<?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-32717907</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:58:07.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny awaits...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-1114891728789923072</id><published>2009-03-24T03:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:06:41.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One last thing to say here</title><content type='html'>Watch &lt;em&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-1114891728789923072?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/1114891728789923072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/1114891728789923072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-last-thing-to-say-here.html' title='One last thing to say here'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-7842496546102370428</id><published>2009-01-29T10:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:22:36.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the east, to the west.</title><content type='html'>This post, as you have already seen (or will soon realise) is uncommonly long, for the reason that today i felt like writing, the same way we take a walk outside when we feel like fresh air. Err do you do that? Anyhow, if you find that some upcoming paragraphs end earlier than one would expect them to, it is not because i have been depleted of content, it is simply a poetic finishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent chinese new year was fun, even if i didn't eat as much as usual. I didn't play with fire crackers this time as i got distracted. Aiya. Next year i will. I want to see big fireworks again, the large ball flower types, and i want to stand under them as they light the sky. A different experience. China!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of working at Starbucks amuses me. I think it's a pretty cool job because the working culture there is next generation. The staff working at a Starbucks franchise are "partners", the longest of orders are taken by memory, and knowledge of the myriad of roasts is required, by every one of the staff. I know not of anywhere else which operates in a manner as such. There are still a lot of other pretty cool things about Starbucks. And all this impression is no thanks to a Rover friend of mine - the one and only one who's a coffee connoisseur. Bleah i will not work at Starbucks! Actually i don't they would take me either hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS BMT is coming soon for me. SJI classmates who've already enlisted have told me it's fairly easy, others have told me components of the training aren't. Strangely it's the slacker ones who find it easy. I have this mischievious feeling that i'm going to like BMT *chuckles*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cousin of mine. He is young.&lt;br /&gt;This nephew of mine. He is young.&lt;br /&gt;This nephew is the son of the eldest sister of this cousin. Five years of difference between this cousin and this nephew.&lt;br /&gt;To uncle or not to uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this cousin. A different cousin. Who i think is a romantic. HAHA. Come to think of  it, two of them are romantics. Double haha. Note that i actually like people who are romantics, i laugh just because it's funny to think that they are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time after an already late ending for a campfire and a later night at mac's and a latest chatting outside mac's for quite awhile after it closed, i was convinced to play DotA after i got home. On hindsight, i also 0.0 when i think of it. This guy - another Rover haiz - is considerably insanely knowlegeable about the game mechanics and team dynamics of DotA. That such people exist was obvious. That they are actually people i know was surprising. DotA connoisseurs.&lt;br /&gt;Gaming is a cycle. Like it, get bored, then like it again. Vicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz's ballads are nice. I did not know that &lt;em&gt;Lucky&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;You and I Both&lt;/em&gt; were his songs. Until i searched them up because they were nice, realised who the artiste was, and now the songs are even nicer. &lt;em&gt;I'm Yours&lt;/em&gt; was the first song of his i liked, but i've heard it too often already. It's the "too much of a good thing" kind of thing. But i still like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragonball is going to become a movie. Why is Goku an american?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-7842496546102370428?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/7842496546102370428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/7842496546102370428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-east-to-west.html' title='To the east, to the west.'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-3378104043239244325</id><published>2008-12-19T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:26:44.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip overseas to somewhere local</title><content type='html'>I'm back! From... somewhere. Somewhere which i can't mention not because i've forgotten but because i'm not supposed to have been there. So don't scribble on the internet where i've been. Please. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-3378104043239244325?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/3378104043239244325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/3378104043239244325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/12/trip-overseas-to-somewhere-local.html' title='A trip overseas to somewhere local'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-6078056510981890339</id><published>2008-11-05T17:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:21:30.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Remember remember&lt;br /&gt;The 5th of November&lt;br /&gt;The gunpowder treason and plot&lt;br /&gt;I can see no reason&lt;br /&gt;Why the gunpowder treason&lt;br /&gt;Should ever be forgot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-6078056510981890339?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6078056510981890339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6078056510981890339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/11/v.html' title='V'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-8860663827733632350</id><published>2008-10-31T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:00:35.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking news.</title><content type='html'>I'm studying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-8860663827733632350?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/8860663827733632350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/8860663827733632350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/10/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking news.'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-5581987369260850647</id><published>2008-10-24T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T00:19:52.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=o</title><content type='html'>Watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5eaGZLyWiBg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, and you decide how to react.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-5581987369260850647?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5581987369260850647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5581987369260850647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/10/factorial.html' title='=o'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-6288556636226883620</id><published>2008-10-22T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:10:51.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lolcats</title><content type='html'>I can has cheeseburgerz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh what is type post out already then the window suddenly close? No saved draft somemore. Boogers. Lol oh well here it goes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's birthday was earlier this month, and my mum's came 10 days after. My entire family belongs to the last quarter of the year. My dad, mum, sis, bro, grandma and i. Three more in Nov, one in Dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's overseas now so my sis and i had gone to TP on the day to get my mum's cake to surprise her. My dad had messaged us and said must get a big cake! Haha luckily Eirene had told me that day that Crystal Jade's cakes were nice, and after 8.30pm got 40% discount. So actually we wanted to surprise my mum, but then we also wanted a real nice cake, so got dilemma. Then my sis and i realised (or just thought =/) that my mum wouldn't have been surprised because she's our mum, sure know one. Haha especially with previous years' experience. We chose to go home to tell her that we've got to wait till 8.30pm, but we'll get her a much nicer cake. She was quite puzzled about which bakery the cake was going to be from though. Lol anyway, my mum's birthday strawberry cheesecake was nice. Zai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mrs Toh finished going through her morning session quite fast. 1.5 hours out of the usual 2. Record time. I think she made this timing only once before at the first supplementary where the students present numbered in the few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee was having consultation with Shannon in the afternoon and then towards the end i started shooting questions about career again. Haha interruption! Then we discussed the sky and spoke about the ground and i ended up learning quite a lot from Mr Lee with regards to starting off after uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on i spoke to Eirene and focused on one part of the conversation until i forgot another part. Lol the goldfish-ness from her must be rubbing off on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then don't know why but Zhi Hua was in school today. When i asked him why he said, "don't tell you." Wah lame ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-6288556636226883620?