4nights during the camp. After that we sorted out the watch-storeroom's stuff, like folding the tents and groundsheets and ponchos and flysheets and stuff. Afterwards we had lunch together in a circle, and after that learnt a few knots (all of which i already know, ahemahem), then we had the simulated abseiling, which was not really any kick at all. It was slanted at estimate 125 degrees clockwise from top, and we all cleared it, obviously. I think we had tent pitching and cooking after that. We went up to an open field, part of the OBS Camp 2 as well. The Marists carried the tent bags up there and set it down, and then after Theresa demonstrated how to do outdoor cooking and pitch an A-shape tent, with our help, and we were left to cook and pitch the tents on our own while she went down to have a meeting. It started raining, however, though slight but still heavy enough not to consider it a drizzle. We covered the girls with our blue tarp and some cotton twine, holding it up bye tying the corners to nearby tree braches and trunks. Some of the girls then helped out a bit with the pitching of tents with all the guys, but we told them to go eat first. The guys were pretty much wet when we were done, after getting about 30 minutes extension time, since we hit stop time but didn't have our dinner yet. We ate Sardines with Ikan Bilis and rice, which tasted a hell good for camp food. Washed up the mess tins and pots and stuff, and then put them back in the store. Had a quick shower, some bonding, a short debrief, then we took our ponchos and went up to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday 10/11, Day 2.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 2.30am, and found that Kevin was awake as well. Noticed that the side was kind of sagging, and we went out to repitch the tent again, while Jonnie and Nigel were still sleeping and snoring, respectively. After going to the toilet a short moment, we went back and talked lots of crap. Reached 5.05am, and we woke everyone else up to unpitch the tents. They all went to wash up first, and it was all left to the Marists once again to unpitch the tents (though not pack them). They came back to pack the tents, and the Marists then went to wash up. Had morning PT which was uber-no-kick, and had breakfast and journal writing and goal setting. Afterwards we prepared for kayaking, changing into our long-sleeved shirt and track pants. Borrowed Nigel's AKE shirt, since mine was a really crap kind i refuse to use for kayaking. Took out the kayaks and life-vests and paddles, and had some practicing. While waiting for the previous group, we made something like a flag of paper of some sort, did our buoyancy test, and by then the previous group was done. Took up a Tri-yak with Adilah, did capsize drill, and did some funny stuff near the shore. Had lunch afterwards, and then we wrote down our packing list for our Land and Sea Expeditions on Days 3 and 4. Washed up, changed into our shirts and dry track pants, and did abseiling. Had a demo and safety harness check first, then we started. Jonnie went first, Nigel second, Kevin third and i fourth (Marists again). Slipped on the same spot TWICE, langkah at the same place TWICE, then slipped on a few other places, but managed to recover and abseil down to safety without any fear. Left side was painful, though, it was the side i hit on rocks and plants when i slipped. Came up, while Kevin stayed down to wait for a few girls. "True Blue Marist Gentleman", what bullshit. Lol. Anyway, while waiting for everyone else, we had an INTERESTING bonding session, especially between Jonnie and Jing Ting. Jonnie then had to shut up for 5 minutes while Jing Ting tried to "seduce" him into talking, but failed. After that, we did some packing up of our Exped stuff, and set of, walking about 1 klick to our next campsite, where we did outdoor cooking again, this time having Maggi noodles, Curry Chicken and Young corn. Some went to pitch tents and chope places and the rest stayed to help with the cooking. After that we sat down around the blue tarp, and Kevin took out a candle and stuck it to one of the used cans for our candlelight dinner. :) Finished, and most of them went to pitch tents. I stayed with some of the girls to wash and keep our trash (for dumping the next day) and our mess tins and utensils and stuff. After washing, the girls stayed to clean the tarp and the area, and i went with to pitch the tents after a request for help from Jonnie. We shifted our bags and stuff to the campsite, and after that we managed to sleep through after a powder bath and without any tent collapsing or almost collapsing that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday 11/11, Day 3.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpitched our tents and packed them up. Shifted all our stuff to where we had our cooking the night before, and sat around to have breakfast. Had a briefing about the Land Expedition, and we were asked to move to a few checkpoints. Nothing much to say about this day, only that we walked an estimate 8 klicks with full fieldpacks and tent packs, and stopped to play some games at each checkpoint. Managed to clear in time, with some extensions in time, enough to get back to our original campsite, where we put our bags down and had a game. We all had to be "connected" in a way, and shift a bag on a stretcher across 2 log obstacles, and squeeze everything in together. We managed to complete it considerably fast, and we had the product/process/people sorting out thing. After that we trekked all the way to Camp 1, where we laid down our tents at the campsite by the shore, and left our bags somewhere in the Camp. Camp 1 had a lot more facilites than Camp 2, though. Not a complaint. We actually like it better at Camp 2. Anyway, we had some stretching and we ate dinner at Camp 1's cookhouse, and washed up the plates and ourselves with water, not powder anymore. Had a briefing on the Sea Expedition for Day 4, and we appointed Kevin and Jing Ting to represent Magellan as Sea Exped ICs. We were kayaking with Livingstone as well. Continued pitching our tents with rocks and bricks, since the floor was too hard to use peg and hammer to pitch the tents up. At least it managed to hold up. Had an early nap, since we were waking up really early the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday 12/11, Day 4.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea Exped day. Woke up at 3.30am and washed ourselves up, unpitching the tents as well. Completely packed all our stuff up, and loaded up our fieldpacks onto the safety boat. Both Magellan's and Livingstone's fieldpacks and tarps. Suited up with life-vests, and the ICs sorted us up into our kayaks. I was sorted in with Jonnie and Joy, which i learned to be really great kayakers. Anyway, loaded up our Tri-yak with our stuff, and set off at estimate 6am. Maybe earlier. Kept in pace with Sea Exped Navi, with Nigel's kayak as well. Navi's kayak was moving out of control, it seemed, but we managed to reach the river too early, i think 8.20am when we were supposed to reach there at 11am. Kayaked into the river, some tight squeezing, and we reached the 10-meter mud patch walk very early as well. Fell down on the slippery mud while moving Abidin's Bandit singles kayak across. Crossed over to the other side of the river, where many people pee-ed, and i didn't know it until i washed my bootes and pants when people suddenly told me. Oh well. I can always wash it clean later on at sea or something. Which i didn't. :p Whoops. Anyway, we kayaked through mangroves and stopped at the road, where we carried our kayaks up onto the side, had a long break, and had a brief washing of our kayaks with our water from our bottles. I hardly drank, anyway, so i volunteered to use my bottle to did a considerably nice clean on the top and sides of the kayak, lightening our load by a full 2-litre bottle's worth of weight. After that, we continued setting off throught the mangroves once more, had blockages on both sides, but one was a fallen tree and the other was an overhanging low brach. We picked the branch side and Gladwin helped us through, by getting out of his kayak and holding it up for all of us till we all could get through. Made it out into open sea, when it started to drizzle. Didn't affect us much at all. Was about i think 2 klicks back to Camp 2, when the rain started becoming heavier, and you could see everybody choinging forward. True kayaking style, which they most probably copied from my kayak and Nigel's kayak. Moving forward, dipping the blade in, pulling back the side with the blade in and pushing out the other (they most probably didn't know about the pushing part) and using the feet to kick against the foothold to push it further and faster (which i bet they didn't do as well). Reached the jetty at 12noon, 3 hours early, and the rain stopped. After that, we all beached up our kayaks, washed up our stuff and then rested at the shed. Had some really crazy time, especially keeping the kayaks when everybody there, particularly Jing Ting, Ali and ShingYang were laughing like mad, and we took 10 minutes just to put 1 kayak back with them there. Did faster for the other few. Had some experience sharing in a circle till about 1.15pm, and since we were so fast, we were given till 3pm to have the time for ourselves. Bathed, unpacked and repacked, ate our lunch and then had some leadership exercises thing. Not sure how to elaborate but they were activities that were supposedly used to train you up on how to lead and stuff. One inside joke was about "The HEART...", and only Magellan and Livingstone people knew about it. Haha. We moved our tents to the next campsite, on the slope near beach around the jetty area, and started cooking and pitching tents. Moved to the open area next to the jetty, and shared the dishes we cooked to everyone. While sharing, a wild boar came and watched us from the staircase to block 6 about 50-meters away, and we were told to ignore it. It went back into the bushes, anyway. After eating, some of the guys went back to the campsite to sit on the rocks or outside the tents to look at Mainland Singapore, to emo, while the rest cleaned the stuff up. Food was excellent, by the way, especially the instructors' "sand food", which was boiled apples and raisins in ovaltine/milo powder, which looked like sand. Anyway, we all gathered together for one of the last times for a briefing for the last day, and then we all went to slack at the campsite. We also followed the security guard to see the tracks that the wild boar left behind, and trust me they were damn scary. 11pm was lights-out, but most of us were out there together, singing songs and whatnot, until someone was like shouting-whispering "instructor come already!" and you could see everyone rushing back to their tents. Instructor shouted for some bit until someone finally said "Instructor clear! You can come out now!", but in the end we decided not to go and slept instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday 13/11, Day 5.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day we didn't really do anything, just unpitched our tents, kept our stuff, washed everything, took lots of photos at the kayaking shed and then sorted ourselves out according to our schools. Said farewell to whoever went before us, and we took the jetty back. Gathered at the same place we gathered on the first day, and it started to rain again. Lol. Queued up at the souvenir shop, school by school, and bought our stuff. We were then free to go. Kevin, Jonnie and i waited for the PL girls since we were going to macs later on. Took the bus 82 there, with Nigel, Darren and Nobie boarding the bus at the next stop. Anyway, we had macs, and ShingYang, Jun Jie, Sean, and Joel Teng joined us afterwards. Jia Min left early, and Kevin and Jonnie went back home on their own. I took the train back myself from kovan back to serangoon and did lots of crap. Haha. Was dead tired, anyway, so i left early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, OBS will be missed, and so will Magellan of 9/11-13/11. Oh well, we're watching a movie together soon, so yeah. At least we'll be able to get back together soon. I better go now, i'm going for mass later on so that i'll be joining badminton tomorrow. :) Hope to see you guys soon.&lt;br /&gt;Take Care and God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magellan, oi! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-16937879493365757?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/16937879493365757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/16937879493365757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-from-obs-yesterday-but-didnt-post.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-8939095909748444253</id><published>2009-11-05T14:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:19:14.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;All My Bullshit Nonsense Will Stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what the hell i'm doing, why i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;So to Rytha:&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;For everything.&lt;br /&gt;You have had enough problems.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be another burden.&lt;br /&gt;So once again,&lt;br /&gt;I'm really very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care and God Bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-8939095909748444253?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8939095909748444253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8939095909748444253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-my-bullshit-nonsense-will-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-377387421815916292</id><published>2009-11-02T15:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:05:22.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for the late posting. Hadn't had the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheng Mu Jing Li (Marian Procession). Took the bloody long train ride to Boon Lay from Serangoon._. But hey, it was alright. I got to see (almost) everyone again after so long. Haven't seen them in such a long time. Missed legion much. ;) It's good to be back. Anyway, the procession was just normal, i guess. Mass, then rosary while walking around the church. It started to drizzle, and many of them took out umbrellas. Walked by Damien, without any umbrella. Nothing much to post, really. Abby looked really nice. Haha. Took shuttle bus back home with Cui Ling, but dropped off at Potong Pasir MRT station and took the MRT back home.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i just wanted to say that i really missed legion a lot, and it really is good to be back, especially when people still remember you. It would suck if they have forgotten about you after 6 months worth of NDP. Hope i'll get to see you guys at JXY. :) Keep praying, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to wake up at 5.30am and take the bus to attend 6.15am All Souls' Day mass. I did wake up, but i thought i could drag a bit to 5.45am before i went to change. Little did i know, i fell asleep again. Woke up at about 9.15am or so. Anyway, just to keep to my word, i travelled by bus to church not too long ago, and had to walk the whole unsheltered way there. It was raining considerably heavily, and my shirt and pants got wet. But my little origami angel for my great-grandmother was practically intact, which was a really good thing. When i went out of the Columbarium it stopped raining, and i just had this strange feeling that God was just testing me if i'd uphold what i said i'd do. I did, and i'm proud of myself. ;) Visiting my grandfather later on, after piano. Love you, great-grandmother and grandfather. :) Take care. Hope to see you guys in heaven or in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;I'm a little hurt,&lt;br /&gt;But i just wanted to say:&lt;br /&gt;It's time i face the truth, &lt;br /&gt;I will never be with you, &lt;br /&gt;And i guess &lt;br /&gt;i'll never get to call you mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those small hands,&lt;br /&gt;How small,&lt;br /&gt;How cute,&lt;br /&gt;If only i could just hold them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things&lt;br /&gt;I wished i didn't do,&lt;br /&gt;And i can take my flaws,&lt;br /&gt;But the fact that they came&lt;br /&gt;All from you&lt;br /&gt;Have made me think differently.&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say to you,&lt;br /&gt;But i don't know how to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need any help at all,&lt;br /&gt;You know where to find me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be here,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing, waiting, praying,&lt;br /&gt;As i always have.&lt;br /&gt;And even though i like you,&lt;br /&gt;I would still try&lt;br /&gt;To save your relationship,&lt;br /&gt;Because i believe&lt;br /&gt;That it is the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a heck load of crap,&lt;br /&gt;I know :p&lt;br /&gt;But hey,&lt;br /&gt;You know me.&lt;br /&gt;This is who i am.&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;You know how suck it is,&lt;br /&gt;to be the last pick by the girl&lt;br /&gt;you would die for,&lt;br /&gt;and when everyone else above you on her list&lt;br /&gt;doesn't really give a heck&lt;br /&gt;about her at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-377387421815916292?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/377387421815916292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/377387421815916292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/11/sorry-for-late-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-4306400194802183263</id><published>2009-10-31T10:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:54:23.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kayaking yesterday was very enjoyable. &lt;br /&gt;After training we got scolded and pumped by Sir Daryl.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, Nigel, Darren, Justin, Marvin, Yee Seng, Rytha and i took bus 28 to Paya Lebar where Yee Seng needed to top up his card, leaving Justin and i to take the next train on our own as Nigel, Darren, Marvin and Rytha took the train which was about to leave. Samuel and Arnol took MRT to Serangoon and then 58 from there.&lt;br /&gt;Whole lot met up at Subway at White Sands, and Justin and i went to KFC to buy the Value Box thing which we shared. Bought a lighter while waiting for 403 to come for OBSingapore, and still addicted to flicking the thing on. Had lots of crapped up talk on the way there. Lol. Arnol decided not to go kayaking, because he didn't bring spare clothing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Although we all had to chip in until we all went broke, it was pretty alright. Took H6 again and Justin took H7 again as well. Changed destination to Loyang Beach instead, when on the way there they capsized Rytha 4 times. :p Yee Seng capsized i think 3 times, i capsized twice. 3-quarters of the way there everyone stopped and played Taiti(spelling?) while Samuel, Justin and i kayaked all the way to the Yellow Buoy (Cross on top, signifying point of interest) and then back, where they were still playing. You really can get very dehydrated doing that. At least Marvin brought sweets as well, and everybody was like shouting and crowding around him for it. Kayaked back, just in time, washed and kept the kayaks, and then went to bathe. We were really noisy in the shower, were comparing muscles for no reason at all. Lol. Changed to jeans and polo shirt, had to go to St. Stephen's church at Macpherson after that for prayers. And honestly, Rytha looked really nice in what she wore after bath.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Pasir Ris, and Arnol, Nigel, Darren, Yee Seng and Marvin went back home. The rest of us went to White Sands McDonald's to wait for Jit Kai who bought us Macs (because all of us were broke) and played 24. Samuel took the train, and Justin and i went to the bus interchange. Found out there wasn't any bus direct from Pasir Ris to Macpherson. So i took the train, which, for some reason, kept stopping in between stops. Arrived at Aljunied at 8pm, and JUST missed 158. It was raining so i couldn't walk the whole unsheltered way there. Had to wait for the next 158. Reached the church slightly wet, anyway, and was late by 30minutes. Missed nothing much, though. Ended at about 9.15pm. Stopped raining, and Melvin, Kang Joe, Nic Tan and i walked to the bus stop. Passed 7-eleven and Melvin bought me a can of Soya Bean drink. :p Was really thirsty, can't blame me. Reached home at about 10. Took a bath, unpacked my stuff, dried my hair and then went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Bisceps still hurting like crap. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on having Marian Procession at Church of St. Francis. Meeting at Boon Lay MRT at 3.30pm, so i'm leaving at about... 2.15pm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;为了你，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的心3次破碎。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为了你，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我整晚哭着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是，为了你，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还会在这里等，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这里为你祈祷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你需要的话，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你懂得怎么找我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在那里跪，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想着我的名字，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我就会到那里，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;去帮助你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我会一直等着，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不管多久，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在永远的结语之后，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还会在这里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等着你，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想着你...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-4306400194802183263?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&gt;Sometimes i wonder to myself:&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell am i doing this?&lt;br /&gt;Why do i even give myself this obligation?&lt;br /&gt;Because to the special girl&lt;br /&gt;With the special name,&lt;br /&gt;I say this:&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i think of you,&lt;br /&gt;My heart will bleed.&lt;br /&gt;You are the love i never had,&lt;br /&gt;The want i can never have,&lt;br /&gt;The need i can never fulfill.&lt;br /&gt;But then i realised,&lt;br /&gt;It's not being with her that matters the most,&lt;br /&gt;What really does matter,&lt;br /&gt;Is that you're there for her.&lt;br /&gt;To know that you care for her,&lt;br /&gt;God will understand,&lt;br /&gt;And some benefit will come out of it.&lt;br /&gt;I believe.&lt;br /&gt;I never got to say this,&lt;br /&gt;And i doubt you'll even know i posted this,&lt;br /&gt;But all i wanted to say is that&lt;br /&gt;I love you... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All souls' day is coming up.&lt;br /&gt;Praying hard i'll be able to wake up early, at 5.30am.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go for the mass at 6.15am,&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate my great-grandmother's passing.&lt;br /&gt;I have always been praying to her,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes i even see her as my guardian angel.&lt;br /&gt;I love my great-grandmother,&lt;br /&gt;And i will try my best not to miss it out.&lt;br /&gt;Because my whole family does not want to wake up early&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate her,&lt;br /&gt;So i want to be the special one,&lt;br /&gt;To thank her&lt;br /&gt;For everything.&lt;br /&gt;After that, my whole family and i will visit my late grandfather,&lt;br /&gt;Whom i also love,&lt;br /&gt;Who has been there for me when i needed it,&lt;br /&gt;Who is the most respected person i have seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying hard that the kayaking expedition will be settled very quickly... :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;我会永远在您的身边，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;保护您，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看待您，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想着您，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱着您。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我，要永远做您的天使，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;张开翅膀，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;守住您。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;飞到天上，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一起看&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夕日的太阳... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-2748236833189757461?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/2748236833189757461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/2748236833189757461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-i-wonder-to-myself-why-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-8025901713308917998</id><published>2009-10-20T19:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:31:01.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a little crapped up, and i'll bet it'll get even more crapped up afterwards. Soon. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainfire -  Really got quite fed-up with the Part A's.