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6288556636226883620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6288556636226883620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/10/lolcats.html' title='lolcats'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-8773974511619422614</id><published>2008-10-17T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T16:17:08.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A hello to you</title><content type='html'>Standing in the balcony in the evening is very nice. I like.&lt;br /&gt;I also like pretzels.&lt;br /&gt;And having more free time in recent days to do study during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a positive mindset invariably leads to success. Whether you think you can or you cannot, either way you're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sow a thought, reap an act.&lt;br /&gt;Sow an act, reap a habit.&lt;br /&gt;Sow a habit, reap a character.&lt;br /&gt;Sow a character, reap a destiny.&lt;br /&gt;-Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has indeed been smiley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-8773974511619422614?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/8773974511619422614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/8773974511619422614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello.html' title='A hello to you'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-6024927904245819999</id><published>2008-10-13T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:46:00.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is evening. Stand in your balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the wind on the skin of your face. It is gentle - a soft breeze, so easy not to notice, but it is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have the setting sun shining upon your face, then lucky you.&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, face it, and feel the radiant warmth of its rays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-6024927904245819999?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6024927904245819999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6024927904245819999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-is-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-6487910147002539580</id><published>2008-10-03T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:02:53.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XP</title><content type='html'>Watch and smile with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PJRkAlRDuJI&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/PJRkAlRDuJI&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/32717907-6487910147002539580?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6487910147002539580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6487910147002539580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/10/xp.html' title='XP'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-59067380677352816</id><published>2008-10-01T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T07:33:59.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Children's Day!</title><content type='html'>You don't stop playing because you've grown old, you grow old because you've stopped playing. Keep playing, and enjoy yourself too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-59067380677352816?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/59067380677352816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/59067380677352816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-childrens-day.html' title='Happy Children&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-4010311941528335368</id><published>2008-09-28T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:12:25.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky</title><content type='html'>Haiz looks like Massa's not going to get his first, or even a podium finish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-4010311941528335368?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/4010311941528335368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/4010311941528335368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/09/unlucky.html' title='Unlucky'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-6776747483985867682</id><published>2008-09-27T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T18:04:33.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL OMGWTFBBQ</title><content type='html'>I've succumbed to a reality which i previously refused to recognise.&lt;br /&gt;SMSes are cumbersome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant they are, of course, in being a convenient way of leaving messages. It's quick and easy for the sender, accessible anytime for the recipient.&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to having conversations via SMSes, wah they're cumbersome alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it's a slow mode of communication. Tortoise slow.&lt;br /&gt;Messages aren't always read soon upon reception. Time to reply is also needed. Sometimes the SMSes even lag in transit. Something which takes a normal speaking conversation 2.5 minutes to convey can take 1 hour for SMS to get across. Damn, that's watching grass grow kind of slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So SMSes are good if i want to drop you some details which would otherwise require you to get pen and paper to write it down. They're good if i want to disseminate information to multiple parties. They're good if i've got some cool fancy message that i want to share. And they're fair enough if you want a short, unhurried, one-message reply. The rest of their benefits... are really quite questionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversely, calls are virtually immediate, establish better understanding, and are definitely more human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calls pwn sms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you've got stuff to tell me, if you can, give me a call. I'd like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go read the title of the post before this one. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-6776747483985867682?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6776747483985867682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6776747483985867682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/09/lol-omgwtfbbq.html' title='LOL OMGWTFBBQ'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-2037821912200429572</id><published>2008-09-20T15:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:47:55.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoo!</title><content type='html'>Life is simple&lt;br /&gt;So take it slow&lt;br /&gt;Smooth and easy&lt;br /&gt;Go with the flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opportunity's abound&lt;br /&gt;Ev'rywhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;Abundant is bliss&lt;br /&gt;Claim yours, persist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, get off my blog&lt;br /&gt;Time's a-wasting&lt;br /&gt;Start your legacy&lt;br /&gt;Destiny's waiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-2037821912200429572?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/2037821912200429572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/2037821912200429572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/09/shoo.html' title='Shoo!'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-952220058796408645</id><published>2008-09-08T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:40:51.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funfair</title><content type='html'>Prelims are quite AAARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two thirds of it is somewhat like the roller coaster AAARGH! - rather exciting really - and the remaining bit is the kind of AAARGH! you can get from a haunted house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's all good, earnest fun until one realises that these result in quite a bit of queasiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my parents find out what i've produced is vomit, that's when the &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; AAARGH! is going to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha kidding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-952220058796408645?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/952220058796408645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/952220058796408645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/09/funfair.html' title='Funfair'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-2564936973336707189</id><published>2008-08-10T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:34:40.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOM!</title><content type='html'>The opening ceremony of the Beijing Olympics was unbelievable! If the closing ceremony is of equal awe, the British are finished. They can just forgo holding an opening ceremony for London Olympics 2012 and save themselves some extra pocket money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-2564936973336707189?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/2564936973336707189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/2564936973336707189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/08/boom.html' title='BOOM!'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-3652580213194413472</id><published>2008-08-10T03:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T08:33:19.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is where it begins. The 5-year plan.</title><content type='html'>I was pondering, and i realised that i got lots of stuff i want to do while in uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Make a list!"&lt;/b&gt; a deep, almighty voice with surround sound power commanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to listen to myself just this once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the year 2011 onwards i want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011&lt;br /&gt;- Go relief teaching before uni.&lt;br /&gt;- Get into an enjoyable uni course.&lt;br /&gt;- Participate in World Jamboree 2011 Sweden.&lt;br /&gt;- Learn how to rollerblade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012&lt;br /&gt;- Learn taichiquan.&lt;br /&gt;- Achieve the Explorer.&lt;br /&gt;- Collaborate with the District's Rovers, especially GES's.&lt;br /&gt;- Do the Unit Leader Training Induction Course.&lt;br /&gt;- Do 3-STAR Kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2013&lt;br /&gt;- Achieve the Voyager&lt;br /&gt;- Get onto the National Rover Round Table.&lt;br /&gt;- Do the Unit Leader Training Basic Course.&lt;br /&gt;- Travel to Brownsea Island and Gilwell Park.&lt;br /&gt;- Finish my belated NYAA Gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2014&lt;br /&gt;- Achieve the Pathfinder.&lt;br /&gt;- Get onto the National Rover Council.&lt;br /&gt;- Do the Unit Leader Training Advanced Course.&lt;br /&gt;- Do 4-STAR Kayaking (River) overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2015&lt;br /&gt;- Graduate with honours, 1st class.&lt;br /&gt;- Participate in World Jamboree 2015 Japan.&lt;br /&gt;- Achieve the Baden Powell Award.&lt;br /&gt;- Become an Adult Leader with the Group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update when changes come to mind. This post was created on 07-08-08.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-3652580213194413472?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/3652580213194413472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/3652580213194413472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-how-it-begins.html' title='This is where it begins. The 5-year plan.'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-6600058052476146481</id><published>2008-08-06T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T09:32:33.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edelweiss</title><content type='html'>Cheryl, Jane and Madeline made it into the finals for the FFF GC competition, something which was apparently quite unexpected for the CJ math dept. So some of us went down to Meridian JC to say hello and to scream wooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, the first aid J1s gave us a farewell in school. Nice to see them one more time, along with the rest of the other J2s. Much of the effort for the farewell was from Mdm Mary Goh, who's one jovial teacher. She even got a book for each of us, with a personal farewell messages on the first page. I'm glad that she's glad with the bronze we got her. Byebye FA Club, though we still got one last duty session to serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played frogger while crossing the overhead bridge after that. Lol we were already slightly late somemore. Charlene and Fenghui were the ones who started it. So why mention this trivial activity now?&lt;br /&gt;Because this time there was this caucasian middle aged guy that was on the bridge too, who really couldn't hide his amusement at 18 year olds trying to play an arcade game in the real world. Fenghui was obstructing his way at one point of time and when she turned to apologise, he looked as though he had this laugh which was really dying to burst out from within his mouth, and that it was all he could do to keep his lips pursed.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha agony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Benjamin again because he came to join us after the FFF GC competition at white sands. I was told by Shu Ann that supposedly guys don't like to eat pineapples and girls do. But she doesn't and i do.&lt;br /&gt;Oh? 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home while walking i heard a foreign but familiar language. Hainanese! Do you have any idea how rare it is to find another of my kind? I would have ran right over and hugged the man if not for the fact that he was busily rattling away on the phone. He's probably some distant uncle or relative or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important hainanese phrase: "lat lat pak tu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day Zhihua planted the spores of growth, under the sneaky guise of project TAUSAR.&lt;br /&gt;Live fungi, and let thyself flourish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was watching &lt;em&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/em&gt; when i got home. He fell sick too so he came home early from work.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's slighty strange that i call my dad "papa" but call my mum "mummy". Ya definitely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-6600058052476146481?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6600058052476146481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6600058052476146481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/08/cheryl-jane-and-madeline-made-it-into.html' title='Edelweiss'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-7424887961427096315</id><published>2008-08-05T10:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:35:13.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X:X</title><content type='html'>I have a fever. A small one, luckily. Left lessons early.&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl #2 got an early release too. Eh but then don't know of she's really sick or not. Mr Lee didn't come to school today and so Mrs Toh signed us out. The math teacher who was supposed to relieve Mr Lee's lesson came in two hours late, during our break, and she was bubbly apologetic about it. Hahaha. Not her fault la, because i think she was given the wrong information plus she would have had a clash of timetables if she did indeed get the correct time to turn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at any watch advertisement (the tick-tock analog type of watch).&lt;br /&gt;I'd suggest a magazine because it'll be the most convenient, TIME magazine because it'd be dumbfoundedly ridiculous if they named themselves that but didn't advertise some time-telling contraption.&lt;br /&gt;So, the time the watch in the advert tells will mystically be approximately 10:10.&lt;br /&gt;Lol well a friend of a friend of mine told my friend, who in turn told me, that the 10:10 time was so because that's when the inventor of the watch passed away, and so all watchmakers publicize this time in tribute to him, which i found fun to think of as a widespread hidden message, subliminally disseminated to all who chance upon the advertisement of a watch. Yay fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to check the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-7424887961427096315?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/7424887961427096315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/7424887961427096315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/08/xx.html' title='X:X'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-6192756509792589369</id><published>2008-08-04T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T06:51:27.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>Three is a magic number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first morning of the wonderfully crazy weekend began with the final leg of Project SPHERE. Move tables, arrange chairs, draw bingo cards, collect the food, go buy supplementary provisions... Then viola! Suddenly the lunch event was over. Mr Lee was walking around taking snapshots and i think he got a lame photo of me looking stone on the playground slide. I also got to meet a Benjamin *sniggers*.&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone went to KFC after that for a LATE lunch which brought &lt;em&gt;revelations&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strolled home to go bathe and change, then met only Ara and Ben at orchard mrt (because Shannon and Chaohao pangseh!) and walked over to Traders'.