&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought that treating them nicely would yield standard and respect. Plan to tell them nicely to wake up their idea, but if nothing comes out, i've no choice but to be a bastard, and i will if i have to. I plan to go through every single thing from the beginning of the year. Rules, such as berets should not touch the floor, berets on the hand when in push-up position, no slamming the rifle on the ground, etc. Drills, Sedia, Senangdiri, Turning Drills, Marching drills. Simple enough. I just need their cooperation. Plan to do all this within 3 hours. It's possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly fed-up.&lt;br /&gt;I know how Ma'm Goh feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i need are 3 things: Discipline, Efficiency, Standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We screwed up our Unit's face. In HQ. That, really pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;One last chance for the Part A's to redeem themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got lots of scoldings today. Ma'm, my friends, my father, and i bet my mother will scold me too later on when she comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God, my Lord,&lt;br /&gt;There better be something good coming out of this.&lt;br /&gt;And i hope is that we will all wake up our bloody ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Even me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a short but brighter note, i saw cik from SSC today. She didn't seem to recognise me. Don't expect to, anyway. Saw Warrant Mathy :)) and saw Sir Dickson Ng, both from NDP. Missing those 2 occasions badly. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-8025901713308917998?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8025901713308917998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8025901713308917998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-was-little-crapped-up-and-ill-bet.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-3778109795611175480</id><published>2009-10-19T09:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:57:26.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Came back from AUC on saturday evening, but since then i've not been able to use my computer still. The only reason i've got my computer back is because Yee Seng and Yan Zhao are coming over later on to plan the FreeStyle Drill. Yeah, our first time in FSDComp. Need to check the names first. Oh well. Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUC is quite slack. Considerably. And tiring. First camp we've planned but there were a few problems. Like, it only seemed to consist of PT, Eat and Sleep. Lol. And the SecComs and OICs and 2ICs were also a little blurry, because the S3 never brief us. :/&lt;br /&gt;Didn't sleep for the whole night, was talking to Randal. Some of the other Part C's went to PCC. Justin and Chester and others were in the Log Room playing PSP. Didn't sleep at all. Next afternoon during games after lunch and pack-up, i went to the Log Room to sleep for about 2 hours. Samuel and Kee Yuen were there too, but Kee Yuen left about 30minutes after i came in.&lt;br /&gt;Was superbly tired. Still am.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, all in all, it was really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for FSDComp!&lt;br /&gt;So far i know the Part A and C competitors. (Because i took the Part A's for selection.)&lt;br /&gt;Hope that choreographing the thing would be fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;I want the BOOMZ! T-shirt!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-3778109795611175480?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3778109795611175480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3778109795611175480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/10/came-back-from-auc-on-saturday-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-8431423568766764132</id><published>2009-10-09T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:50:26.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/H2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H1&gt;BOOMZ!!&lt;/H1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-8431423568766764132?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8431423568766764132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8431423568766764132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/10/exams-are-finally-over-boomz.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-1903316028696180935</id><published>2009-09-19T13:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T14:10:38.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;h4&gt;HeartBroken&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up a little happy, but feeling sad now. It's a long story. And it's going to be a really long day. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;I really hate studying... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's fate, maybe it's my fault, maybe i was just too slow. I don't know. But i just hope, whatever it is, that God will continue to guide you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;How could my heart break, if it wasn't even whole to start with? It does not matter now, i just hope you're happy, that you know there are friends who still care. If there's anything at all that i could do, feel free to look for me. Because i'll be there, i always will, to protect you. I want to be your guardian angel, forevermore...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reason, all i want to say is&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sorry... For everything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-1903316028696180935?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/1903316028696180935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/1903316028696180935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/09/heartbroken-woke-up-little-happy-but.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-3186992863805368927</id><published>2009-09-07T15:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:29:39.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Came back from Senior Specialist Course.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to write about both AOH and SSC, but i'll just give you the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AOH was quite fun to me, i guess, but not to the sec 3 NPCC from my own school which i took. Dropped at Army Museum of Singapore (ARMS) instead of Pasir Laba Camp (PLC). Spent quite some time in ARMS, which is way more worth it, trust me. Anyway, we watched 2 shows and did the extremely easy IMT at ARMS, then headed off by shuttle bus to PLC. Went to Our World, but too crowded so gave up and went to Combat World to see Military stuff like the Chinook, Guards Unit Display, Medic Display, etc. Went to Tuckshop after that but didn't get anything, then went to Future World, which didn't have much to show us. Then went back home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SSC is extremely fun. WAAAAAAAAY better than i would have expected. Maybe it's because of the people around, even the CLT's. They are strict, yes, but they are fun-loving as well. Have a lot to say, but i'm lazy to type grandmother story here, so if you want to know how the course was and what we did, feel free to approach me and ask.&lt;br /&gt;FIRST BATCH TO HAVE NO FAILURES AT ALL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staff Sergeant&lt;br /&gt;Bravo Company&lt;br /&gt;Platoon 4 A.K.A. Bikini Bottom&lt;br /&gt;Section 2 (Under Sir Muslim from Land Spec Course lol.) A.K.A. G.I. Zhai (inside joke) A.K.A. Spongebob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to miss SSC, just like how i miss NDP. :S&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta love NCC. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-3186992863805368927?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3186992863805368927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3186992863805368927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/09/came-back-from-senior-specialist-course.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-4456231212259513955</id><published>2009-09-04T15:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:14:53.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forgive my language but today is FUCKING SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up late, then wednesday training and thursday AOH so no time do OBS medical checkup, then supposed to have date but she got CIP... Want to cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least everything's done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior Specialist Course tomorrow!! Damn scared!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post more on SSC and AOH when i come back. Wish me luck for SSC!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-4456231212259513955?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/4456231212259513955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/4456231212259513955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/09/forgive-my-language-but-today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-1804960866444167874</id><published>2009-08-28T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:25:21.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;I dreamt of something last night.&lt;br /&gt;Something really beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Sweeter than Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Prettier than the Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;Brighter than the Sun.&lt;br /&gt;Gentler than the wind.&lt;br /&gt;That Dream,&lt;br /&gt;That Something in it,&lt;br /&gt;Is more captivating&lt;br /&gt;Than a Solar Eclipse,&lt;br /&gt;Than a Rainbow Halo,&lt;br /&gt;Than the complex process of Photosynthesis (naturally),&lt;br /&gt;Than all the pretty girls i know,&lt;br /&gt;Than anything in this world,&lt;br /&gt;Combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt... of YOU. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;Happy (belated) 5th month anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;Wuv, Your Tiggur. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-1804960866444167874?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/1804960866444167874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/1804960866444167874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dreamt-of-something-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-5870420167856488810</id><published>2009-08-20T12:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:08:34.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate my life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how my plurks are now all beginning with a "hate"? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i'm not doing enough. As a son, as an ASM, as a boyfriend, etc.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a persistent little brat.&lt;br /&gt;Long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm jsut a fucking retard that doesn't deserve anything at all. I deserve nothing. And i truly feel that way. Especially now i'm going to get super screwed when my mum comes back home.&lt;br /&gt;Long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common test was quite alright. Today is English paper 2 and Social Studies.  Nothing much to talk about. Except that, again, as always, i'm going to get super screwed.&lt;br /&gt;Long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story is going to be my favourite phrase, i think. And now i'm going to try writing stuff without facial expressions like :) or :( or :'( or :D and the whole lot. Damn, there goes my first attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some (free) counselling. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;h1&gt;MY LIFE IS SERIOUSLY FUCKED UP.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, please save me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-5870420167856488810?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5870420167856488810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5870420167856488810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-6331532360329497501</id><published>2009-08-10T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:04:30.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy (belated) National Day, everyone! Haa... I came back at like 11.15pm. Long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up quite a bit. In the aligning, kedalam-lurus. However you spell it. Anyway, i doubt anyone really saw. But yeah... At least i did extremely well during the marching. At least, i hope i did. But yeah. It's all over and... I'm glad. :) Gonna miss everyone, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after parade Yee Seng, Joaquin, Yan Zhao and i went to marina square. Wanted to eat macs for supper. But then full, and so are the other fast food restaurants. So we walk back to the entrance, bought Jollibean and Joaquin bought bubble tea. Then we went out and leaned against the railing overlooking the main road. Crowded. Then Joaquin used his straw and fired a pearl and it hit a girl on the leg. Then her friend and her looked up at us and we quickly ran away. Haha. Sorry... Doubt she saw us clearly, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm glad it's all over. Now we better focus on our studies... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP '09, we make it happen. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-6331532360329497501?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/6331532360329497501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/6331532360329497501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-belated-national-day-everyone-haa.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-9190202210796159352</id><published>2009-08-03T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:29:54.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Two words:&lt;br /&gt;LIFE SUCKS.&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter side, I'm ASM. So i'm quite happy. Only because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;Why do i,&lt;br&gt;when i think of you,&lt;br&gt;always get this feeling&lt;br&gt;that you don't love me anymore...?&lt;br&gt;:'(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;I WANT TO CRY, I WANT TO DIE. I JUST WANT TO LEAVE THIS PLACE, TO RUN AWAY. NOBODY WILL LOOK FOR ME. I DON'T EXPECT THEM TO, I'M JUST A BIG FUCKING SCREW-UP. I CRY EVERYDAY NOW, I CAN'T SLEEP, I CAN'T EAT. I JUST WANT MY FREEDOM BACK.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H1&gt;SCREW THIS FAMILY, I HATE IT!&lt;/H1&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;God, please save me... :'(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-9190202210796159352?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/9190202210796159352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/9190202210796159352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-words-life-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-3850436268161418917</id><published>2009-07-26T13:21:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:42:48.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm now really into chinese songs. And chinese language. Maybe cause Joaquin and i heard a Phillipino and a Malay speaking really horrible chinese (haha, no offence.) and we decided we better not disgrace it. Lol. But i'm blogging in English for the benefit of those who don't understand chinese. :) Like Caius. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;(For the songs, no pinyin so i'm sorry, it's just pure chinese.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you're looking for the Big Red Button, i've shifted it to another URL, cause this post is super long cause of the song lyrics. It's in the links.&lt;br /&gt;Or you can just click this: &lt;a href="http://bigredbuttonzx.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://bigredbuttonzx.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added a few new songs to my playlist on top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 32,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;BY2 - Don't Go Away (English)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Looking through your eyes &lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing to hide &lt;br /&gt;And you’re no longer mine &lt;br /&gt;How could I survive &lt;br /&gt;When you say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;Why do birds still fly up high &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t stop the tears from falling &lt;br /&gt;We used to be so fine &lt;br /&gt;When you walk in to my life &lt;br /&gt;I tried to reach out for you &lt;br /&gt;Just to be with you &lt;br /&gt;My heart is breaking &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don’t, don’t go away &lt;br /&gt;Baby don’t you know I miss you so &lt;br /&gt;Don’t, don’t go away &lt;br /&gt;I’ve never been on my own before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear me just take me with you &lt;br /&gt;So don’t, don’t go away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t, don’t go away &lt;br /&gt;Baby don’t you know I miss you so &lt;br /&gt;Don’t, don’t go away &lt;br /&gt;I’ve never been on my own before &lt;br /&gt;So won't you feel my heart beat once more&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 34,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;BY2 - Don't Go Away (Chinese, Original)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;你还是走了&lt;br /&gt;我有点不舍&lt;br /&gt;该说点什么&lt;br /&gt;我不是哭了&lt;br /&gt;是阳光折射&lt;br /&gt;眼睛也&lt;br /&gt;红了颜色&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不懂&lt;br /&gt;为什么快乐&lt;br /&gt;像冰淇淋&lt;br /&gt;口中&lt;br /&gt;溶化得&lt;br /&gt;特别&lt;br /&gt;冲动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不懂&lt;br /&gt;为什么树叶&lt;br /&gt;染红的时候&lt;br /&gt;就到要分手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't, don't go away&lt;br /&gt;我还舍不得&lt;br /&gt;你不要走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't, don't go away&lt;br /&gt;从来不曾一个人&lt;br /&gt;生活&lt;br /&gt;有人分享才值得&lt;br /&gt;拥有&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还在听着&lt;br /&gt;你写过的歌&lt;br /&gt;留言在部落格&lt;br /&gt;成长的选择&lt;br /&gt;没有过预设&lt;br /&gt;像苹果&lt;br /&gt;一样青涩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不懂&lt;br /&gt;为什么快乐&lt;br /&gt;像冰淇淋&lt;br /&gt;口中&lt;br /&gt;溶化得&lt;br /&gt;特别&lt;br /&gt;冲动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不懂&lt;br /&gt;为什么树叶&lt;br /&gt;染红的时候&lt;br /&gt;就到要分手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't, don't go away&lt;br /&gt;我还舍不得&lt;br /&gt;你不要走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't, don't go away&lt;br /&gt;从来不曾一个人&lt;br /&gt;生活&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;能不能够&lt;br /&gt;让时间回头&lt;br /&gt;So don't, don't go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't, don't go away&lt;br /&gt;我还舍不得&lt;br /&gt;你不要走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't, don't go away&lt;br /&gt;从来不曾一个人&lt;br /&gt;生活&lt;br /&gt;有人分享才值得&lt;br /&gt;拥有&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 33,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sweety - 还是爱着你&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;只要能够&lt;br /&gt;远远这样&lt;br /&gt;看着你&lt;br /&gt;看着你&lt;br /&gt;看着你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就在伤心&lt;br /&gt;心里还是&lt;br /&gt;好想你&lt;br /&gt;好想你&lt;br /&gt;好想你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只要能够&lt;br /&gt;静静这样&lt;br /&gt;陪着你&lt;br /&gt;陪着你&lt;br /&gt;陪着你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就在分手&lt;br /&gt;还是选择&lt;br /&gt;喜欢你&lt;br /&gt;喜欢你&lt;br /&gt;喜欢你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我好希望&lt;br /&gt;整个地球&lt;br /&gt;只剩下我和你&lt;br /&gt;我就能&lt;br /&gt;勇敢地说&lt;br /&gt;我还爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我好希望&lt;br /&gt;我会忘记&lt;br /&gt;说再见的声音&lt;br /&gt;我不再回忆&lt;br /&gt;也不再伤心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只要能够&lt;br /&gt;静静这样&lt;br /&gt;陪着你&lt;br /&gt;陪着你&lt;br /&gt;陪着你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就在分手&lt;br /&gt;还是选择&lt;br /&gt;喜欢你&lt;br /&gt;喜欢你&lt;br /&gt;喜欢你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我好希望&lt;br /&gt;整个地球&lt;br /&gt;只剩下我和你&lt;br /&gt;我就能&lt;br /&gt;勇敢地说&lt;br /&gt;我还爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我好希望&lt;br /&gt;我会忘记&lt;br /&gt;说再见的声音&lt;br /&gt;我不再回忆&lt;br /&gt;也不再伤心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我好希望&lt;br /&gt;整个地球&lt;br /&gt;只剩下我和你&lt;br /&gt;我就能&lt;br /&gt;勇敢地说&lt;br /&gt;我还爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我好希望&lt;br /&gt;我会忘记&lt;br /&gt;说再见的声音&lt;br /&gt;我不再回忆&lt;br /&gt;也不再伤心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我好希望&lt;br /&gt;整个地球&lt;br /&gt;只剩下我和你&lt;br /&gt;我就能&lt;br /&gt;勇敢地说&lt;br /&gt;我还爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我好希望&lt;br /&gt;我会忘记&lt;br /&gt;说再见的声音&lt;br /&gt;我不再回忆&lt;br /&gt;也不再伤心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP was superb fun yesterday, i guess. Great success. 97% and next week (preview), it would most probably be a full 100%. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;Met my sweet Marshmelly after that at suntec and we took bus 70 back with Yee Seng. He was like lamppost. Lol. Hope you love the bear! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP is tiring. Woke up late. Missed mass. 11am mass also missed. But anyway, i'm still going this evening. Ah well. 2 more parades, and we're done. I'm going to miss the new friends i've met. In NCC or in other UG's. Or even those in Guard-of-Honour, and especially those in the Navy contingent. Haha. "Eh sergeant, don't run! Sergeant don't run leh!" and "Eh hello sergeant. Permission to carry on, sergeant." HAHA. Yeah, NDP people are really cool. I'm so going to miss them... Maybe i'll get their contacts or something. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP '09, WE MAKE IT HAPPEN! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H2&gt;AND REMEMBER!!&lt;BR&gt;DON'T GO AWAY,&lt;BR&gt;因为我还是爱着你！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/H2&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lol.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-3850436268161418917?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3850436268161418917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3850436268161418917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/07/added-new-song-to-my-playlist-on-top.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-8943799336462395798</id><published>2009-07-24T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:37:30.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah crap. Today really was boring. No pumping, whole day lecture. Part B's not fun de. I go to part A atmosphere totally different. Anyway, went to Sengkang with Justin eat Long John Silvers. Wah the portion is damn small. Not enough. So we went to buy apple pie and drink at macs. While we talk about drills. But another reason was cause Gillian (Kindergarten friend) was there too. Lol. So was her friend. And her teacher. Why her teacher tagged along i also don't know. But anyway, went home and i felt so extra wearing Camo uniform back home. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;(Gillian's friend said i looked better than Justin. Haha. WHAT BULLSHIT. I think she anyhow say de.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deaf person just knocked on the door, he was selling the things for $12. Dad refused to pay but we pitied him and just gave him a dollar free. So he was extremely happy i guess, and shook my hand. Felt good. Felt happy a good deed was done. I just hope when i waved him (i was trying to say "take it, don't worry, free."), he didn't misinterpret it to be "now you have your money free, get lost". I definitely hope not. I'll just pray for him, then. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW, BACK TO NDP!!&lt;br /&gt;(Socks and boots are stinky. Put them out to dry off sweat. Just noticed there was a hole on one of the sock. Damn!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-8943799336462395798?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8943799336462395798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8943799336462395798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/07/ah-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-9210644645385255783</id><published>2009-07-19T09:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T09:23:21.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so short now. Lol. Got moved from the back row (one of the tallest) to very close to the middle (one of the shortest). Argh. I'm so short... -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i managed to change my pants, quite tight but still better than the previous one. Not many things to say about yesterday, really. Except we did only 1 simulated full run, then watched Total Defence Display (Tanks, bomb, etc.) and then went back for dinner, then back for NE Show. So it was quite slack, if i may say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast, and i'm already missing NDP training. And the back row. Graagh. Never mind. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-9210644645385255783?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/9210644645385255783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/9210644645385255783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-feel-so-short-now.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-606148279269236979</id><published>2009-07-14T11:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:36:12.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Down with flu. But don't worry, it's not H1N1. Just taken MC for 2 days. Will go back to school on thursday. Erm... Yeah don't worry about me cause i'm not worth worrying, anyway. Just hope this stupid pandemic will end soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Shit! I don't know what to get for Abby for her birthday! =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;Next friday...