&lt;br /&gt;Quite astounding, that you can bump into quite a number of people at orchard road on a saturday, even if it's just a short stretch of road. Ran into Darrick Leow, Sean Lee and Amelia, and Ara saw an ex-hostelite.&lt;br /&gt;Then comes Venture Night 2008. Mm how can i describe it... Spectacular, for lack of a better word.&lt;br /&gt;SPECTACULAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;J1s, you are zai. 2nd time saying it. If only Kris and Kim were there, then we'd have a complete photo of the pelandok venture unit '08. Malcolm's leaving the venture unit to lead the rover one, and plonk we'll be right there with him again. Lol we're going to continue being pests to Steve.&lt;br /&gt;And during photo taking when the unit flag touched the floor, i told the adult leaders to knock it down in a moment of madness. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My awry bio clock woke me up at 8am even though i slept at 3am the night before. But it's good that the clock thinks i should wake up early. So wake up that time i was like wah tuition, must be on time, on time. Tuition's at 11am, so lie down again and half sleep until about 9am when i re-woke up.&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of my morning shower my phone wailed its sms alert and i secretly hoped that Kenneth wanted to postpone, something came up, and so see you next week! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;Well it was the bathroom i was in so i couldn't laugh maniacally or dance about, or check my phone for that matter. And so that meant that the next thing i had to do was to come out of the bathroom. This i promptly did, without breaking a sweat if i might add.&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that tuition got postponed to 1pm.  I'm satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;So back on my bed i went, nearly breaking a sweat this time. I woke up at 1.15pm, and the story for that i wrote last month, 2nd paragraph. It's &lt;a href="http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/youth-day.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you want to read it. One exception though, i didn't say anything at the end. I quietly pretended that i had been awake all along, just somewhere else at home doing something that made me busy. That worked fairly well, though i don't know if i fooled anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the evening my mum wanted to go for an "explorative walk", something which i really couldn't fathom to be possible in my neighbourhood of 18 years, hers of 20+ years. So i figured that indeed it would be a most challenging challenge worthy of questing upon that i can boast of if it were to be a success.&lt;br /&gt;So we began by wandering into the direction of potong pasir, which really isn't our neighbourhood anymore and is in fact another country. Luckily this time the opposition party didn't stop us to check our passports because we forgot to bring them. Before long we stood before St. Andrew's Village (junior college + secondary school + junior school, yes it truly is a village). I re-lived the feeling associated with my pre-JC days and i once more saw the quote on the wall of the JC building entrance that drew me so much to the place.&lt;br /&gt;"No one is here by chance."&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha i remember chuckling to myself when i saw it that evening. I still think it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;Then lo and behold, my mum and i got lost.&lt;br /&gt;Well technically one can't get lost in a small, signboarded Singapore, so okay we weren't lost - we were found. So my mum and i were found after crossing a highway (using an overhead bridge of course) which we had thought to be the PIE. We realised we had come to toa payoh industrial park, which should have been on the other side of the highway, hence the conclusion that we were really, really, very, very found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we found our way (or lost our way if you wish) into TP south and saw the ever elusive First Toa Payoh Sec, then to TP west and finally to central and back home.&lt;br /&gt;For completing this arduous quest the magical fairy princess granted me an enchanted cup, from which i will never spill when i drink using it. Hee how exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitness of limited mint edition M&amp;Ms, GP mock exam, and Earl Grey's wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-6192756509792589369?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6192756509792589369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6192756509792589369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/08/3.html' title='3'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-2230946658602618726</id><published>2008-08-03T02:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:34:21.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say what you need to say</title><content type='html'>If you've come here within the past week, one of these is yours, though some are for people who haven't been here in the past seven days. Each was written with one person in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you who has come once and are unlikely to return, hello sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you who it seems that your wants are becoming more distant the harder you try, when you compete you will be met with equal resistance. Why not just collaborate instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you who i have created many secrets for, put your mind aside for awhile, for your heart holds the answer. Search it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you who are brilliant in mind, quick in flesh and good in heart, have you taken a look at yourself recently and seen these qualities looking back yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you who i wish i could do more for but don't know how, things shall become smooth again because that is what's meant to be for you. Trust time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you who a fruit's name has two pronunciations, i'm glad that you have instilled much more faith into yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you who has long carried a heart heavy with concealed sadness, your brothers have always been there. Don't doubt and don't turn away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you who LOOK WIDE has meaning, thank you for the enriching experiences shared. You're pretty darn zai yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you who has watched the stars with me once before, i really hope that you know what you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you who two types of bar, chocolate and pullup, ring a bell - a mini alarm in fact - you should already know the power of keeping your spirits up. I hope that you are indeed practising what you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you who belongs a palindromic english name and a french one of sunshine, i haven't seen you for a very very long time. When will you return?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you who joined our ranks rather late and recently renewed your committment, please la don't so ego until even can google your own name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you who i've found to be a rather kindred spirit, up and on! You must believe in the best and in yourself. You can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you who i've sentenced to armageddon, openly smile, for the world is a delightful place to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me if a certain one is yours or not.&lt;br /&gt;"What makes you so uncertain?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-2230946658602618726?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/2230946658602618726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/2230946658602618726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/08/say-what-you-need-to-say.html' title='Say what you need to say'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-5138688199678369910</id><published>2008-07-31T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T14:20:08.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh? 0.o</title><content type='html'>Alfred Pang had cc relief come in for GP today. We were supposed to do an essay outline in groups, with the guys of the last row forming one group. So unprecedentedly for that short period of time, we became the BackRow Boys. Lol then Zhihua noticed the initials and BRB got written at the top of our paper for submission. The relief teacher went walking around and he stopped to check on us (probably because we were laughing so much) and he said "be right back" before he walked back. LOL. Then Joel wanted to go to the toilet and we got him to say "i'll be right back" at the door to the teacher, who then just looked stunned. Plus we were the only group who managed to hand up our work at the end of the period. Not bad eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been told by Petrina today that without my spectacles on, i look like a mouse. Charlene nonchalantly agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At CLB the two lady teachers just suddenly burst out laughing in the middle of teaching for reasons unclear and couldn't stop. One even left the classroom for awhile to compose herself. We students agreed that that's quality entertainment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-5138688199678369910?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5138688199678369910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5138688199678369910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-0o.html' title='Oh? 0.o'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-3659594194228563420</id><published>2008-07-30T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:55:52.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think</title><content type='html'>No lessons!&lt;br /&gt;CJC Think Careers Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching, Business and Entrepreneurship, Life Sciences, NUS Life Sciences, SMU Business. The first 3 are career talks which i attended, the next 2 are university degree ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching was the best of the 3. The teachers who gave the talk were interesting, adding their own quirky little stories and all.&lt;br /&gt;Business and Entrepreneurship had one eccentric entrepreneur and another who believably claimed that he is actually set for life, meaning he's got enough money now not to have to work anymore. Ha imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;Life Sciences made me (and a lot of other people in the LT too) lose interest in the industry leh. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories which popped into mind today that i want to remember:&lt;br /&gt;Aravind experienced an attempted possession at jobweek camp '07!&lt;br /&gt;Zhihua got taupoked yesterday for each basketball hoop we scored. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore lost to Japan the bid to host the World Jam 2015. Crap, but eh that means i'm going to Japan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's class key return time was supposed to be 3pm, as per order from a higher-up. But then what's the point if no one from the student body knows? Mr Lee was doing the career talks survey until 3.40pm some more. Even Home Tutors didn't know. Haha so in the end a girl was going from class to class at around 4.15pm telling people to lock up. The lady in the office who recieved the key was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Aww! Why you all so late...?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the &lt;em&gt;Media Rescource Centre&lt;/em&gt; with Sin Yean and Yong Hao to continue study and went on until closing time. Met Petrina outside the &lt;em&gt;Media Rescource Centre&lt;/em&gt; after closing and didn't even know that she was in there before. Leaving that time Eirene and Shu Ann took the opportunity to pangsei. Honestest account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Shiyu at the bus stop, who made me miss my bus because we were talking so much crap, and then Alvin later, who took the same bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, time trickled and tribbled... and somehow i ended up here, doing this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-3659594194228563420?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/3659594194228563420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/3659594194228563420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/think.html' title='Think'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-7668790879320759513</id><published>2008-07-29T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:02:04.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect</title><content type='html'>I've been sleeping for 8 hours a night for the past few weeks. Feels damn good when waking up in the morning. I want to try a regular &gt;9 hours. I bet that's even gooder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your feet egyptian, greek, or square?&lt;br /&gt;Egyptian is having the big toe longer than the second one, greek is having the second toe longer than the big one, and square is when you've got both at the same length. Ya un-useless info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, two more rb cans remain. Yesterday Sinyean and i were going on about how we &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt;. Lol. Eh i'm collecting the emptied cans under my table, reasons unknown me for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a Pelandok badge last week when getting Al Greg to sign the last batch of certs. Mr Kwang wasn't around so i got one - free! - from Mr Gregory's drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venture Night '08's coming up this Saturday night. Traders' Hotel, seven course meal.&lt;br /&gt;J1s, you all are zai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was brought to you by my phone, written throughout today at different periods of time. All symbols and icons are registered trademarks. No part of this publication is to be reproduced in any form. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-7668790879320759513?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/7668790879320759513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/7668790879320759513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture Perfect'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-402042034874387158</id><published>2008-07-28T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:04:14.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightfall</title><content type='html'>I sat downstairs and watched the evening roll by. Mmm it was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;The sky today was a blend of blue and orange. One portion of it helda rush of clouds, swiftly fleeing upwards and heading for the beyond.&lt;br /&gt;And as the blue darkened in shade, the orange went to red, then purple, and then eventually to the velvet black that ever so faithfully announces the arrival of night.&lt;br /&gt;My mum's car rounded the corner just then - perfect timing - and so off i was on my next adventure to top up EZ-link cards. But well that's another story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-402042034874387158?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/402042034874387158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/402042034874387158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/nightfall.html' title='Nightfall'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-7136273487189973108</id><published>2008-07-27T13:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:28:00.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Musing</title><content type='html'>I ate my lunch today in the bedroom my grandmother, my sis and i share. Sitting upon the topmost step of my double-decker bed's staircase, my thoughts wandered while my body idled, save for the actions which were necessary for eating my meal of course.&lt;br /&gt;At some point in time i came to realise that my gaze had fallen upon an old black and white photograph of my grandfather. I never knew him in person, though my left hand has what my grandmother believes to be his mark, for his time had come to pass even before my father stepped into adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, and never before in all my life hitherto, i got the notion that he and Allan Wu share a facial resemblance.&lt;br /&gt;Amusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-7136273487189973108?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/7136273487189973108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/7136273487189973108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/musing.html' title='A Musing'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-6820597387674125397</id><published>2008-07-27T08:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:28:02.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ran ran ruu</title><content type='html'>Chao invited Shannon and i to do all our nyaa diaries at his place yesterday. I tried a new xbox game that i want to borrow and play during the holidays - FABLE. Chao keeps telling me that completing the game will result in undersatisfaction, but i still want to try, so we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i've been told still hasn't worn off in effect yet. Time to augment mindsets?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-6820597387674125397?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6820597387674125397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6820597387674125397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/ran-ran-ruu.html' title='ran ran ruu'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-7523211541202717017</id><published>2008-07-25T21:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:08:30.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, CJ Racial Harmony Day celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;Anabelle, Charlene, Eirene,  Fenghui and Nicole wore ethnic costumes for the day. Suyi did too but changed out of it super early. Listened to &lt;em&gt;How 6 Songs Collide&lt;/em&gt; in its entirety for the first time on Charlene's ipod. Everyone save Si Ming completely ponned the supplementary bio lecture. I fell asleep around 8pm that night after dinner. Eh 10 hours of sleep is very comfortable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the present.