&lt;br&gt;10 Days...&lt;br&gt;240 Hours...&lt;br&gt;14,400 Minutes...&lt;br&gt;864,000 Seconds...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And guess,&lt;br&gt; how much we would have spent &lt;br&gt;in total when it reaches?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4 Months... &lt;br&gt;132 Days... &lt;br&gt;3,168 Hours... &lt;br&gt;190,080 Minutes... &lt;br&gt;11,404,800 Seconds, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11,404,800 Precious Moments... &lt;br&gt;I love you so much...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-606148279269236979?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/606148279269236979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/606148279269236979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/07/down-with-flu.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-6017261566924490366</id><published>2009-06-25T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T19:06:31.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've not blogged for a very long time, so i shall tell you guys what happened so far. Interesting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 20th June 2009&lt;br /&gt;First NDP training at marina bay. Component training was a little tough, cause we kept repeating the march-in since it sucks. We needed to to be perfect. Had the full run at night, with the F-16 fly-by bomb blast, flag on the helicopter, and the 21-gun salute during president's inspection. Bomb blast sounded super nice, cause we were super close and thus it was super loud. We couldn't see the flag, it was directly above us and we can't look up cause it'll screw up the parade. Oh and we had the dances, intro of tanks and such, commandos/guards and other parts of the parade done as well. During the inspection, simulated, there was the 21-gun salute (artillery/cannon fire) and nobody expected it, so when the first shot was heard it was so loud everybody jumped. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MESUK-BARIS!"&lt;br /&gt;"HYA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday! 22nd June 2009. 1st day of Land Spec Course.&lt;br /&gt;Had to march in, and even before the thing started i already screwed up. Got scolded by OIC. Sian. Joined Frigate-1 platoon. Had trainfire test and a bit of IFC test. Which was quite boring cause they did it 1-by-1 for IFC and a few by a few for TF, and the rest of us had to wait. Once you're done you still had to wait. So nothing much to talk about. At night we had Physical Fitness test. Did only 26 push-ups, but 30(full marks) for sit-ups. And i still had like 15 seconds more to wait. Lol. After that had colours, and it took like half an hour. Met Amir sleeping on my right, Samuel slept on top. At night cannot sleep. So Amir and i stand on bed and talk and see magic card trick. Sam brought alarm clock. Damn wtf. Lol. In the end we all slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday! 23rd June 2009. 2nd day of Land Spec Course.&lt;br /&gt;One of the most fun days ever. Whole day outing. On the bus, SM dropped beret on the floor. But lucky everybody was sleeping. Except me and Sam. And SM found out before we reached. We passed by a sign that reads "Singapore Discovery Centre" and we were like happy. Then we passed by a sign that reads "Pasir Laba Camp" and we were a little disappointed. Then we passed another sign that read "Singapore Discovery Centre" again. Sam was like "Can they make up their mind?" and in the end we went to Pasir Laba Camp to see 5 weapons. Mortar, SPIKE anti-tank grenade launcher, and 3 support weapons namely the MATADOR anti-tank rocket launcher, M203 Grenade launcher attached to M-16 rifle, and the GPMG machine gun, my favourite. Then we tested these 3 only, and had simulation runs. Almost did it but no time. So quite sad. Then had lunch. Then went to Army Museum with half of Frigate-3 platoon. Quite a cool place. And one of the facilitators looked like Leticia. Lol. I'm serious. Then went to SDC to play a game and nothing more. Went back and had dinner, then did someore IFC tests which i screwed a lot up. Lights out at 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. 24th June 2009. LAST DAY of Land Spec Course.&lt;br /&gt;Completed IFC, had photo taking, then POP. Nothing much to write. Only got 3rd sergeant. So quite sad. Yeah. That's about all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i can't remember when this was from but it was during colours.&lt;br /&gt;SM: Kedua-baris!&lt;br /&gt;OIC: Samula. Where you want them to go?&lt;br /&gt;SM: Besu-rai!&lt;br /&gt;OIC: Samula. You want to go home is it? I also want to go home leh.&lt;br /&gt;SM: Mesuk-baris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. It was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all i got 3rd sergeant, but i shall not let my hopes down lah. I'll just do whatever job i have well, so that at least when i POP i'm proud. Thanks to all. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see my darling without her braces tomorrow! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Girl, i missed your kisses&lt;br&gt;Oh, how i so love them...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-6017261566924490366?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/6017261566924490366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/6017261566924490366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-not-blogged-for-very-long-time-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-2484691906277730558</id><published>2009-06-13T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:59:19.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Family's just left for Malacca. Father, Mother, Brother, Grandmother. I have to stay back. Because NDP is more important. Yes i'm stupid but i don't care. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE NDP '09!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;And i love you too! &lt;33&lt;br&gt;Lol.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-2484691906277730558?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/2484691906277730558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/2484691906277730558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/06/familys-just-left-for-malacca.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-6897339947270677789</id><published>2009-06-04T17:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:58:36.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h3&gt;I pray,&lt;br /&gt;that God will see us through this,&lt;br /&gt;that He will not let our prayers go in vain,&lt;br /&gt;that He will help us,&lt;br /&gt;that He will allow us a change of heart,&lt;br /&gt;that He will give us what we want,&lt;br /&gt;that He will not let us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus's most precious name we pray,&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Amen.&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-6897339947270677789?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/6897339947270677789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/6897339947270677789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-pray-that-god-will-see-us-through.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-6893435750428469449</id><published>2009-05-27T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T17:33:04.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, was honestly screwed. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;NCC Day prep training: Was in Rifle-Hormat. Jun Jie went around looking for errors, and when he was in front of me Elston pushed him. He hit my rifle and it hit my nose and it bled like shit. =/&lt;br /&gt;And and, Nobie is like too bossy. I was supposed to give the command but he did, instead. Plus when everything was going fine and Flag Party turned to each other, he asked them to Henta-kaki again. So many more things. Yes, i may be bossy too i admit. But at least i know the procedure. And i'm his IC, so i have every right. I deserve some respect, at least. So irritating, i was so damn pissed at him. (Gotta go for confession.) But really, he's super irritating, and super bossy.&lt;br /&gt;(Luckily i brought the yellow carebear SHE gave me, and that helped me cool down so well. =3 It's so cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note...&lt;br /&gt;At least some people agree with me, and we have an idea to make Nobie "humbler". Or so they say.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope Friday won't be equally screwed. =/ (I wonder who's going to take the Part C's...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;Nobody can break our love.&lt;br&gt;Nothing can break our love.&lt;br&gt;Because God is helping us&lt;br&gt;and i believe that if we introduce Him in our love,&lt;br&gt;He will help us grow better in Love.&lt;br&gt;For God is Love,&lt;br&gt;and He will always be with us.&lt;br&gt;I promise. &lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;I may be authoritative, i may be a big bastard, but i'm doing what i believe is right. So you shut the f**k up, and listen to me FOR ONCE. &lt;br&gt;I rest my case. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are seriously f**king screwed-up.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-6893435750428469449?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/6893435750428469449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/6893435750428469449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-was-honestly-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-42617801511789628</id><published>2009-05-22T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:31:40.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a super happy day for me! =3&lt;br /&gt;Got first in class (and possibly level) for combined physics. And and, something i've always been praying for has finally come true. At least, 99% of it. Anyway, today training was ok. Pumped the Part C's when drilling them. Birdshit. Plus you can never find a proper private spot to drill at cause Part A's and B's took them already. =/ Well, i screwed up a little. 1 tiny mistake, but hey, it's extremely well for a first try already. And i've learnt my mistake, so i'll try not to do it again next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could go for Circle Line MRT thing instead of NDP. (Nah actually i really love NDP.) Can't wait to see my super good friends again. Lol. Uniform's still super sweaty though. Hope they dry by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;I'm so happy, love&lt;br&gt;And i believe you are too.&lt;br&gt;I knew God had always been by our side&lt;br&gt;and listening to our prayers. =)&lt;br&gt;I love you so much... &lt;3&lt;br&gt;Forevermore...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-42617801511789628?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/42617801511789628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/42617801511789628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-is-super-happy-day-for-me-3-got.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-7346573249725043674</id><published>2009-05-18T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:02:18.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Same Mistake - James Blunt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Saw the world turning in my sheets&lt;br /&gt;And once again, I cannot sleep&lt;br /&gt;Walk out the door and up the street&lt;br /&gt;Look at the stars beneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;Remember rights that I did wrong&lt;br /&gt;So here I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no place I cannot go&lt;br /&gt;My mind is muddy but&lt;br /&gt;My heart is heavy, does it show&lt;br /&gt;I lose the track that loses me&lt;br /&gt;So here I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I sent some men to fight,&lt;br /&gt;And one came back at dead of night,&lt;br /&gt;Said he'd seen my enemy&lt;br /&gt;Said he looked just like me&lt;br /&gt;So I set out to cut myself&lt;br /&gt;And here I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not calling for a second chance,&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming at the top of my voice,&lt;br /&gt;Give me reason, but don't give me choice,&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'll just make the same mistake again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe someday we will meet&lt;br /&gt;And maybe talk and not just speak&lt;br /&gt;Don't buy the promises 'cause&lt;br /&gt;There are no promises I keep,&lt;br /&gt;And my reflection troubles me&lt;br /&gt;So here I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not calling for a second chance,&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming at the top of my voice,&lt;br /&gt;Give me reason, but don't give me choice,&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'll just make the same mistake (REPEAT) again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I'm turning in my sheets&lt;br /&gt;And once again, I cannot sleep&lt;br /&gt;Walk out the door and up the street&lt;br /&gt;Look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;Look at the stars, falling down,&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder where, &lt;br /&gt;did I go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself. So damn much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Faith in God,&lt;br /&gt;Have Hope in Him,&lt;br /&gt;Love Him as He loves you,&lt;br /&gt;Because i know&lt;br /&gt;God will see us through this.&lt;br /&gt;I promise... ='(&lt;br /&gt;I love you, forevermore. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Put all your blame on me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish for you to suffer because of me.&lt;br /&gt;I can take it.&lt;br /&gt;Just be happy.&lt;br /&gt;That's all i want,&lt;br /&gt;All i ask.&lt;br /&gt;Please. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-7346573249725043674?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/7346573249725043674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/7346573249725043674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/05/same-mistake-james-blunt-saw-world.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-3640374028021141944</id><published>2009-05-15T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:15:15.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are finally over, and i got my computer and phone back! =D&lt;br /&gt;Even better, i'm back with my sweet love... &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;你是我最大&lt;br /&gt;的爱情故事&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱&lt;br /&gt;是别人所无知&lt;br /&gt;我知道&lt;br /&gt;俩爱人是因为天主&lt;br /&gt;才能会在一起的&lt;br /&gt;所以&lt;br /&gt;让我们手牵手&lt;br /&gt;一起永远地跑到&lt;br /&gt;美丽的彩虹...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-3640374028021141944?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3640374028021141944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3640374028021141944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams-are-finally-over-and-i-got-my.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-5197960209395848543</id><published>2009-05-10T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:36:50.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm missing NDP training. I'm missing legion even more. I think i'm drifting further and further. Should i step down from my post, honestly? Nic Tan's doing a greater job i'm sure. I don't think that after NDP when i got back, i'll be welcomed. I don't think i'm missed. At all. *Sigh*... At least i have my great friends i can always trust. And i'm sure i'll always have my Love, who will stand by me.&lt;br /&gt;Well this part is kinda retarded but i'd like to thank a few people:&lt;br /&gt;My Love, of course, for everything&lt;br /&gt;Melvin, Brudder in Legion for being by my side&lt;br /&gt;Rong Jie, Martyn, Edwin and Ming Xuan from NDP (doubt they no my blog though)&lt;br /&gt;Shermaine, Abigail, Ian Ng, Kang Joe and Nic Tan, for listening to my problems&lt;br /&gt;Shaun Soh who encouraged me to say morning prayer and i LIKED it&lt;br /&gt;And my mum, for God knows what loads of things she did for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Mother's day, i'd like to wish my mum and grandmother and all the other mothers out there a happy mother's day. And if your family have not done anything for you today, think of it this way, they already gave you the greatest gift: Love. And it's not just giving a card to her, or a bouquet or so much of anything, but it's more of how you PROVE you love her. When i was in church just now i suddenly thought: My mother did so much for me and i took her for granted, i really did. And that struck me. Real hard. And if my mum's reading this, I'm so sorry for all the things i've done and i promise to study really hard, you can trust me on that. I love you, mum. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The following message is for my Love and only for her. Mum, i wrote you yours already. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;You make my smile,&lt;br&gt;You make me laugh,&lt;br&gt;You give me peace,&lt;br&gt;You give me joy.&lt;br&gt;But the greatest thing you gave me, your Love...&lt;br&gt;You mean the world to me,&lt;br&gt;And i love you too...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-5197960209395848543?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5197960209395848543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5197960209395848543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-missing-ndp-training.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-4560321159588469111</id><published>2009-04-16T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:58:37.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 sentence: Can't blog, gotta study till after SA1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;You mean the world to me,&lt;br&gt;Nothing's going to bring our love down...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-4560321159588469111?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/4560321159588469111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/4560321159588469111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-sentence-cant-blog-gotta-study-till.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-5463823026016191804</id><published>2009-04-04T21:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:02:35.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just felt like writing this stupid speech, to all my fellow platoonmates of MSHS NCC(Sea) Barracudas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my fellow brothers, i'm sure you'll agree that friday's training was honestly fucked up and demoralising, what with us not singing the NCC song. But we were told that there would be lyrics. Apparently it was wrong and hardly anybody sang the 2nd verse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up too, with 2 people going (forgive the word) CRAZY, with capital C-R-A-Z-Y. With "the doctor" collapsing and half-crying half-laughing, and "corporal reliable-black-baldy" screaming at sergeant. In fact, i was tempted to remove my crest, throwing it on the ground and stomping it till it breaks. Because i'm different, i care a lot about my platoonmates. They are the closest family i've got so far. My grandfather whom is love so much has passed away recently, and my immediate family doesn't seem to give a freaking damn about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So screw the high rank and high post if that's what i'm expected to do to my juniors. Think of it, what have we been fighting for all these while? Is it to get Gold for BUC? Is it to gain reputation? Is it to prepare us for NS? Not exactly. That's not what i would fight for the most. I'd fight for us to gain the spirit of teamwork. I do not want our juniors to form a rebellion against us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not say that it is totally kee yuen's fault. It's all of ours. Look at how fast "corporal reliable-black-baldy" and "the doctor" recovered. They persevered and even continued to do the road marshalling. I believe, that they may break our bones, but they can never break our spirit. Yes, we might be weak, but our seniors have overlooked something: Our brotherhood bond. We might have quarrels now and then, but hey, nothing is ever perfect. Scars make us stronger for life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we might have a lot of setbacks, we must never fail to remember how greatly united we are. So, all my fellow platoonmates, let us recover from this shock and carry onwards. It might not be easy, but we do have each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the way, Part C's!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, NDP today was extremely exciting. FIRST CONTINGENT IN SINGAPORE HISTORY TO MARCH PAST THE PRESIDENT FOR THE FIRST TIME. Such great honour, nobody in their right mind would dare quit. =D Hope Yee Seng and Yan Zhao would choose what they feel is better, AKE or NDP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Girl, &lt;br&gt;you were all that i wanted, &lt;br&gt;all that i asked for.&lt;br&gt;And now that you are mine,&lt;br&gt;nothing matters more to me than our love...&lt;br&gt;I love you so much...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-5463823026016191804?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5463823026016191804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5463823026016191804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-felt-like-writing-this-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-4402636834538387331</id><published>2009-03-31T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:31:43.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED; RATED PG-13 FOR THE FOLLOWING REASON: SHITTY CONTENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP 3rd round this saturday! Can't wait! =D        http://www.lord-i-pray-to-you.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; OMG&lt;br /&gt; you banged a pornstar!?&lt;br /&gt; CAUSE YOU HAVE AMAZING BOOBS!?!?!&lt;br /&gt; YOU HAVE HECK GOT TO BE KIDDING ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway point to turning point; says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;how ironic right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP 3rd round this saturday! Can't wait! =D        http://www.lord-i-pray-to-you.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt; omg&lt;br /&gt; i'm laughing so much i need to shit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway point to turning point; says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP 3rd round this saturday! Can't wait! =D        http://www.lord-i-pray-to-you.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;br /&gt; IT LITERALLY SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway point to turning point; says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP 3rd round this saturday! Can't wait! =D        http://www.lord-i-pray-to-you.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; it scared the shit out of my brother too&lt;br /&gt; who beat me to the toilet&lt;br /&gt; =/&lt;br /&gt; and scared the farce out of my dad who just farted....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway point to turning point; says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;no shit.&lt;br /&gt; i don't want to know about this shit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP 3rd round this saturday! Can't wait! =D        http://www.lord-i-pray-to-you.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; too bad you're talking to one!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway point to turning point; says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;tell me about it..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Really high today. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;8 simple, yet descriptive and meaningful words for you: &lt;br&gt;I love you, you make my life complete. &lt;br&gt;=)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-4402636834538387331?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/4402636834538387331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/4402636834538387331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/03/viewer-discretion-is-advised-rated-pg.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-5302127704005751392</id><published>2009-03-27T12:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:38:30.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday did not have time to blog, so i'll do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had SAR-21 Trainfire. Was super cool. New rifle, new skills, etc. SAR-21 is way easier than M-16 for stripping and assembling, and the scope is so damn cool. Lol. When doing stripping and assembling, i did really fast and after that my hand was shaking because of the anxiety and stuff. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I better leave soon, having 2nd NDP training later on. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I love you, I miss you...  &lt;br&gt;You helped me feel what true love is like. &lt;br&gt;I am truly very happy and lucky to love a girl like you... &lt;br&gt;=)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-5302127704005751392?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5302127704005751392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5302127704005751392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-did-not-have-time-to-blog-so.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-995296288250741124</id><published>2009-03-16T10:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:59:53.