&lt;br /&gt;Joel did a somersalt followed by a jumpstand in class before PE which was quite cool. On the way down, he got tempted to tap a random person on the shoulder, which inspired me to tap Benson and made him think it was one of his classmates. Lol the results were quite amusing.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Bala conducted a sit-around circle consultation on the floor right outside the staffroom since the tables were all occupied, which got lots of looks haha. This was after school, and i have a photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ArpVn1zuWG8/SIndEkp19DI/AAAAAAAAAE0/R9cSXVxT5Cs/s1600-h/Consultation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ArpVn1zuWG8/SIndEkp19DI/AAAAAAAAAE0/R9cSXVxT5Cs/s400/Consultation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226951913168565298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to class to do math after resolving a bio query. My second can of Red Bull has now been emptied. Four more to go.&lt;br /&gt;Now i also know about AZ. Teehee. And Fenghui secretly goes to pak thor with this mysterious V of hers hahaha! I still have yet to kachiao her about it though, and this i need to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-7523211541202717017?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/7523211541202717017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/7523211541202717017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/two.html' title='Two'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ArpVn1zuWG8/SIndEkp19DI/AAAAAAAAAE0/R9cSXVxT5Cs/s72-c/Consultation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-5061615938496283763</id><published>2008-07-23T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:28:24.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Er redundancy?</title><content type='html'>Guess what morning assembly was like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha that can't be done since such doesn't exist. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhihua invoked the benefit of taking H1.5 econs again today. And the guys of my class taking H1 econs went super early for lecture so that we could conquer the coveted last row which would allow our class to sit together in the theatre. At the end we found out that there was another session going on before us lol. Entered the LT on time but got our last row anyway haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at CJ UGLs' preparation for National Day after school. Still very messy haha. More rehearsals coming up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went library, do chem, got confused, ask questions, get answers, closing time, pack up, go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bus stop i saw Ms Soh and wanted to ask her a chemistry question but her bus had arrived so she told me to sms her my query and so that was what i did, recieveing a reply a short while later which allowed my quaint uncertainty to be resolved after i presented a guess i made about transition elements' colours and having it commented upon by her as being logical, hence finally coming to a satisfactory conclusion about my enquiry which had tingled my curiosity from the time i left the library when it closed up till the time i acquired the satisfatory conclusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-5061615938496283763?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5061615938496283763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5061615938496283763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/er-redundancy.html' title='Er redundancy?'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-6032841041614872186</id><published>2008-07-22T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:28:22.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really</title><content type='html'>The first order of the day was the 33rd council appreciation ceremony. 34th's investiture is probably occurring right now.&lt;br /&gt;Now i believe more that Su's allegation of us having a triplet is true because i saw a photo of them together. But then again it could be a false proof. Seeing (in person) is believing.&lt;br /&gt;Completed and submitted my SGC at break. In it, i've committed myself to doing NYAA Gold. Deadline's next week thursday. Chiong again!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm do i really buy a lot of plastic bottles?&lt;br /&gt;Mass dance for PE, i think the 2nd dance is nice. Zombie around for some parts haha. One part of the dance tune was stuck in my head from after PE until just only awhile ago. I'm going to keep whistling it in class tomorrow lol.&lt;br /&gt;After PE i was in class doing math tutorial and i fell asleep at some point or another. Woke up in what felt like 20 mins to get major pins and needles. The entire left side of my body couldn't move or will get sensation overload la. So sat there focusing on being a statue for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Class key had to be returned at 6pm after yesterday evening's fiasco. Lol if you don't know what i'm talking about, go ask Gabriel. He's the expert.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-6032841041614872186?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6032841041614872186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6032841041614872186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/really.html' title='Really'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-8179911542039518612</id><published>2008-07-22T06:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:58:30.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Yours</title><content type='html'>Blogging in the morning before school. I fell asleep quite early last night, too tired.&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was a blast - got my venture testimonial done. But had to stay from 2pm till 11+pm on sunday to get everything settled before leaving Malcolm's. Ventures, especially my batch, are zai procrastinators and time wasters.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't submit my testimonial yesterday though because Mr Adrian Ho was always either not around or seeming too busy to be disturbed. Nevermind, today shall be the day.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a long day. Least likeable of all the days on my fortnight timetable. One break in the morning from 9 to 10, then 7 straight hours of lessons after that. Argh. School ended at 5 for me. I want more time for study after school, and a less occupied classroom, or anyplace else for that matter as a study location. Maybe library?&lt;br /&gt;"Benzene rings do not give it's substituents backing."&lt;br /&gt;Went with Dom to eat KFC after school. Zinger! Haha do u see the link between KFC and benzene's backing?&lt;br /&gt;And from sunday night until tuesday morning (right now), "I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz has been on replay in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Hey Ara, thanks ah for sending to me... Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-8179911542039518612?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/8179911542039518612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/8179911542039518612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-yours.html' title='I&apos;m Yours'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-6131887279681271942</id><published>2008-07-18T21:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T13:53:34.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready, steady, go!</title><content type='html'>Kena unpleasant surprise remembering that i've got to get my SGC and venture testimonial done by Friday the 25th of July. Chiong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out from Eirene things that weren't too nice to learn of and other things which were way more pleasing to know. Liwei kachiao. Dom left his wallet under his table today after school, luckily he's got a separate coin pouch. Met him at Shaw Plaza (not in town, it's in balestier). Shannon and Chao wanted to watch Red Cliff but it was getting too late already. Madeline came to a solution for the telomerase question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"Bio is Queen."&lt;/span&gt; Lol amusing. One of my classmates said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to publish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-6131887279681271942?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6131887279681271942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6131887279681271942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/ready-steady-go.html' title='Ready, steady, go!'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-108262450559200146</id><published>2008-07-17T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T21:54:50.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's today's name?</title><content type='html'>Didn't succeed at the bio challenge. Reached only question 7 in 2.5 hours. And TP library had more than its usual share of CJCians. Met Sebastian there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period today was break. Chess with Sin Yean.&lt;br /&gt;Checkmate!&lt;br /&gt;Bishops can fork and spear. Knights can fork even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended at 12 for us econs H1ers, while H2 people got to go at 11. End of it all, H1 or H2, we only had 3 lessons of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pronounce today "bum".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-108262450559200146?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/108262450559200146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/108262450559200146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-todays-name.html' title='What&apos;s today&apos;s name?'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-3728507035885477758</id><published>2008-07-16T20:51:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T13:55:10.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guessible</title><content type='html'>The day's events in chronological order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petrina printed out the Batman Beyond cubee and finished it by break.&lt;br /&gt;Eugene Yeow gave us a bio-challenge for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Alfred Pang did essay presentation rotations, involving apples - paper ones.&lt;br /&gt;Dominic and i played english chess, on the same side, against Fenghui and Sin Yean. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"JIANG!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis Ang enlightened me finally that there will be no more H1 econs notes save for a term 3 tutorial set.&lt;br /&gt;Si Ming lucky because he didn't get caught for coming late and bringing up food after break into chem tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;Bala cancelled extra lesson, at the very last minute.&lt;br /&gt;Fenghui took up but didn't keep to the challenge of accidentally bumping into people on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra got smirked at again by me about differences in venture formal achievement.&lt;br /&gt;Shannon and i went to slack after school at Subway.&lt;br /&gt;Ng Yee Lee(chem lecturer for Periodicity) was at the TP library and i saw her but she turned away before i could say anything.&lt;br /&gt;Eirene sent out an email which was wittily (and sickly) funny.&lt;br /&gt;Liwei called to ask a P&amp;amp;C question.&lt;br /&gt;Liwei called again.&lt;br /&gt;My sister wants to use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;I need to conjure up all my CCA testimonials and my SGC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's lessons end at 12 noon! Yeah go H1 MT Listening Comprehension!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-3728507035885477758?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/3728507035885477758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/3728507035885477758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/guessibl-e.html' title='Guessibl&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-8334254044413484401</id><published>2008-07-15T21:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T13:49:33.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinariness of life</title><content type='html'>Mineshine milk tea! Haha Dom and Sinyean were talking so much about it that i checked my nearby 7-eleven for stock. Turns out they did have it and i bought bottles for us. Not milky enough i say, but enjoyed nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave Geovenn Eugene Ang's CCA hike log today, wonder how he'll fare in a chase for the PSA. I think the chances of success are low, but no harm giving it a try. Gloated to Alexandra over my 6 proficiencies and VSS today too lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had mass dance during PE to prepare for CJC step up on national day celebration. 3 dances eh... And i forgot part of the orientation tradition bangra mass dance. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Another name i call myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Talked with Fenghui about religion after school for quite long. Heh interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i made a Master Chief cubee today! Too bad it got crumpled and squashed in the end by an unruly person hahaha. Wanna guess who?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-8334254044413484401?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/8334254044413484401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/8334254044413484401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/ordinariness-of-life.html' title='Ordinariness of life'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-8787343403772588127</id><published>2008-07-14T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T13:56:45.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I will it so, and so it is."</title><content type='html'>I stood in the balcony today and enjoyed my neighbourhood of 18 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, watched Hellboy 2 with Dom. It was as random as the comic lol.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday till sunday, i was at Northeast Area VLC. Crazy new ventures... And haha course director Azhari said he'll see me next year, poking at the fact that i was attending VLC for the second time due to anyhowness.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, came back home and watched Hellboy on channel 5. I watched the shows tombalek!&lt;br /&gt;Today was back to school. Noted that today was the first day of the term wearing tie. Quite late into the term hor? Chionged GP essay at break and after school, managing to finish by 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Common letter, common place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i willed things so and so they were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-8787343403772588127?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/8787343403772588127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/8787343403772588127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-will-it-so-and-so-it-is.html' title='&quot;I will it so, and so it is.&quot;'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-9009769059446632107</id><published>2008-07-11T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:46:26.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what.</title><content type='html'>I do have posts. They just aren't published! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My midyear math grade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-9009769059446632107?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/9009769059446632107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/9009769059446632107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/what.html' title='what.'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-8752050528022389814</id><published>2008-07-10T20:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T13:59:11.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This morning, rain again.</title><content type='html'>No assembly! Again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eirene was walking in after 7.40am and asked whether i was going to tell her she's late. &lt;em&gt;Raining mah, so no need to rush la&lt;/em&gt;. Right? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J2 H1 econs notes not in yet, and we're going to use it beginning next week. Ahh quickly, i want to collect them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got &lt;em&gt;L, Change the World&lt;/em&gt; from Sinyean today. Lent him &lt;em&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&lt;/em&gt; - the old one produced in the 1980s. Joel wants to borrow Sinyean's disc and Charlene wants to borrow mine after the two of us are done watching. Yes we are people in demand. Career talks coming in 3 weeks time. There's clash between the medicine and teaching talks, bleah. Oh and Si Ming moved his table from 2nd to 1st row today for the new environment. Haha he says he'll come back to us after a few more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nitrogen symbol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go put up info on the venture blog for the other ventures to do their testimonials after this posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCDEB. Yups, grades in order of subjects GP BCME. And right now i'm thinking about when i should, if i do, publish my posts. Heheh someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-8752050528022389814?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/8752050528022389814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/8752050528022389814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-morning-rain-again.html' title='This morning, rain again.'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-5547166912295553483</id><published>2008-07-09T17:14:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:05:39.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short day!</title><content type='html'>Today had 2 breaks, and the first period already was one if them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pens were all out of ink so i tried to buy one before assembly. Well no assembly because it was raining. Zzz ended up the co-op was closed. Met Eirene who was looking sleepy in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Raining mah, so no need to rush la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Ming pangsehed Joel and Dom today during second break in the canteen, so end up the 2 of them guailan-ed him by moving his table first to the back of the class, then to the second row, just to pangseh him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Joel (with Zhihua): "You like to say we bad influence right? Now no more bad influence already lor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Si Ming: *Speechless*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha everything was just damn lame. Joel everyday will break ties with him, and so today again no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Shannon to Mac's after school after a 15min FA meeting. Aww i satisfied my craving for Mac's cheeseburgers. Talk about the master key system again. Hopes he reads it soon lol, then can talk more. Finally got my pens at the Popular there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mc²=?