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECRET VALENTINE - WE THE KINGS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Soft kiss and wine &lt;br /&gt;what a pretty friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;we're finally intertwined&lt;br /&gt;nervous and shy &lt;br /&gt;for the moment &lt;br /&gt;we will come&lt;br /&gt;alive &lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secret valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll write a song&lt;br /&gt;that turns out the lights&lt;br /&gt;when both boy and girl &lt;br /&gt;start suddenly shaking inside&lt;br /&gt;don't waste your time&lt;br /&gt;speed up your breathing&lt;br /&gt;just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;we'll hope it's not for nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lay down &lt;br /&gt;be still&lt;br /&gt;don't worry &lt;br /&gt;talk they will&lt;br /&gt;I'll be loving you until&lt;br /&gt;morning's first light&lt;br /&gt;breaks tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll take care of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secret valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll write a song&lt;br /&gt;that turns out the lights&lt;br /&gt;when both boy and girl&lt;br /&gt;start suddenly shaking inside&lt;br /&gt;don't waste your time&lt;br /&gt;speed up your breathing&lt;br /&gt;just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;we'll hope it's not for nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when guilt fills your head&lt;br /&gt;brush off &lt;br /&gt;rise up from the dead&lt;br /&gt;this is the moment that we&lt;br /&gt;will come alive&lt;br /&gt;brace yourself for love&lt;br /&gt;sweet love, secret love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll write a song&lt;br /&gt;that turns out the lights&lt;br /&gt;when both boy and girl&lt;br /&gt;start suddenly shaking inside&lt;br /&gt;don't waste your time&lt;br /&gt;speed up your breathing&lt;br /&gt;just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;we'll hope it's not for nothing at all&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-995296288250741124?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/995296288250741124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/995296288250741124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/03/secret-valentine-we-kings-soft-kiss-and.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-2334629705982091623</id><published>2009-03-06T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:59:03.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok song's ended. Now i'm going to wait... Bye! I'm really turning my computer off now. Promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-2334629705982091623?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/2334629705982091623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/2334629705982091623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-songs-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-199899123653292041</id><published>2009-03-06T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:55:02.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After this song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-199899123653292041?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/199899123653292041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/199899123653292041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-9012919814987421875</id><published>2009-03-06T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:53:48.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok i'm really going to turn it off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-9012919814987421875?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/9012919814987421875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/9012919814987421875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-im-really-going-to-turn-it-off-now.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-7541642413106298143</id><published>2009-03-06T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:53:15.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh wait, i'm supposed to wait for my water to boil. Making chocolate latte. Anyway, all the same. Bye. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll turn the computer off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-7541642413106298143?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/7541642413106298143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/7541642413106298143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-wait-im-supposed-to-wait-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-6799627574272488661</id><published>2009-03-06T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:51:43.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok i'll be sleeping now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why i've been talking to myself this whole time but never mind. Good night! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-6799627574272488661?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/6799627574272488661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/6799627574272488661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-ill-be-sleeping-now.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-2523126204133873701</id><published>2009-03-06T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:49:20.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No, really. I should stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-2523126204133873701?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/2523126204133873701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/2523126204133873701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-really.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-323314559202284598</id><published>2009-03-06T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:40:19.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So damn tired after training. Plus i'm so damn bored. I should sleep soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-323314559202284598?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/323314559202284598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/323314559202284598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-damn-tired-after-training.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-3088971220542719561</id><published>2009-03-06T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:33:46.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Behold, for i am now known as Corporal James Lui Yan Han. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-3088971220542719561?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3088971220542719561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3088971220542719561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/03/behold-for-i-am-now-known-as-corporal.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-4596929256814145819</id><published>2009-02-28T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:18:12.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am quite ticked off now. Ticked, not pissed. I'm trying to control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's treating me so coldly. Except, surprisingly, my brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, SOMEONE (i shall not say names, they jolly well know who they are), called me and asked for my help getting to someplace. I waited for that person to get to a landmark so i can guide that person easier. For some reason, before that person even reached, that person said "Never mind, i shall go call Nick Cheang." and hung up. What, am i a bad guide? If i were to tell you how to get there all in one shot, your mind would be so confused. I'm just trying to help, you just didn't let me.&lt;br /&gt;As much as i'm quite angry at this, i can probably understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, i thought i could get to another place to eat lunch with my friends. SOMEONE was supposed to CALL ME, when it was BI HUI so i could GET A HEAD START SO YOU GUYS WOULDN'T HAVE TO WAIT FOR ME. I was supposed to bring notes for that SOMEONE as well, but he called me WHEN THEY WERE ALREADY THERE, AND I HAD TO RUN ALL THE WAY THERE, OR THE BUS WILL TAKE TOO LONG. Not only that, since i was RUSHING, i forgot about the notes. AND HE BLAMES ME. Fine, it is my fault i forgot, but if i wasn't RUSHING, i would have CHECKED and TOOK THE NOTES WITH ME. &lt;br /&gt;This is the main reason why i'm ticked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, when i was RUNNING there, i THOUGHT i could eat lunch with my friends, laugh together, eat together. I met Nick Cheang, Mel, Shermaine and Pris on the way, and when i reached the shop, the first minute i saw Kang Joe, Nic Tan and Caius. The next minute, they all left me. The uncle even forgot my order.&lt;br /&gt;Fine, those 3 had to leave to study. I can understand. The uncle probably forgot too since he was quite busy. I can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, BUT EVEN MY FRIENDS ARE TREATING ME SO COLD. I EVEN THOUGHT THEY WERE BETTER THAN MY BROTHER. Guess i was wrong. Besides, the answers are all in the NOTES the teacher gave us and we all wrote it down. What for do we need the notes for the League Of Nations when we already have it? I really need someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, the prata was cheap. The mee goreng is really good too, my brother said. Plusplus, it's someone's birthday tomorrow. I'll see if i can be the first to wish her a happy birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-4596929256814145819?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/4596929256814145819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/4596929256814145819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-quite-ticked-off-now.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-8539351000175149161</id><published>2009-02-26T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:18:07.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i laughed, you laughed with me.&lt;br /&gt;When i smiled, you smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;When i cried, you consoled me.&lt;br /&gt;When i needed help, you helped me.&lt;br /&gt;When i fall, you picked me up.&lt;br /&gt;When i'm alone, you were always there.&lt;br /&gt;When i'm feeling down, you made me happy...&lt;br /&gt;We laughed, we shared.&lt;br /&gt;We dreamt, we hoped...&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i leave, my heart cries in pain,&lt;br /&gt;Because i want to see your face again.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, you look as beautiful as you always do.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, i am yours to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will promise you, forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-8539351000175149161?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8539351000175149161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8539351000175149161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-i-laughed-you-laughed-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-2970054096073627381</id><published>2009-02-26T12:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:45:14.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;Unbeautiful - Lesley Roy&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Don't hang up, can't we talk&lt;br /&gt;So confused it's like I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong, what made you go&lt;br /&gt;Don't pretend you don't know&lt;br /&gt;This is me I'm unchangable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did we fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Or did you lie from the start&lt;br /&gt;When you said, it's only you&lt;br /&gt;I was blind, such a fool&lt;br /&gt;Thinking we were unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It was you and me, against the world&lt;br /&gt;And you promised me forever more&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I said&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I did&lt;br /&gt;Cause I gotta know what made me unbeautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;I've been told what's done is done&lt;br /&gt;To let it go and carry on&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I know that's true&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in time, stuck on you&lt;br /&gt;When We were still untouchable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It was you and me, against the world&lt;br /&gt;And you promised me forever more&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I said&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I did&lt;br /&gt;Cause I gotta know what made me unbeautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm only dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Get out, get out, get out, get out&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my head now&lt;br /&gt;Because we're much better altogether&lt;br /&gt;Can't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] x2&lt;br /&gt;It was you and me, against the world&lt;br /&gt;And you promised me forever more&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I said&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I did&lt;br /&gt;Cause I gotta know what made me unbeautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you and me, against the world&lt;br /&gt;And you promised me forever more&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I said&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I did&lt;br /&gt;Cause I gotta know what made me unbeautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Made me unbeautiful&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-2970054096073627381?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/2970054096073627381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/2970054096073627381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-hang-up-cant-we-talk-so-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-7452514556704773526</id><published>2009-02-24T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:13:37.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OTC. Can't wait. Most probably i'll be going there in my sweaty camo uniform. Worse still, i'm going to school with my big bag of camp stuff. I'll look even more retarded than i already am. Oh well. 14th March, Grade 7 Piano Theory Exam. I don't know if my mother will allow me to go for OTC, then on 14th in the morning i'll go to City Hall to have my exam, and after my exam let me fly back to QOP. I definitely hope so. My results will contribute to my mother's choice too. I just hope this can be settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-7452514556704773526?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/7452514556704773526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/7452514556704773526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/02/otc.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-3245483992324671900</id><published>2009-02-14T16:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:24:59.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rules:&lt;br /&gt;It's harder than it looks! Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag ten people.Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real...nothing made up! &lt;br /&gt;If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name : James.&lt;br /&gt;2. A four Letter Word : Jail.&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's Name : Jesus, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's Name : Janice.&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation : Jockey.&lt;br /&gt;6. A color : Jade. (???)&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you'll wear : Jeans! (And only jeans!)&lt;br /&gt;9. A food : Jelly!&lt;br /&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom: Jacuzzi. (only for the rich people.)&lt;br /&gt;11. A place : Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;12. A reason for being late : Jerks kept perstering me.&lt;br /&gt;13. Something you'd shout : July has no holidays!&lt;br /&gt;14. A movie title : Jumper!&lt;br /&gt;15. Something you drink : Juice.&lt;br /&gt;16. A musical group : Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;17. An animal : Jellyfish!&lt;br /&gt;18. A street name : Jurong East Street 21.&lt;br /&gt;19. A type of car : Jaguar!!&lt;br /&gt;20. The title of a song : Jenny - The Click Five&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-3245483992324671900?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3245483992324671900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3245483992324671900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/02/rules-its-harder-than-it-looks-copy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-4490878271154378774</id><published>2009-02-12T15:57:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:05:57.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;The perfect bitter-sweet ending has been written...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future CSM? I wouldn't mind, really. As much as i don't want it, i will if i have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="0.25"&gt;I'll be there always. So call me, when you need me. Happy valentine's day. =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-4490878271154378774?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/4490878271154378774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/4490878271154378774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/02/perfect-bitter-sweet-ending-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-847662360095077742</id><published>2009-02-07T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:54:25.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, i just feel like crying. I feel like screaming my heart out, looking at the stars and asking God, "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i just feel like running away. Running to a far away place, and nobody would notice. I'll just be alone, except with God, and my beloved late Grandfather in my aching heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i wish i was still with Him, because i know he cares about me. He loves me, and i love him too. He will teach me, guide me, and i will listen, i will learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i wish i could just find a way to prove that, no matter how much i change, i have changed for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, Love just isn't my calling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-847662360095077742?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/847662360095077742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/847662360095077742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-i-just-feel-like-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-6258583022573154887</id><published>2009-01-29T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:24:55.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was at the school NCC notice board, and i saw that all 5 of my men who were under me for the NCC selection got in! I'm so proud! Not just of myself but for those 5 as well. I can still remember their names. What's more, 1 of them is a catholic! XMZX recruitment is coming up! The only problem is, in his full name, i don't know his chinese name! But that can be settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training tomorrow in my camo uniform. After that would be Lian He Hui Yi in St Stephen. So Ian and i are going to wear our camo uniform to meeting. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the more i think of it, the more i'm afraid. You see, there's this rumour that after you go through NCC Specialist course, you'll change and apparently, become a bastard. And i don't want to become a bastard. As if i'm not bad enough, i could be worse. So i do hope, that people will still like me even if i do become worse. I might be harsh during training, but hopefully i won't outside of training.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-6258583022573154887?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/6258583022573154887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/6258583022573154887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/01/was-at-school-ncc-notice-board-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-3176114022323697711</id><published>2009-01-24T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:00:17.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Evening mass today at IHM. Father Joe J. Mass was about repentance and i realised many things. I have been sinning too much, and i should wish to change. If you wish to change, now is the right time. Because when you get old, it would be too late to change, you wouldn't have lived your life meaningfully. I shall repent. And with that i do hope, that nobody will think of me as an ignorant and selfish person, but a person who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a selfish, childish and ignorant person just because others think of me that way. I am more than that. It's just that i'm different, but nobody seems to see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know what True Romantic Love is? Take a look at Abigail and Nicholas Tan. That was what i wanted, i was jealous. I wanted that kind of love for myself. That's why i turned desperate. It's just wrong now. It's not my time yet. God will know when it is, like He did for those 2. You think it was pure Luck/Coincidence they bumped into each other during the Raffia String thing during JXY '08? I tell you that you are WRONG. Think again, it was God doing that. And they listened to God's calling and loved each other. So much love that it could last a lifetime. So much love that everyone could see that it could last a lifetime. It's just a matter of wanting it. And they do want it. So it forms the great, amazing love you see in between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall list out and repent my sins, just as my mother said she would:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For not praying often&lt;br /&gt;For being selfish&lt;br /&gt;For being indecent&lt;br /&gt;For blaming others&lt;br /&gt;For being desperate&lt;br /&gt;For not cherishing what i should be cherishing&lt;br /&gt;For turning love into hate&lt;br /&gt;For giving "eye power" when i should be helping&lt;br /&gt;For questioning God on my Faith&lt;br /&gt;For trying to be big and thinking that i'm helping&lt;br /&gt;For causing so much trouble within the Legion of Mary&lt;br /&gt;For being rude to everyone&lt;br /&gt;For loving for the wrong reason&lt;br /&gt;For giving no time for God&lt;br /&gt;For not thanking God in anything i've done well in&lt;br /&gt;For nearly throwing away and giving up my Faith&lt;br /&gt;For lying to my friends and family&lt;br /&gt;For being uncaring towards other's needs and not helping them out&lt;br /&gt;For being unfriendly toward people whose attitudes i do not really like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, i pray to you that i would be a person who loves and cares for others and not about myself. I pray that there would not be anybody who'd think of me wrongly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that no matter how much i criticise someone, i am not that perfect either. As i critcise someone, someone else is criticising me. Nobody is perfect. I thought myself perfect, and i thought i was always right. It does not work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love is to serve, but have i served the Lord? No, not much at the very least. I took his love for granted. I took everybody's love for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before mass, my mother pointed to a woman holding a child. The child was hugging the mother and she was patting him. My mum then said, "you know, when you were young, you were like that child. Small, bald and cute. You always wanted hugs and patting from me." Right there and then, i found out what True Love means. This is my mother, caring for me, protecting me. No matter how many times she scolds me, she still loves me. The sight alone can bring forth a genuine smile, it can bring so much joy, so much happiness, yet so much regrets to me. I would never forget that sight. I know love when i see one. And that, is the most beautiful sight i've ever and will ever see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass today, God gave me a sign. More than one, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sight of mother caring for her child&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conscience feeling sorrowful and regretful after mass&lt;br /&gt;My heart telling me to blog this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 is a lot. Luck or coincidence don't cut it. It HAS to be God, giving me the signs. Especially the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change now, it's not too late yet.&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go for confession soon. Maybe tomorrow, if i go to mass for a second time.  Yes, i do feel like going for mass a second time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-3176114022323697711?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3176114022323697711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3176114022323697711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/01/evening-mass-today-at-ihm.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-8740355077662173710</id><published>2009-01-19T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:20:50.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ice cream tomorrow! Trying desperately to try to come up with a plan to cut cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more i think about it, it's kinda true. During my Grandfather's wake, a friend of my father's/my Grandfather's tennis student told us: Actually, the meaning of life is LOVE. I realised, LOVE is not the only factor, but FAITH as well. I do hope, that i and everyone else live the rest of their lives meaningfully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, LOVE and FAITH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a few men in white holding a man in black. Think they were loan sharks or something. I hope someone reported to the police already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-8740355077662173710?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8740355077662173710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8740355077662173710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/01/ice-cream-tomorrow-trying-desperately.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-8851630040216068048</id><published>2009-01-09T21:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:04:50.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grandfather's funeral today. Had a meaningful Funeral Mass, and then to the Cremation place. A sad sad farewell. Before the doors closed behind the coffin, i heard a shout, "Bye bye, Anthony!" It was really sad, but somehow, i didn't cry. Even worse, the pain was little. I really wanted to cry, but i just couldn't. But anyway, my main reason for blogging this (possibly my LAST) post, is to say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of my family, we would like to thank the Legion of Mary and everyone else who prayed for using their precious time to visit and pray for my Gradnfather. We really appreciate everything you have done. He's now in a better place, and will watch over all of us. Thank you, once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AT LEAST, HE MANAGED TO SPEND HIS LAST CHRISTMAS WITH HIS DEAR FAMILY WHO LOVES HIM AND MISSES HIM SO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-8851630040216068048?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8851630040216068048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8851630040216068048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/01/grandfathers-funeral-today.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-7868680334873000201</id><published>2009-01-02T22:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:17:38.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, first day of school. Woke up at, what, 5.45am? Yeah, Grandmother was up, i don't know why. Ate breakfast, talked with her, got dressed and left. Missed one bus with Teoh Yong to wait for Justin. New marist's mum came to ask if 153 goes to Maris Stella. Directed her, buses 100, 135, 155. 158 too, but told her it was a bad idea because of the traffic jam. Justin still wasn't there so we pang-seh him. =) Reached school, felt kinda weird yet kinda awesome wearing long pants. Saw Nic Tan, (TRIED TO) suan him &lt;strike&gt;like shit&lt;/strike&gt;. Went to 3E to see Caius, he was wearing shorts. Morning assembly, Kwok still remained the same. Administrative stuff in class (i got promoted from index number 25 to 19!) and then a surprisingly fast 1 hour 15 minute welcoming ceremony in the school hall. Went to change to Camo Uniform. For my platoon(Part C!), 21 men out of 24 showed up. Not bad, really. Did some drills. &lt;strike&gt;Sang&lt;/strike&gt; SCREAMED count-by-my-left-foot cheer on Henta-Kaki, since i was timer. Spurred my platoon on to screaming the cheer. Impressed the seniors and juniors. Got some praises. Did 50 push-ups in one shot. Arms hurt. Still hurts. Will hurt for the next few days as well, i guess. As if it's not enough. PT was the killer. But it was fun, somehow. Really. You get the adrenaline rush. Went home, do not wish to go into details. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, 2009 sucks for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-7868680334873000201?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/7868680334873000201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/7868680334873000201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-9116797373236429646</id><published>2009-01-01T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:59:38.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being an idiot,&lt;br /&gt;For being a bastard,&lt;br /&gt;For being an asshole,&lt;br /&gt;For being ignorant,&lt;br /&gt;For being too proud,&lt;br /&gt;For screwing up all your plans,&lt;br /&gt;For causing more trouble than help,&lt;br /&gt;For everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright if you do not wish to forgive me. I can't stop you.&lt;br /&gt;Just know that i am, sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sorry.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for praying for my Grandfather. He is much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care,&lt;br /&gt;James&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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-9116797373236429646?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/9116797373236429646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/9116797373236429646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-sorry-all-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-9035847399398432185</id><published>2009-01-01T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:58:33.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Year Resolutions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Be a really good senior.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Get the wanted post of Part A(Sec 1) Platoon Sergeant.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Get the rank of at least 2nd Sergeant.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Recruit at least 2 people from the new Part A batch to Legion Of Mary.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Get good marks for exams.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Study hard.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Make at least 5 new friends from the new class.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Be Holy.&lt;br /&gt;10. Not irritate anyone or get them to hate me.&lt;br /&gt;11. Try asking seniors whether i could camo uniform for CCA Maze this year.&lt;br /&gt;12. Get a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;13. Pass my Grade 7 Piano Theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Resolution number 1 has been removed, because i found it just plain stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing everyone a Happy New Year, and a Blessed 2009 as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-9035847399398432185?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/9035847399398432185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/9035847399398432185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-resolutions-1.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-1275378828710708322</id><published>2008-12-27T19:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:39:22.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GONE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Cool Music Quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Put your itunes on shuffle. (using Blog's playlist)&lt;br /&gt;2) For each question, press next for your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3) YOU MUST WRITE DOWN THE NAME OF THE SONG NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4) Tag 11 friends who might enjoy this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If someone says :' is this okay?' You say...&lt;br /&gt;Take Your Sweet Time - Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;~Take Your Sweet Time to decide.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What would best describe your personality?&lt;br /&gt;Love Story - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;~I'm not that Lovable, no. Am i?~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you like in a girl/guy?&lt;br /&gt;About A Girl - The Academy Is...&lt;br /&gt;~Nice answer, but they're asking that same question.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;Awakening - Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;~Too awake? Maybe because i drank 4 Iced Milo's today?~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Heartbeat - Scouting For Girls&lt;br /&gt;~Hmm... If you're talking about the SONG then yeah i guess it's to keep my heart beating. Unless you're talking about the BAND, then that's a different story.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;Love Song - Sara Bareilles&lt;br /&gt;~I'd sing a Love Song to someone i like?~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Three Days Later - FM Static&lt;br /&gt;~They'll give you the answer 3 days later.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Flipside - The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;~Are they that different from me?~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;I'm Yours - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;~Yes, to the girl. I'm Yours.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere - Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;~Nice answer. All 4 directions.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Rooftops - Lost Prophets&lt;br /&gt;~I don't think He/She/It is... "Standing on the rooftops". It's illegal, anyway.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Check Yes Juliet - We The Kings&lt;br /&gt;~Hmm... Nice. Unfortunately her name isn't Juliet.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13-15 is missing...dun ask me...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do your parents think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Geek In The Pink - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;~I'm not a geek, and i don't wear pink.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What will you like to dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday - The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;~Maybe i'll get married on my birthday? You never know.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Heaven - DJ Sammy&lt;br /&gt;~Hopefully i'm going there.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;Thunder - Boys Like Girls&lt;br /&gt;~Well, if i DO work with the Singapore Navy i gotta get the weather before setting off right?~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye - Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;~Ask me again and i'll leave.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Everything - Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;~Aww....~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What's the worst thing that can happen?&lt;br /&gt;Whoa Oh! (Me versus Everyone) - Forever The Sickest Kids&lt;br /&gt;~If i'm fighting with everyone then yeah, i'm sure to lose.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How will you die?&lt;br /&gt;Tonight - FM Static&lt;br /&gt;~They asked HOW, not WHEN. Wait... Oh shit.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Does anybody like you?&lt;br /&gt;Vindicated - Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;~Makes no sense.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you could go back in time...wad would you change?&lt;br /&gt;We Are One Tonight - Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;~I'd change tonight so we could be together. Received no SMSes from you for the entire day today.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What hurts right now?&lt;br /&gt;I Will Remember You - Ryan Cabrera&lt;br /&gt;~The fact that i'll remember all the bad stuff in my life?~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What would you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;Gone - Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;~Awesome. Well said.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 People you would like to tag:&lt;br /&gt;-Clarissa,&lt;br /&gt;-Melvin,&lt;br /&gt;-Chester,&lt;br /&gt;-Shermaine,&lt;br /&gt;-Rachel,&lt;br /&gt;-Priscilla,&lt;br /&gt;-Ian Junior,&lt;br /&gt;-Leticia,&lt;br /&gt;-And Whoever&lt;br /&gt;-That Wants To&lt;br /&gt;-Do this Quiz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-1275378828710708322?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/1275378828710708322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/1275378828710708322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/12/super-cool-music-quiz-1-put-ur-itunes.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-3758687374557943265</id><published>2008-12-25T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T16:38:16.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Guys, Merry Christmas to all... Here's the lyrics to one of my favourite songs of all time (you can find it in my playlist) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything - Michael Buble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You're a falling star, You're the get away car.&lt;br /&gt;You're the line in the sand when I go too far.&lt;br /&gt;You're the swimming pool, on an August day.&lt;br /&gt;And You're the perfect thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you play it coy, but it's kinda cute.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, When you smile at me you know exactly what you do.&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't pretend, that you don't know it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can see it when I look at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you, You make me sing.&lt;br /&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,&lt;br /&gt;And you light me up, when you ring my bell.&lt;br /&gt;You're a mystery, you're from outer space,&lt;br /&gt;You're every minute of my everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe, uh that I'm your man,&lt;br /&gt;And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through,&lt;br /&gt;And you know that's what our love can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you, You make me sing&lt;br /&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you, You make me sing&lt;br /&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.&lt;br /&gt;You're every song, and I sing along.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're my everything.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-3758687374557943265?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3758687374557943265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3758687374557943265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-guys-merry-christmas-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-8483105786018140235</id><published>2008-12-22T15:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:36:48.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Black Christmas yesterday! Tired me out. Nothing much to write about it, so please visit my photo gallery at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ineedariflepics.blogspot.com/"&gt;Photo Gallery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or just go to my links and click it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened that made that day the happiest of my life. Not gonna share it, though. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-8483105786018140235?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8483105786018140235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8483105786018140235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/12/black-christmas-yesterday-tired-me-out.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-5098752618325806643</id><published>2008-12-20T18:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:40:28.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FORCED by big fat boss to do this, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have secrets?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course, everyone has secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a boy/girl younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How long do you intend to wait for someone u really love?&lt;br /&gt;- Forever, if possible. I wouldn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;- Too many to name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;- That, of course, depends on the gender. Or else, probably yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;- Loving someone who loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. List out 10 favourite things/people that u like/love.&lt;br /&gt;- Once again, too many to list out. But i do love Kayaking, obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;- Doesn't matter, as long as she's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;- The fact that my friends care about me is satisfactory enough for me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What makes you sad?&lt;br /&gt;- Many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself, 10 years later?&lt;br /&gt;- Hopefully working for the Singapore Navy. Married, possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;- My fellow Legionaries. Love you guys. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is being regarded as the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;- Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and rich?&lt;br /&gt;- That depends on the girl, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;- Silvery Gray. Heard of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously,and both of them do the same, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;- I wouldn't pick any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. Do note that everybody make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you want to tell the someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;- I wouldn't tell, i'd just play a romantic sonata on the piano. Actions speak louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If there is a choice between lover and friends,which will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;My friends. To me, i find it selfish if you were to pick your lover.&lt;/strike&gt; Having a little problem with this right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you believe that there is "True Love"?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 ppl who i am going to force to do this:&lt;br /&gt;- Monica&lt;br /&gt;- Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;- Chester&lt;br /&gt;- Ian Junior&lt;br /&gt;- Rachel&lt;br /&gt;- Shermaine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-5098752618325806643?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5098752618325806643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5098752618325806643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/12/forced-by-big-fat-boss-to-do-this-so.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-1673484097774765964</id><published>2008-12-19T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:10:24.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for the kayaking trip today. Originally, so many people wanted to go kayaking. In the end only me, Caius and Kang Joe went. Saw a few Part B's and C's from MSHS NCC. Sadly, only me and Caius were eligible to rent kayaks from the water-venture Pasir Ris. So, Kang Joe went to rent the white-water kayak, the CYCLONE while me and Caius took BANDITS. The rest went cycling, except Clarissa who was sitting on the big rock listening to music and watching us kayak or something. 1 hour from kayaking Nicholas Cheang, Renyi, Christian and Ian junior went to rent kayaks. Soon after they started lending their kayaks to Renyi's sister and Melvin. Had a hell lot of fun. Would be even more fun if Clarissa had joined us. Caius and i lost the key twice, 1st time was when we set the footrest of the kayak, which after 15 minutes we realised and found it, and the 2nd was when we were washing up the kayaks, only to realise it was right in front of our faces. Bathed and went together to Tampines mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampines mall, ate at the food court. Melvin left and Abi joined us. Jerome and his friend came soon after. Went shopping. Bought a gift for this Sunday's Christmas Party Gift Exchange from 77th street. Walked around, went to Times bookshop and bought the book Halo: The Cole Protocol which comes after Contact Harvest. I think. So we continued walking around, and me and Kang Joe got bored so we went back to 77the street and we bought... some stuff. Gonna give a surprise during this Xmas party but i'm afraid it'll look real crappy. I hope it doesn't so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO KAYAKING AGAIN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-1673484097774765964?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/1673484097774765964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/1673484097774765964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-for-kayaking-trip-today.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-5621728253609241202</id><published>2008-12-08T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:26:30.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry didn't blog. Now here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday meeting. I tell you, when Nic Tan come in ah, you can feel the Goodness-aura. You see him know he change already. Why? Because of Abi. LoL. Anyway, after that went to eat Ban Mian together, Nic Cheang, Nic Tan, Ian Jr. and me. The whole time TC. Then Pris keep SMSing me so i call her, then pass the phone around. Asked her to guess who is who. All wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night/Evening time, go cycling. Took 158, wanted to change to bus 401. Check Iris, 22 minutes. So jialat jialat walk there. But halfway walking managed to get Taxi. Book 3 hours. First 30 minutes learn balancing. Occasionally managed to pedal a bit. After that another 30 minutes eat dinner. Come back totally forget. So yeah, i relearnt everything. Managed to learn how to cycle totally in less than the remaining 1hr45min. I'm so proud of myself. =) Thanks a lot guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened on Sunday. Went to buy my Number 3 shoes. A bit different. Came back, change, go to Hougang Mall plan X'mas Party. In the end go Jerome's house. Crapped about till about 4.30pm then left for Nativity Church for CNDH. Pure fun. We were like bloody drunktards, except we weren't drunk. Yeah. Went to eat supper with Jerome, Nic Tan and Cuiling. They thought Pris and me got something on. Got their minds straight. Jojo, Daniel, Nic Cheang and Melvin came soon after. Left after 15 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya Haji. Superb weather. Whole day raining, you could sleep the whole day, literally. Almost did. Wanted to go for family cycling, actually, but it was raining, so cancelled. Evening went to see Piano Teacher's 2nd Baby. Girl, 1 month old. Damn cute. 1 month but quite big, a lot of hair on the head. So young got double eyelid someore. Damn cute. Came back and my brother changed specs or something. Went to McCafe drank MochaFrappe. Super nice. Now i end this post, for i have to sleep. Good Night, people. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-5621728253609241202?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5621728253609241202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5621728253609241202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorry-didnt-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-8170732812221159236</id><published>2008-12-05T13:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:29:07.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>COC was damn high. 1st day went there, SOMEONE said there was shuttle bus ah. Had to walk there in the bloody tight shoes. Went there, expected a bit of fun, because of JXY the high-ness got bloody drilled into my head. Breakfast ate some Chicken pie from a shop called "Pie Kia". Meat very sweet. After that, keep doing drills like crap. Was damn sian until we keep complaining to each other. Sir say "you give me shit, i give you diarrheoa!" During one break, Ma'm Toh came and talked to us. Wanted to say "this is pure crap-ness", but of course i didn't. Instead, i told her "this is something honourable and worth doing". Expect me to say that kind of thing, my whole life's about honour and whatnot. Continued, and we gave Sir shit. He told us he'll give us diarrhoea after lunch. More drill practice. After that we ate lunch. Spaghetti from Old Chang Kee Delivery(they sponsor all the food). We had orange too, and the right marker guy was damn funny. He open the top of the orange like some flower, and then use his fork dig dig everything out. Damn funny. Had TC session for super long, i was talking about JXY. Keep our minds away from the sian-ness. Then when nothing to talk about i decided to guai-lan a abit. Suddenly say "damn sian, i wanna go home...", and everyone was like "oi james, don't remind us lah knn. See lah now we also damn sian again...". Fall back in, go back same place, learn new drills and stuff. Sir forgot to give us "diarrhoea". In fact, he treated us even nicer! Diarrhoea is awesome. =P Did 2 rehearsels and went to Hall to relax slack slack a bit. One Sir say "before you go home do 1 more rehearsel!" and everybody was like "wah lau, damn sian leh...". Suddenly, got thunder and everyone went "YAYYYYY!!! WOOOO!! NO MORE REHEARSEL!!!" So yeah, we took our Barang Barang, ate dinner and went home. Wanted to take 853 but cannot find bus-stop. So Justin and i walked to the next bus-stop, thinking got 853 there. Knn only got 72, and the bus-stop after that no shelter. So yeah lucky stop at Hougang MRT. Convenient for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day was even better, although it was whole day rehearsel. Nothing lah, really. Except 1 rehearsel stepped on Benedict's sole and it came off. Mine was broken too so both of us removed our shoe soles. Felt a lot lighter. Then did the real thing, with Swiss Cottage Secondary School Band. Somehow right, real thing is less tiring than rehearsel. Sergeant Nicholas Koh nearly screwed up. Rifle almost drop to the floor during the Kalik. During the thing, Dr. Arthur Beng, Chairman of NCC Council said 'During Secondary School, Lieutenant Colonel Adrian Koh joined the wrong organization, the NPCC'. Everyone laughed like crap. But then i realised it's quite disgraceful that an NPCC cadet was leading the NCC. But what's done has been done, and as a cadet i can't do anything. But yeah in the end, got Sir's msn. Hahahaha. Oh by the way, we saw SIRS Nicholas Liaw and Jing Han. Saw Sir Victor too, wave at him he wave back but the face like damn stone. Lol. Yeah and Sir still forgot give us Diarrhoea. Wanted to go back and tell him but everyone outside the Gate liao, so yeah, can't. Came back home on msn. Suddenly Yee Seng say he don't owe Sir anything. I ask why and he said "because i had diarrhoea just now". A bit ironic. Cause ah, before he eat food he wash hand. I bloody shit touch my shoe's sole and ate food without washing. I was the one who was supposed to get the diarrhoea, not him. Ya and until now Sir still not online. Haiz. COC was damn high. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-8170732812221159236?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8170732812221159236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8170732812221159236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/12/coc-was-damn-high.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-767432113850583938</id><published>2008-12-01T15:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:39:24.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JXY '08 was the most memorable camp i ever had. Thank you, guys. I love you. Thank you for all your letters and stuff. Thank you, all Xiao Ming members, for wearing the shirt proudly and helping out the YGZ. Thank you, all Slice-Of-Life members, my team, my family. Thank you Rachel, for perservering despite your injury to help the group out, and Congratulations to you on getting Best Female Camper. We missed you when you were gone. Thank you also, Jeremy, for being such an awesome leader, and we miss you too. Thank you Ian Sr. for being a great SP,and i really appreciate everything you've done for me. Lastly, a BIG BIG Thank You to everyone in Camp for making my and other's first JXY a great one, and i am happy that i've got to know you guys better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27 nov '08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Night of JXY was exciting and got everybody in the mood, especially when we Tau-Pok-ed Nick Cheang. The Camp Song was also really nice and the Lyrics were meaningful. It was such an amazing and somewhat touching song. We got sorted out into groups, and I landed up with Kang Joe, Rachel, Jeremy and Lesley(who wasn't there at that moment). We got our SP (Secret Pals) too. Called ourselves the Slice-Of-Life. Read the most bottom post to find out more. Created a mascot, which was a slice of pie made from newspaper as crust and filling, and Scotch Tape. Look at the bottom of the page to see it. We were asked to think of the cheer by the next day. &lt;br /&gt;As usual, many couldn't sleep during the first Camp Night, so what my row of Campers(Nic Tan, Kang Joe, Ian Jr., Caius and me) did was to do night PT, Caius and i K.O.-ed after just 5 minutes. The other 3 continued softly, of course, but still irritating and Renyi was pretty pissed. Kept sitting up and watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28 nov '08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at about 6.30am. The sky was so bright, i actaully thought my watch was too slow. Turned out to be perfectly fine. Gathered at the CarPark and did PT, which i am unable to recall what happened. Ate bread for breakfast and gathered in an air-conditioned room, the RCIA room. For some "unforseen circumstances", Leticia was moved to our group. They thought us a Hip-Hop dance, the Camp Dance, only the first verse. It's really great Choreography except for a few parts. I can't really remember what happened after lunch all the way to sleep time so someone please enlighten me, thanks. I couldn't sleep, again. This time it's most probably because i was too excited to wait till 12am, 29 nov '08. My birthday, the one and only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29 nov '08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday had finally arrived. In fact, i was so excited that after my watch read 6.22am, i started to relax and woke up at 6.34am by the lights which Renyi turned on to wake the rest of us up. 12 minutes of sleep. Amazing. PT was a little retarded, to be extremely honest with you, but it was fun. Did Predator Hopping and Kang Joe's hand was  wounded all over. I had a small cut on my right palm, but no bleeding. Told Caius not to tell anybody about my birthday, wanted it to be a regular day for me. Word got out though, apparently i forgot to tell Ian Jr. the same thing. At least it was still a regular day for me, except somehow i did much work and i'm extremely happy to have done it. After breakfast we gathered outside the RCIA room and Angela asked what i wanted. Volunteered for a Tau-Pok. No, seriously. Then she asked me what i wanted to tell them and i thanked them for being such great friends. They really are awesome people, so much so that i didn't regret joining LOM. =) Did more Hip-Hop, this time learnt the Chorus part. Once again, i can't remember what happened until after dinner, which we did Cluedo. Super awesome, and super scary. Then, sleep. But of course, i did not sleep. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 nov'08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed my birthday, no tau-pok. A bit sadded. This day i can't remember most of the things that happened. In fact, i only remembered only one of the programs, Wan Hui(YGZ did a catwalk show, uber funny). Had to do a skit, but because Lesley wasn't there we needed to change our skit. And surprisingly, we made it and we did it really well. It's about Mojojojo creating the "powderypoof boys", starring Leticia as Mojo, Rachel as Narrator and killed person, Jeremy as Boss(boy blossom) Kang Joe as Bombers(boy bubbles) and me as Blubbercup(boy buttercup) and after they killed someone the boys felt guilty and decided to change. They went back and killed Mojo and to make things more funny Jeremy said, "Woops, we just did it again(kill someone)". Screwed up our dance, wanted to redo but we didn't. The other groups did their skits and dances, and the YGZ did parody versions of local advertisements(e.g. allswell drink and Anything Whatever drink). Then the Guests had to vote which team was best. Ended up with a tie between Our(Slice of Life) and Renyi's group(Athena). Had to scream to see which team is better and out team won, somehow. Sadly, Rachel ahd to leave early so she didn't get to celebrate with us. After that Jeremy had to leave too. YGZ did a skit also, very funny and pretty nice. After that 5 Marists did cleaning up with the YGZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 dec '08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody slept, really. Only me, Luke, John and Kang Joe were in the dormitory. The rest were in the SP room. Evaluation and then clean up, prize presentation and then Tau-Pok(me, post-birthday bash and Nick Cheang, cause he promised he'd let us give him one). Can't really say much, i'll edit the post on 3rd or 4th dec, Shun Bian write about NCC Change Of Command Parade. Amazing day. Returned home happy. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slice-Of-Life, mascot pictures;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/STOjE2xEstI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vUChoXnNRGg/s1600-h/IMG_0813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/STOjE2xEstI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vUChoXnNRGg/s320/IMG_0813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274738892397130450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/STOjEklPTVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/c5ayu8N5aFc/s1600-h/IMG_0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/STOjEklPTVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/c5ayu8N5aFc/s320/IMG_0812.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274738887515655506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why we called our group the S.o.L., was from the newspaper, actually a group for Obese people. But we thought, the theme for JXY '08 is "choices" and Choices is a part or slice of your whole life, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i missed out quite a heck lot of things, but i don't know the sequence and stuff. So yeah, please enlighten me. Use my tagboard, tell me what to edit, thanks. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JXY '08, MOST MEMORABLE CAMP EVER!! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-767432113850583938?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/767432113850583938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/767432113850583938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/12/jxy-08-was-most-memorable-camp-i-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/STOjE2xEstI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vUChoXnNRGg/s72-c/IMG_0813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-4135754443108920972</id><published>2008-10-21T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:03:42.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday didn't blog. Too tired from kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUC was.. i guess alright. On the first day, the Sea Commandant Major Oliver Tan came to our school for a visit. Gave him a metal mug and a bouquet of flowers as gifts of appreciation. During B&amp;H lecture, Staff Feldman asked me to do push-ups (he was joking only), i said "no lah, no lah". Then Wilfred scold me say it's an order. Scared the sh!t out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, PT. Arnold was asked to sing a song. Sang National Anthem kena pump. Then Sergeant ask him sing "Touch my body". Ask to sing until all of us the "pants button must fly off because erection too much". Lol. Epic fail, don't worry. Went for hike at Bukit Timah. Walk until blister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayaking was fun. Full-stop. I suddenly love capsize drill, but not until the extent that i want to capsize everytime. Last year, Jun Cong and i were the slowest kayakers. Now, we're one of the fastest. Hahaha. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played battleon, but it's an MMORPG. Made new friends. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-4135754443108920972?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/4135754443108920972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/4135754443108920972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday-didnt-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-6701695920724439838</id><published>2008-10-18T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:40:55.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys, it's been a really long time since i posted, but since i gotta wake up early for tomorrow's kayaking, i'll make this really short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography, flunked, as expected. But after moderation, they allowed me to have a JUST-PASS. So, no subjects failed officially. So yeah. Hopefully i get into the Subject Combination i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUC, just came back from it. Na-beh. Arms and legs got blister all damn sore. Before-meal prayer, only me and Ian did, cause we're the only Part A and B catholics. If only Christian had come. Did sentry duty with Justin again. 12.45am to 1.45am. Caught a few. Randal and another Part A actually CHASED a Sergeant when they saw him take something. It's a small game lah, to test out guards. I TEACH THE PART A'S ONE. So far we learned new things. Like 1.45am is a nice time. The Sergeant zham my water bottle when i was lying down. He thought i asleep. He take i shout "eh, Sergeant!" he never hear. So, Sergeant Ren Yang gave me a similar water bottle, i thought was mine. Ended up as Nobie's. So at 1.45am, i zham my water bottle back. Someore it's like next to where i sleep only. Hahaha. A lot of things happened lah. I'll edit this tomorrow if i have time and strength after kayaking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-6701695920724439838?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/6701695920724439838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/6701695920724439838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-guys-its-been-really-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-8583726814909186044</id><published>2008-09-26T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:52:11.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry guys, i know i have not updated my blog for a damn long time. So this'll be my last post until the End-Of-Year examinations are over. Gotta mug, you know. And you, yes YOU, should be studying too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from the beginning. Bible quiz on saturday, missed Legion meeting. Ian jr. was there and agreed to report this saturday, tomorrow. Caius was supposed to come but his mum wanted him to stay home and study, lest he gets expelled. So yeah, please pray for him. Reserve didn't come either, so Isaac and i went with 2 Hai Sing Catholic students. Natalia and Tessa, who were apparently at the Ngee Ann Poly exhibition too. She recognised me. Ashton went with 3 other GIRLS. Aaron was jealous, as you would have expected. In the end we did not get to the finals, but the experience was worth it. By the way, we had lemon barley from Mrs Audrey Chong. The condensed water dripped on the table and Isaac and i started drawing XD XP =) =D =P faces. Natalia joined in and wrote: "Thanks You! I love you!" on the table and tapped Isaac's shoulder and pointed at it. Isaac CLAIMED he did not know. Hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pencil case is done, too. I'm going to create 2 more, 1 for my brother (as his belated birthday present, you can't expect me to do it when i have exams, can you?) and another for my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My marks, after adding behaviour and conduct and homework and base tests and whatnot, in total i have 63.5%. I guess i may be able to appeal for S5, the subject combination i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Star Kayaking form. Went with Justin to hand up Leroy's, mine, and his. Couldn't find Kia Kiat so we wanted to give Feldman. Suddenly Jerome came and so i asked him to call out Kai En for us. Same class. So we gave him the form. Then i went down with Marvin for fun and he went to give Kia Kiat his form. Funny thing happened, my mind too full of crap to remember what happened to type it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE yesterday, watched a video, lest we fall and injure ourselves before the exams. Mr. Seah asked us questions. Leroy answered wrongly (on purpose) and was asked to do push-ups. He clap that time, Yi Xuan and gang chiong next to him and also do. Hahaha. Guai-lan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I volunteered to create Wei Ming's Dota clan blogskin too. After exams. You'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got cherry credits too. 40k. Upgraded my account to  X-guardian. Show you some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SNyhpxn13UI/AAAAAAAAACI/uKXCCHXhe3w/s1600-h/AQ-Screenshot5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SNyhpxn13UI/AAAAAAAAACI/uKXCCHXhe3w/s320/AQ-Screenshot5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250249004674309442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protector Armour, now with spikes on shoulder and chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SNyhqaSBtWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/oaYCEcTf-1w/s1600-h/AQ-Screenshot6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SNyhqaSBtWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/oaYCEcTf-1w/s320/AQ-Screenshot6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250249015588664674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-8583726814909186044?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8583726814909186044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8583726814909186044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorry-guys-i-know-i-have-not-updated-my.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SNyhpxn13UI/AAAAAAAAACI/uKXCCHXhe3w/s72-c/AQ-Screenshot5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-5580690463533311356</id><published>2008-09-14T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:56:11.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was supposed to blog yesterday but SWAT was till after midnight so no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was the same, though i stayed back to buy a pair of slippers and shoes for some citi exhibition at Ngee Ann Poly. Ms Chia volunteered me for it without my own consent when i was at Camp FEAST. Expenditure: $47.90. $15 on slippers and $32.90 on shoes. I'm getting a refund so no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. After the 6 hour exhebition which none of my friends from other schools went. I got my photo taken with the certificate, though. =D Went back as fast as i could but by the time i reached, the NCC company Besurai liao. Waited 30min for Sir Daryl's pep-talk stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Glad Ian from NCC Part A came. He decided to continue coming and add to our numbers. Melvin is going to feng xian in 1 or 2 weeks time! Yeah! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Rong Fu supposed to ling jing, i backup. Saved when Robin asked Julian to ling instead! Haha! By the way, Shermaine, you looked like some meena hooker schoolgirl. XD Forgive me. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-5580690463533311356?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5580690463533311356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5580690463533311356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-i-was-supposed-to-blog-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-685898500924897772</id><published>2008-09-10T16:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:14:44.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where did i stop, eh? Oh right. Let me see what happened now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, we had the synchronised prayer on Mother Mary's birthday. Did not so much so give me the same feeling i had last year, when we did the same thing. Still, it was awesome, to know that everybody is praying at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, on the same day, my piano teacher said that i had JUST scraped through my piano examination! If i kena minus 1 mark, i wouldn't be in grade 8 now. It was the examiner who was extremely lenient though. The girl that we met on that day, right after my own examination, got 110+. It's upon 150, but 100 is a pass. Which i managed to get. =D. Amazing, ain't it? Yeah, that day was also my lucky day, you could say. My mum did not scold me (much) and i managed to do all my September School Assignments (which is just 21 math questions) and hand it up in time, directly before RME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was an average, but slightly better, day for me. Didn't do my Chinese tuition homework, as usual. But teacher didn't scold me. She gave me some therapy of some sort. Told me about how "people who earn a hell lot of money are the least happy (she was referring to my mother)" and that i "should do everything she says and just study hard", which i did. And she saw me doing my work (school and her own assignments that she bought) and she didn't scold me. She was really proud, in fact. And i didn't even know that i could actually do all these without touching my computer. Yeah, i slept a bit, but still, i managed to complete everything. Right now i'm using the computer and at night i'm going to do my homework, so she can't blame me for not studying. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went around asking my platoonmates what they wish to be when we take over, and here are the (official) results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 Part A PS: James, Justin, Jun Jie&lt;br /&gt;S2 (Medic): Marvin&lt;br /&gt;S3 (Training Spec): Ming Long, Yan Zhao&lt;br /&gt;S4 (Logistics Spec): Christian&lt;br /&gt;PTI: Leroy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest are unconfirmed yet, still pending. We are going to vote Kee Yuen as CSM, and the twins as ASM, if voting is actually possible. The Ma'ms and Sirs might just pick someone else. So yeah, if everything is according to plan, that'll be really great, and it shows teamwork amongst the platoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Yong Chong Sin Marvin's initials are: AY&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CSM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. A small joke. He's too soft and can't shout properly. If he deals with these problems and gets into Sea Competition, he has a chance of being CSM. He has potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Sea Competition, Justin and i are going to try out for the doubles. Problem is, Justin will have to go for many trainings. Bends &amp; Hitches, Sea Competition and Orienteering. He actually MIGHT become the CSM. All the same, we are going to try, to get myself more CIP hours for going for Sea and Bends &amp; Hitches Competitions. Hopefully, we do not need to turn for the entire 100m or so. Because our turning just plain sucks. Because of me, mainly. But i will try to train properly, the next few times i kayak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone up for Kayaking and/or Paintball at the end of the year? Paintball is $35.90 for 100 paintballs. Game time is 1h30min, including safetly briefing. You need to be 14 years old according to birthdate. Kayaking will be confirmed soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THOSE WHO WISH TO GO FOR KAYAKING, PAINTBALL, BOTH OR FOR MORE INFORMATION, PLEASE CONTACT ME AT 82001981 BY NOVEMBER 30TH. FOR PAINTBALL, WE NEED AN EVEN NUMBER OF PEOPLE TO SPLIT INTO 2 TEAMS. PEOPLE WHO WISH TO GO FOR PAINTBALL MUST ASK THEIR PARENTS FIRST, BECAUSE OF THE WASHABLE STAINS IF YOU GET SHOT. THANKS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-685898500924897772?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/685898500924897772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/685898500924897772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-did-i-stop-eh-oh-right.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-3495405147422883638</id><published>2008-09-05T13:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:27:50.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As much as i and everyone else hates to be the bearer of bad news, i'll just say it out. Our school's NCC unit might get Silver instead of Gold for BUC. I said "might", because we still have our Proficiency Test, our Heritage Trail which we did today, and our Marksmanship Competition. So hopefully, we'll get Gold. If not, we would lose our chance to get Gold for 10 years running. Our first time that we actually MIGHT get Silver. We have never been so close to losing this much before. I promise, that when we take over, we will train the entire company like hell. We can't afford this another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea competition was performed really badly. We had last place 3 times in just one day. Our first time actually getting LAST place! I don't blame Vernon, many of us said we were undertrained. Same goes to the Orienteering team who had very few trainings, and the Bends &amp; Hitches team which had only 2 or 3 trainings. Part B's got 6th postition and Part A's got 4th. Very close. Although Part B's got 6th, both A's and B's just needed 2 points to get the Bronze Medal, to help with the Gold award for the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Heritage Train today. The purpose was actually that it was a Bonus for the BUC. It was really fun, honestly. We went around Little India, something like the Amazing Race. We just had to know the history of a certain place and answer a question. So far we had all correct. There was a prize for the first team that finished. We were supposed to be 2nd, but our Sergeant said we should rest a while and buy drinks and chui air-con in the Food Court. So we did and we went back to the Last Station that we went to. Apparently, the team hadn't even reached yet. So we reki-reki walk walk slowly and reached back at Farrer Park MRT Station as the last team because the other team went back, my guess, without completing the Quiz thing. There was this Parrot Astrologer at one of our checkpoints that, when coaxed out of the cage, picked out a card or something that tells you your fortune. Though not neccessary, we realised in the end and a Part A just lost $3 because of that, another Part A (i can't remember his name, damn) went for the fortune telling thing, and it talked about him having a marriage in the family and talks about his children or something. According to Sergeant, he has a "very bright future ahead of him, and should look forward to it." Awesome, the Trail was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things which i do not wish to share, at the very least not on my blog, happened. About Ma'm Toh (during Sea Competition) and Sergeant Ronald (during Heritage Trail).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that we will win the Gold. I pray to God that we would. Prayer helps very effectively, especially if you help youself too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One recommended Chinese song (in han yu pin yin, cause my computer can't type Chinese words): nan ren nu ren (man woman). I don't know who sand it. Inspired from Sir Teng and Ms Lee Shiao Pei. Sir should join Singapore Idol. Damn nice song. Now all the NCC guys like to suan him. All whistle the song on play it on the phone in front of him. Haha. But damn nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-3495405147422883638?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3495405147422883638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3495405147422883638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-much-as-i-and-everyone-else-hates-to.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-633525582723956556</id><published>2008-08-30T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T17:43:24.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woooo!! I so OWN in battleon. Trained as a Paladin, then i wanted to try out Necromancer class. So i went to complete Wizard class first. When i made it as a Necromancer, the armour and skills were FREAKING PRO. Attacks that not even my Protector Armour can muster. Now i'm training for Beastmaster. For fun. Not like i'm going to use it, really, now that i've got the Necromancer Armour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 funny videos i watched from youtube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arby 'n' The Chief Episode 14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jl7qtlx9nwE&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/Jl7qtlx9nwE&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;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 5 reasons to go to College&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GPjGni6mqew&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/GPjGni6mqew&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/702901053689269118-633525582723956556?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/633525582723956556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/633525582723956556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/woooo-i-so-own-in-battleon.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-7861171549124642311</id><published>2008-08-30T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:46:29.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meeting today, only me, Melvin and Kang Joe, along with Uncle Stephen. Nick didn't come, had CCA. Jerome got competition and Christian got Prelims, have to study. Nic Tan didn't come, Caius didn't come, Daryl i think got competition also, with Jerome. So yeah, i took all 4 zhi yuan's jobs. Sat on Boss Chair. Amazing feeling, really. Didn't (or maybe hardly) screw up. =D. I wanna do that again, soon. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-7861171549124642311?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/7861171549124642311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/7861171549124642311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/meeting-today-only-me-melvin-and-kang.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-8888459153198408086</id><published>2008-08-28T15:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:54:21.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made 2 mistakes in competition today! ARGH! Can't believe we may actaully LOSE to AHMAD IBRAHIM!! Damn. But what's done has been done. You can't blame us really. We were under-prepared. Part A's had only 3 trainings. I had 4, Zephan had only 1 or 2. So yeah. Sucks lah. But never mind. Can always try and get another next year. And we can also hope. May not get Gold, but can hope for Silver or Bronze lah. Next time train earlier, then better. Actually, i could have gotten about 5 more marks. Because Sergeant Ren Yang tell us Reef Knot is to tie 2 ropes of approximately equal sizes AND same material. Part A said those get full marks for the knot. I say that, the stupid other Sir go minus, say not same material. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat in Ma'm Goh's car with Zephan and Sergeant Ren Yang. Reached Kallang Sea Training Centre at 8am or so. So we went to McDonald's to eat first, until 8.30am then we left and went, as the first team, to do the competition. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in school, after competition, came back, and then got free period from Ms Joanna Lee after Geog lesson, before recess got time. So i talk to Marvin about the competition. Teacher asked me to pull the screen back up to keep it. Malvick was like blocking my way so i jumped over him. Going back that time more difficult. I almost made it when he put his hand on the floor for some reason and i accidentally jumped on it. Haha. Woops. But he didn't have any feeling of pain or something. Talk someore because there was really nothing to do. Apparently we were very noisy and we had to go back to out seats and TIAM there in SENANGDIRI postition, with hands behind the back, for about 14 to 15 minutes. It's not like i did anything much, but i'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity Zephan. His class went to Science Centre but he went for Bends &amp; Hitches competition. We came back at 9.45 or so, and he had to wait until 12nn for them to get back. Meanwhile, i didn't know what he did. Hahaha. We walked back to class real slowly though, just to skip a few minutes of lesson. Got to know Part A's Randal and Brandon a little better, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched this yesteday, brother showed it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hitler and ERP woes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JoTqRQ29Od8&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/JoTqRQ29Od8&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;br /&gt;BattleOn. Found a new armour! And gained a level! Now level 69. Yeah! It's called Shiny Boy armour. Can be found if you Sail East on travel map, click Paxia Clans, click war, and click on the shiny mech at the background part, near the Lucian Clan base. Here's a picture of the armour. By the way, it ain't buy-able. And if you change to another armour you can't change back to it. Powerful in attacks, but quite weak in defence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SLZ_JMwEvOI/AAAAAAAAACA/G92EX4treZo/s1600-h/AQ-Screenshot4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SLZ_JMwEvOI/AAAAAAAAACA/G92EX4treZo/s320/AQ-Screenshot4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239515012510563554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeeeeee. Long post! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-8888459153198408086?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8888459153198408086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8888459153198408086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-made-2-mistakes-in-competition-today.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SLZ_JMwEvOI/AAAAAAAAACA/G92EX4treZo/s72-c/AQ-Screenshot4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-6122088583791055414</id><published>2008-08-25T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:35:30.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Training was real slack, all in all. B&amp;H team had no PT, cause we were in 3E training for Bends&amp;Hitches competition this thursday. Shittyshittybangbang. Too many stuff to remember. Yeah, but most of the time we were slacking. For the entire day we did knots and rope tying, while the rest were doing drills and PT. Heh! N00bs. Honestly, B&amp;H is the slackest competition ever, next to Marksmanship Competition. Speaking of competition, i wish there was one on paintball. Me, Justin, Jared, Chester and Kee Yuan can be the ones chiong-ing forward to take the flag, Tommy can hide behind a tree and shoot from there, Yan Zhao can take the sniper tower. My team was the zhai-est in paintball so far during camp FEAST. We won in just, what, 4 minutes. Justin, Yan Zhao and Kee Yuen weren't in my team, though. But they're not bad. I can do cool and awesome moves with the gun. XD. Like, twisting my body around and shooting a guy in the visor. Yeah, i did aim, for a short while. This was not in camp FEAST, though. Was in... I can't remember. Damn. Ah well, i really do hope there was. Then i can get more CIP instead of just going for the B&amp;H competition. Justin went for Orienteering, so he's got more CIP. Damn. I wanna play paintball. Anyone game? During year-end holidays? SMS me, if you do. I'll try and find a place. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. WANT. TO. PLAY. PAINTBALL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't gotten all the results back yet, but the marks are really rotten. My languages suddenly pulled me up instead of pulling me down, though. So at least now i know how to study well. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-6122088583791055414?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/6122088583791055414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/6122088583791055414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/training-was-real-slack-all-in-all.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-1410707364280457896</id><published>2008-08-24T22:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:51:01.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah. Nothing really happened today. We went for badminton at Sang Nila Utama school next to the Gurkha place. Not a bad place. Takes some time getting used to. Played barefoot, too. For fun. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow got NCC training. Argh. Shit. Somehow, my plastic bag got smaller, till i'm unable to fit my shoe box into it. So now i have to stuff my boots into my shoe bag. And it looks like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so me and vigi were like, talking about how NCC people couldn't bathe properly because of so many people and so little time. And this is what we arrived at. Note: it gets more and more, erm, yeah, as you go further and further. PG13, Viewer Discretion Is Advised. My words are italicized and vigi's bolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so imagine NS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i won't be bathing for 2 years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no properly, at least&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at least no need wash hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STINKY PIG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause no hair to wash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahahha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unless you're talking about pubic hair lah, then yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but who washes pubic hair?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU LA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SICKO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no i DON'T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how i shampoo it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how i know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;EXACTL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who washes their pubic hair??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you keep rubbing ah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;later the cubicle so white&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know why lah, huh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no i bet you comb and blow dry them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sick idiot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i bet YOU do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i bet you even PERM it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you reborn and layer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and dye it purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have no idea what those are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU DYE YOURS PINK ah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i prefer black or brown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reborn is to straighten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;layer to make it thiner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i bet you SHAVE yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you tied them into pony tail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;XDXDXD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wah lau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no lah i cannot ponytail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHHAHAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;too short&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU EAT THEM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;k just kidding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YUCK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't even reach ah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hhhahahahh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't dare pluck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;scared pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EWWW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SICKO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;XDXDXD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAAHHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you eat YOURS?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DONT EAT THEM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;must put wasabi on it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nicer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ewww&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you sicko&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEITH WANT 2F OUTING says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wth la&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much difficulty, i managed to bold and italicize my words and hers. So yeah. Where's your morals, kid? Who the hell asked you to read? I'm laughing like i've never laughed before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-1410707364280457896?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/1410707364280457896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/1410707364280457896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-125320597522789459</id><published>2008-08-23T19:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T19:51:43.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weeeeeeee. Finally can play BattleOn. In less than half an hour, i've become a Level 7 Lycan! Why? Cause i got the Werewolf King to be my guest and fight with me! I got him cause now got some 4-way war in darkovia forest battlegrounds. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father still haven't called me about cathecism. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to watch "The Warlords" on DVD later. Mum also bought "Red Cliff". Yeah! Cool shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof that Were-King is my guest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SK_404FQqJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lG-mIRF7RzI/s1600-h/AQ-screenshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SK_404FQqJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lG-mIRF7RzI/s320/AQ-screenshot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237678478946510994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm wearing the Protector Armour and holding the freakishly cool Lycan Claw weapon. Ain't it awesome? Got it from fighting at the battlegrounds. XD. I think i'm addicted to the damn thing. Shit. I'm gonna continue playing!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-125320597522789459?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/125320597522789459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/125320597522789459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/weeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SK_404FQqJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lG-mIRF7RzI/s72-c/AQ-screenshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-2961988052519637793</id><published>2008-08-22T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:32:19.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are finally OVER!! AND, I GOT HIGHEST/2ND HIGHEST, ALONG WITH JIE HAN, FOR ENGLISH COMPRE!! 29 OUT OF 40!! Yeah! But i failed Geog. No big surprise, really. 14 out of 40. Stupid Chong Han, when asked to write a continent, wrote "North Asia". Malvick even better. Put, instead of Mandai, what, Mumbai, when asked to name an Agro-tech park. Still can ask, "Eh, where is Mumbai ah?" Speaking of him, the entire class got many names for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 and 2006 (primary 5 and 6) - zz boy (sissy boy)&lt;br /&gt;2007 (sec 1) - Despot (Despo guy, basically)&lt;br /&gt;2008 (sec 2) - Poseur (Poser, french accent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=13]Joel.Y[/c][c=11]Sprite VS 7 Up[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;[c=13]Joel.Y[/c][c=11]Sprite VS 7 Up[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;even though&lt;br /&gt;[c=13]Joel.Y[/c][c=11]Sprite VS 7 Up[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;i am so mean to him&lt;br /&gt;[c=13]Joel.Y[/c][c=11]Sprite VS 7 Up[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;he still wnt hang out&lt;br /&gt;[c=13]Joel.Y[/c][c=11]Sprite VS 7 Up[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;wtj!?!?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;Poseur what&lt;br /&gt;[c=13]Joel.Y[/c][c=11]Sprite VS 7 Up[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;[c=13]Joel.Y[/c][c=11]Sprite VS 7 Up[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;if i were him&lt;br /&gt;[c=13]Joel.Y[/c][c=11]Sprite VS 7 Up[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dont talk to me already&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an ass, just a kid. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;why not?&lt;br /&gt;[c=13]Joel.Y[/c][c=11]Sprite VS 7 Up[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;cos&lt;br /&gt;[c=13]Joel.Y[/c][c=11]Sprite VS 7 Up[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont like backstabbers&lt;br /&gt;[c=13]Joel.Y[/c][c=11]Sprite VS 7 Up[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;[c=13]Joel.Y[/c][c=11]Sprite VS 7 Up[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;he is a poseur&lt;br /&gt;[c=13]Joel.Y[/c][c=11]Sprite VS 7 Up[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;so must rikimaru him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-2961988052519637793?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/2961988052519637793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/2961988052519637793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/exams-are-finally-over-and-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-5767852394524806227</id><published>2008-08-20T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:34:53.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt; crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream crackers are effective heart-healers. Have some the next time you're heart-broken. Stupid, yes, but effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so utterly devastated that even jumping down a plane parachute-less from way up high above can't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran out of cream crackers. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't cry, can i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-5767852394524806227?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5767852394524806227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5767852394524806227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-like-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-5902906305585704159</id><published>2008-08-17T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:21:06.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4th post. Seems like i'll be posting using my phone in the future. Speaking of phone, do NOT sms and/or call me AT ALL. Only at 10.30pm, earliest. Mum's confisicating my phone, but i can't do without my one and only alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olympics. Yeah, we might have lost the gold, but, hey, on the bright side, we clinched silver and made it to the finals. Fighting with the chinese was pretty honourable, i guess. They deserved the gold and korea deserved the bronze. I've never been so proud. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't watch badminton finals, but i think lee chong wei lost. Ah well, this year's olympic games are amazing. Don't mind joining fencing or shooting. Either those, or badminton. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta sleep now. Exams are tomorrow, so wish me luck! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-5902906305585704159?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5902906305585704159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5902906305585704159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/4th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-5924432768537419929</id><published>2008-08-16T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:12:18.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No meeting today. Neither did i study much today, even though exams are, what, 2 days away. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, dad's birthday today. The cake was superly AWESOME. Unfortunately, i am not able to post the pictures here. At least, not YET. I got pictures of it in my phone and camera, though. It looks like the Bird's Nest Stadium, with chocolate as the steel beams. It was nice, and fruity, in particular (very lame, i know. Hahahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editing and publishing was from phone. Cause mum turned the internet off before i could publish it. Ah well, at least i made it and did not have to retype everything, 2 minutes before tomorrow. THANK YOU, AUTOSAVE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro gave me a shock while writing this. !@$%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-5924432768537419929?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5924432768537419929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5924432768537419929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-meeting-today.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-6788806387785788076</id><published>2008-08-15T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:43:41.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mum don't allow me use com now. So i 2nd time posting from phone. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was the same. After school me and malvick buy ice-cream. I ordered first but stupid malvick took. So i ordered AGAIN. Waited for damn long lah. He never even say sorry. At least he paid for himself lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About cathecism, i got an earful from Father Luke. He also guai-lan my mum and vice versa. Mum guai-lan him back. Haha. Now he confirming with Father Joe, the Asian one. If bo-bian i going to RCIY.. Zzz. So either way, wish me luck. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks. Exams are coming. Next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Singapore Table Tennis team going into FINALS! Woo! If we win it'll be our FIRST GOLD MEDAL! Yeah! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-6788806387785788076?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/6788806387785788076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/6788806387785788076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-was-same.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-7958204065354989786</id><published>2008-08-14T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T15:32:42.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today PE. Played dodgeball. In the tennis court. Yeah anyway, 2nd last round, all the ball zham my friends until solo play. Cause i dodged all the balls that were thrown at me. Yeah, stop laughing. Then, since i'm such a sucky catcher, i didn't get any of them back. Got hit in the end. BY JARYL. I'm like, "WTH!?" and my friends were like, "Ohmygod James, you suck! Get hit by JARYL someore!" I managed to do 2 damn zhai dodges, though. First one. Lionel threw the ball at my head, i bent forward, the ball zham my hair but it doesn't count. Second one was when someone threw at me. I turned, and my hand was like apart from my body such that it forms a hole and the ball went through it. Want to see how it was like just ask the next time i meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw my brother at the lift there. He was wearing some charity run shirt. At the back were 3 faces. 1 is bush(if i'm not wrong, it wasn't very clear), 2nd one was the hairspray girl(the fat one) and the last was Mas Selamat. Yeah. Under bush says "I run for presidency". I do not know the hairspray one. Mas Selamat's was "I run for my life". Hahaha. I want that shirt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents stopped quarelling. At last, they finally stopped. I can sleep peacefully, alone in my room without my mum there. Haha. Ok i shall not be that bad, this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-7958204065354989786?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/7958204065354989786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/7958204065354989786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-pe.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-2369365348597390115</id><published>2008-08-12T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:44:12.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah! Finally managed to log into blogger and post this, all from my phone's GPRS service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano exam today. Pieces were well, screwed up a little here and there, but managed to skim through everything. Did a lot better in scales and sight reading and aural than i had originally expected, amazingly. I guess it is possible to pass even when i expect to fail. Came unprepared then chiong-ed all the way till today. The examiner looked kind and lenient, so hopefully he will give me a pass. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Nic Cheang for being the, what, only friend to wish me luck. Haha. Nah i don't blame the rest of you so don't feel bad, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me 8 minutes typing all these out from my phone. Somehow, although my thumb is the one pressing the keys, it's my index and little finger which grip the phone that's numb. Ah well, tomorrow gotta wake up early for school. Oh, and malvick, stop tagging like the ineducated piece of crap you are, will you? PLEASE, MATURE. GROW UP. TYPE LIKE A PROPER ADULT, FOR GOD'S SAKE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-2369365348597390115?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/2369365348597390115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/2369365348597390115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeah-finally-managed-to-log-into.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-7498623274976335474</id><published>2008-08-11T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:24:57.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chalet was nice. First day not many people came. So i went back. Besides, i have the piano thingy on Sunday so it'll be more convenient this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, after exam rehearsal thingy came back. Blah blah blah, did alot of crap. Played played played. Then ate cake, in celebration for Jia En and Jia Hao's grandmother's birthday and my dad's birthday in advance. Slept overnight there. Mum called me kuai-lan me.  She doesn't even care about my own interest lah. She expects me to, what, study study study like shit. Someore, we know we going to fail piano exam she still ask us to practice. Sianzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in Chuan Wei and Chuan Yang's house. They quarelling.. Zzzz. I'm gonna get damn screwed by my mum tonight. TT_TT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-7498623274976335474?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/7498623274976335474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/7498623274976335474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/chalet-was-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-6374641263445058203</id><published>2008-08-09T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T16:46:06.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olympic games opening ceremony was BEAUTIFUL. Later 11pm, if i'm not wrong, got encore telecast. Singapore's flag carried by Li Jia Wei. Last few countries. China's flag carried by Yao Ming, and beside him got this boy damn cute follow him because he saved 2 of his friend's lives in the Szechuan earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later going NDP overview. Then chalet. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ch-z5s2JabY&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/ch-z5s2JabY&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;For those who failed their history on Singapore. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-6374641263445058203?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/6374641263445058203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/6374641263445058203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-games-opening-ceremony-was.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-3286195933742150908</id><published>2008-08-08T17:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:26:30.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School. Morning assembly, Ronald gave commands. Dear God, you can't hear his commands properly seh. No contingents. Only Flag-Bearers. Sediya that time all also bang the feet. Pledge. All mimic Ronald's way of saying. Like damn sharp, not draggy like that. Then got this guy he sing school song damn kuai-lan. The last part of it he sing damn loud and out-of-tune. After that, a skit was played commemorating national day. Mr. Kwok acted as a Japanese commander threatening the Singaporeans. Then Sergeant Nicholas Koh came in with the dummy M-16 rifle as a Japanese soldier. And they fired away, with sound effects. Mr. Kwok's voice is damn funny. He is damn cool lah, seriously. Showed the Malaya and Singapore riots. Teoh Yong was like, fight fight, all walk away, he walk walk, suddenly fall act dead. Stupid. Saint John's came in and carried him away. Mr. Ganesh acted as a history teacher, teaching people including Mr. Paul Leong, who was wearing Lower Sec Marist uniform!! Damn cool. They talked about the modern learning, with students having MacBooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can watch unhealthy things in your MacBook" - Mr.Ganesh&lt;br /&gt;Walks to Mr. Leong's MacBook.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh dear, it gets worse. It's pictures of men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally AWESOME, today. Never been this proud to be a Marist. Moreover, art teacher Mrs. Roche was in one of the videos, due to be released tomorrow. She is the only teacher in that entire video cast. So we got the video first-hand. I'm so proud XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie. Changed to jeans and NCC Camp FEAST shirt, look damn weird, but people stare at me because got NCC crest XD. Met Alex and Poh Ann queued for tickets. Me and Malvick bought Malvick's birthday present(2 pink shoelaces for only $3) at minitoons. Alex went to change. She was, like, the only girl there. Poh Ann and Malvick trying to suan me. Go walk so fast, leave me and Alex alone, like WTH. She kena leg cramp twice during movie. Movie was awesome, too. "The Mummy: Tomb Of The Dragon Emperor". Walking back that time saw Alex's friends. They thought i was some Jeremy guy from her church, which i'm not. Tried to get their facts right but they don't believe. Knn. Kena suan like hell by them lah. Stalkers. Yeah, in the end Alex told them i was not Jeremy, and neither were the other 2. Lol.. She is just too damn suay today lah. Hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-3286195933742150908?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3286195933742150908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3286195933742150908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/school.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-1397800550480241609</id><published>2008-08-07T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:02:45.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Piano exam: 12th August. Common Test 2: 18 August. Time to finish all my homework: 8 August. TOMORROW!!! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT. So much homework to be done in so little time. Damn. Ah well, gonna choingzx, first time in my life. I always do last minute one. Now bo-bian. Shit. Malvick, your fault. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shitzx. Parents still not getting along well. Moreover, my dad's birthday is coming soon. The badness of the case is unexplainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head banging still ain't cool, FYI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-1397800550480241609?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/1397800550480241609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/1397800550480241609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/piano-exam-12th-august.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-8427429422862481352</id><published>2008-08-06T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:01:40.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Congrats to the newest batch of part a Bends &amp; Hitches team! Erm... Ian, Brandon, Kenko and the last one i don't know. Shit. Yeah anyway congratulations to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to do back splicing!! W00ts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm yeah. Nothing extroadinary happened today. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SJm8ZcccvBI/AAAAAAAAABU/D_tgFWMerqg/s1600-h/Hitlerbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SJm8ZcccvBI/AAAAAAAAABU/D_tgFWMerqg/s320/Hitlerbaby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231419587485809682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Hitler!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SJm8ZaGOTFI/AAAAAAAAABc/KWTmgNd6F_M/s1600-h/afraidofcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SJm8ZaGOTFI/AAAAAAAAABc/KWTmgNd6F_M/s320/afraidofcakes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231419586855717970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of cakes!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SJm8ZfDl_jI/AAAAAAAAABk/S8sMonrBqK4/s1600-h/bicycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SJm8ZfDl_jI/AAAAAAAAABk/S8sMonrBqK4/s320/bicycle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231419588186865202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Now you know what i do in my free time on the computer XD*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-8427429422862481352?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8427429422862481352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8427429422862481352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/congrats-to-newest-batch-of-part-bends.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SJm8ZcccvBI/AAAAAAAAABU/D_tgFWMerqg/s72-c/Hitlerbaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-5528846971920404585</id><published>2008-08-05T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:49:17.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blood test today! Cause NCC got this don't know what crap thingy that requires us to tell them our blood type. A, B, AB or O. That one. Unfortunately, my health booklet nor my birth certificate mentioned it. So i had to walk to Sterling Clinic to get the blood sent to the lab. Waited for a freakishly long 2 hours. Fell asleep on the chair in the clinic for half an hour. Woke up, still ain't my turn yet. They should seriously get some other faster way. Anyway, they took my blood and I went home. Costed $20 just for taking of 3 tablespoons of blood (of course they did not DIG out the blood from my flesh, DUH.), sending the vial of blood to the lab, examine and call back to tell the results. The doctor put a lot of alcohol though, hardly felt anything. Trust me, asking your friend to poke his or her fingernail onto your vein is more painful than that. Hand is feeling slightly numb now. Yeah, I need the results by wednesday but the earliest thay can give it is on thursday. I don't even know why the NCC needs to know our blood type, really. Ain't donating, that's the good news. For me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shermaine!! Why you bang your head for!? Don't do silly things! Find it FUN someore! Lol. You are very, very, VERY weird. Ahembecomingemo-ishahem. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-5528846971920404585?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5528846971920404585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5528846971920404585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/blood-test-today-cause-ncc-got-this.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-3005869370463499166</id><published>2008-08-03T17:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:33:51.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Retreat today was damn meaningful. It was awesome, despite the fact that we ended, what, 1 and a half hours earlier than expected. Yes. That early. But the event was still awesome. Very nice, very beautiful, very meaningful. After event, passed Shermaine the damn birthday present which was like... 2 months 6 days old. Hanging behind my door. Mum always nagged at me about it. FINALLY OUT OF MY DAMN LIFE!! YES!! Ahemahem.. moving on.. Later got dinner with badminton friends. Sad lah, Jia Hao and family not coming sia.. Zzzz. Damn sian. As usual. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What-I-wanted-to-post-yesterday-but-can't-because-dad-offed-the-internet-before-I-could-publish-it: Not my family's day. Bro just ran 17(seventeen)km cause coach forced him too. And he didn't get anything back. So he was like damn sad. Parents quarelled. And my crush just totally broke my damned heart. Don't wanna talk about it. Got over it a little. Yeah.. Listen to Mariah Carey's Bye Bye in my playlist thing. Very nice. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-3005869370463499166?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3005869370463499166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/3005869370463499166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/retreat-today-was-damn-meaningful.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-8788898378446559299</id><published>2008-08-02T19:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T19:19:52.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMFG!! THE BLACK KNIGHTS JUST FLEW PAST MY HDB FLAT!!! OMG!!! HERE THEY COME AGAIN!!! THEY ARE SO DAMN COOL SIA!!! OMG OMG OMG OMG!! DAMN COOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored as hell, now that they are gone. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-8788898378446559299?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8788898378446559299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/8788898378446559299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/omfg-black-knights-just-flew-past-my.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-5584739327806662921</id><published>2008-08-02T18:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T19:35:29.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Viva La Vida says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fwweeeeeeeeeak UUUUUU !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you'll burn this city down with stars and stripes- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no thanks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coffee, then?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you'll burn this city down with stars and stripes- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what, white or black coffee?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or normal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you'll burn this city down with stars and stripes- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;normal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;white coffee is the one i always drink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sugar? milk? both?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you'll burn this city down with stars and stripes- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you'll burn this city down with stars and stripes- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn lame, i know. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, at least she drinks faster than she eats. I hope. Fillet-O-Fish rocks! (Damn random, i know). Meeting today was.. AMAZING! FIRST TIME IN SO LONG WE GOT FULL ATTENDANCE SIA!! Keep up the good work! I'm so proud.. =) In fact, i even tried to tell Shermaine about it, in a different and, i guess, stupid way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Viva La Vida says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh ya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guess what happened in meeting today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you'll burn this city down with stars and stripes- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you'll burn this city down with stars and stripes- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nick farted?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nick cheang broke his chair after he sat on it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you'll burn this city down with stars and stripes- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you'll burn this city down with stars and stripes- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you'll burn this city down with stars and stripes- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so cool!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you'll burn this city down with stars and stripes- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stupid bitch@&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you'll burn this city down with stars and stripes- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wah sey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;relack lah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no lah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;actually today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;full attendance for damn long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you'll burn this city down with stars and stripes- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you'll burn this city down with stars and stripes- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good what.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if nick cheang broke his chair i would've told you when i came online&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you'll burn this city down with stars and stripes- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okayu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you'll burn this city down with stars and stripes- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so he didn't break his chair?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you'll burn this city down with stars and stripes- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sadly enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledgements and Apologies to Nick Cheang AKA ballzx(boss) AKA fats AKA blubber =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-5584739327806662921?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5584739327806662921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5584739327806662921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/viva-la-vida-says-fwweeeeeeeeeak-uuuuuu.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-1553038281939813775</id><published>2008-08-01T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:42:59.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Training today was... Slacker than usual. For me that is. Cause we learned new knots for B&amp;H. Us 4 who went for last year's competition. Me, Zephan, Justin and Jun Cong. Yeah. Ren Yang is cool man. And so is Nick Koh. Ren Yang teaches fast but is quite serious. Nick Koh is slow but he is fun-loving. We did 20 push-ups only while the rest were doing drills. Was trying out how to do back splicing. My rope frayed like shit. Till it LOOKED like shit. So everytime i asked to clarify i will ask,"Sergeant, mine look like shit leh. Correct anot?" and they would reply,"Shit? You mean your mum?". And the entire thing made up of many "Your mum"s. Tried to be kuai-lan. Everytime they say "shit" i said "yes? you called me?". You get the joke, i hope. Then after that orienteering. Ran non-stop for the 2.4km route and more. Realised orienteering, not as easy as i thought. B&amp;H is good enough, though. Will tryout for marksmanship competition. Can't wait to see Part A B&amp;H team. =) By the way, Shermaine is UTTERLY AMAZING when it comes to food. She took 3 hours to finish her food yesterday! Yeah, but don't bully her. That's my job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-1553038281939813775?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/1553038281939813775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/1553038281939813775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/training-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-5724026015016135315</id><published>2008-07-29T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:45:25.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was really bored, and my blog posts are apparently "outdated", as Malvick would say. Damn him. Anyway, this is a nice song, it's in my playlist music box thing, so you can sing along to the lyrics here. So yeah. Enjoy. =) This is Viva La Vida, by Coldplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;I used to rule the world&lt;br /&gt;Seas would rise when I gave the word&lt;br /&gt;Now in the morning I sweep alone&lt;br /&gt;Sweep the streets I used to own&lt;br /&gt;I used to roll the dice&lt;br /&gt;Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes&lt;br /&gt;Listen as the crowd would sing:&lt;br /&gt;"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"&lt;br /&gt;One minute I held the key&lt;br /&gt;Next the walls were closed on me&lt;br /&gt;And I discovered that my castles stand&lt;br /&gt;Upon pillars of salt, pillars of sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing &lt;br /&gt;Roman Cavalry choirs are singing&lt;br /&gt;Be my mirror my sword and shield&lt;br /&gt;My missionaries in a foreign field&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;Once you go there was never, never an honest word&lt;br /&gt;That was when I ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the wicked and wild wind&lt;br /&gt;Blew down the doors to let me in.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered windows and the sound of drums&lt;br /&gt;People could not believe what I'd become&lt;br /&gt;Revolutionaries Wait&lt;br /&gt;For my head on a silver plate&lt;br /&gt;Just a puppet on a lonely string &lt;br /&gt;Oh who would ever want to be king?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing &lt;br /&gt;Roman Cavalry choirs are singing&lt;br /&gt;Be my mirror my sword and shield&lt;br /&gt;My missionaries in a foreign field&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;I know Saint Peter will call my name&lt;br /&gt;Never an honest word&lt;br /&gt;But that was when I ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ooooh Oooh Oooh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing&lt;br /&gt;Roman Cavalry choirs are singing&lt;br /&gt;Be my mirror my sword and shield&lt;br /&gt;My missionaries in a foreign field&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;I know Saint Peter will call my name&lt;br /&gt;Never an honest word&lt;br /&gt;But that was when I ruled the world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-5724026015016135315?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5724026015016135315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/5724026015016135315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/07/was-really-bored-and-my-blog-posts-are.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-702901053689269118.post-1753447990189760260</id><published>2008-07-17T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:36:43.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BACK FROM SEC 2 CAMP!! FINALLY!! Sorry for posting at this time, but i slept just now, ate, did some crap and now, this. Oh ya by the way, i'm currently trying to log into studywiz while blogging but i can't. Somehow. Whatever. Lousy eportal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of camp. School, as usual. Didn't wear my house T-shirt, so i wore NCC PT Kit instead. Ate lunch, saw Sergeants Ren Yang and Kai En there. Then we went hiking at Pulau Ubin. Nothing there. We were waiting for teachers before we went back to main land. Apparently, the teachers were eating durian! Damn evil. Ate dinner. Did... I can't remember the night activity. Supper. Slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day. Ate breakfast. Morning "un-vigorous" PT. Did a lot of push-ups in one shot. Not that i can't do, though. Went orienteering. Corporal benjamin cheong took my team (consisting of Me Christian Marvin and Li Jie. Yes. All NCC with one exception). Got 7 clues, 2nd or 3rd place. Parred with another team. Winner is Sergeant Kai En's team with 12 clues. After lunch went rock climbing and abseiling. Managed to do abseiling, with some.. embarrassing moments. Won't like to share. Yeah then ate dinner. Did night walk. Was quite fun. Hard to explain lah. And too lazy. Then supper and then slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day (last day) Ate breakfast. No morning PT this time. Went Mt. Faber hiking. Nothing much. Went home. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/702901053689269118-1753447990189760260?l=jellymyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/1753447990189760260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/702901053689269118/posts/default/1753447990189760260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellymyear.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-from-sec-2-camp-finally-sorry-for.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Jeremiah Lui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109213321984593104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iWeR2MMSSCw/SHjKQJ5FXYI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDMiahXq6IM/S220/sh3n%27s+dog.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