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eirene likes to walk around whenever she can during lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Zhihua takes H1.5 econs.&lt;br /&gt;Fenghui's confirmation name is Bernice.&lt;br /&gt;Joel and Zhihua fight the longest chinese chess wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C for GP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-5547166912295553483?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5547166912295553483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5547166912295553483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/short-day.html' title='Short day!'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-5998032243301334867</id><published>2008-07-08T20:14:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:10:09.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOA power</title><content type='html'>Pleasant day, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, C for bio, don't know what for chem, E for math, B for econs.&lt;br /&gt;B for econs!&lt;br /&gt;I just found out today. Surprised when i saw it. I actually did essay Q2 but told Mr Ang in a previous lesson that i did Q1. Oh well haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP results tomorrow. I want to see vocab how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elf look-alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be learning, smiling and laughing all the way to 'A's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-5998032243301334867?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5998032243301334867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5998032243301334867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/loa-power.html' title='LOA power'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-4723524663179292558</id><published>2008-07-07T15:52:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:12:15.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed it!</title><content type='html'>Today, i redid my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;*nod of satisfaction*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo courtesy of Shannon from night hike '07. It's sunrise at ECP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded lots of venture photos into the com and my phone too. Cool memories they brought back. Yeah 2 good years. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke with my sis earlier today. She's just back from her 7-day OBS course. Says she wants to be an OBS instructor next time. I think that'd be fun, but then i can't because i've got other plans for me in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What degree should i do for uni huh?!&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration with certainty shall come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;*nod of satisfaction*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i had a cool dream last night. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I dreamt that i held her hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-4723524663179292558?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/4723524663179292558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/4723524663179292558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/changed-it.html' title='Changed it!'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-5761254989371306703</id><published>2008-07-06T20:37:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:33:31.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Day</title><content type='html'>I'm glad youth day is today (a Sunday), and so&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; tomorrow is a pushed-over school holiday&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roused at some time nearing 11 o'clock this morning, awoken to full consciousness by the distinct ring of the intercom phone. I had been partly aware of the happenings at home for a brief moment before then, but it was this alarm that returned me to complete reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It struck me then, upon hearing the ring, that the visitor on the other side of the intercom phone was mine - someone was coming to see me! My conscious mind had raced through my subconscious mind, retrieving and arranging memories, which brought me to the realisation that now my mathematics tuition session was upon me, and that my tutor had arrived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belatedly, i got out of bed and went to the door. My brother had recieved the intercom call while my mind was doing recollections, and by then my tutor must have had already been in the elevator on his way up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah Kenneth, hello! I just woke up."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-5761254989371306703?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5761254989371306703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5761254989371306703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/youth-day.html' title='Youth Day'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-6704542112508016903</id><published>2008-07-06T14:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:54:32.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AGM Prep, Stepping Up, AGM itself and AP</title><content type='html'>Stayed over again at Malcolm's on friday night to finish agm prep. Haha it ended up being just 3 excel tables. Ah i should have borrowed &lt;em&gt;L, Change the World&lt;/em&gt; before leaving. Have to go back to do testimonials soon anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping up ceremony at noon on saturday. Lol all the sec 3s already knew their posts somehow. No fun no fun. And it was a pleasant surprise to recieve the best fitness award for venture section. The J2s ventures recieved standard and proficiency certificates too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGM began later than planned because stepping up began late. As a result only the non-AP sec 4s could come. Got quite a lot of names on the interested list so i'm happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AP time. Heheh band had a faller-out. No more band pride! Lol the band alumni were whacking me when i mentioned it. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon kept camwhoring with people nonstop, and i saw my brother during the marchpast and at the end of the parade. Marcus went off to Korea that night after AP for a some mega scout meeting i think. Yeah i'm becoming a rover soon hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to ps to eat with Ara, Sha and Geo after. I entertained Aravind's idea of working part time at sarimbun during the holidays. Met some of the J1s at the bus stop and coincidentally they too were going to ps. We ended up at the same foodcourt but at different tables because of overcrowding lol. Geo and the J1s soon left and the original 3 of us remained. Talked about how one chapter was now coming to a close and that we'll make new memories soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we will remember the mousedeer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-6704542112508016903?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6704542112508016903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6704542112508016903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/agm-prep-stepping-up-agm-itself-and-ap.html' title='AGM Prep, Stepping Up, AGM itself and AP'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-4720558642473186076</id><published>2008-07-02T15:45:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:58:54.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting to pay $$$</title><content type='html'>I'm in school now, blogging. But it isn't really blogging unless one publishes it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon's beside me, and i'm waiting for Benjamin to call to say he's done. Viwawa's not working for me. Today really really could have been a much better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an unexpected first aid meeting after school, and found out we got cca for 5 more weeks. Hah at least i'm getting to skip a symposium this saturday to attend SJI's AP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH AP! COME FASTER PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of FA club again, i hope the J1s will do okay. Yang Qing commented that a club of 4 is kinda small. Haaa yeah. Cheryl's attending the medical symposium because she's interested in this kind of stuff, plus it helps for med school application. She even got lobang for her boyfriend because he's applying for med school. Which bring's me to think again, do i really want to go to med school? I don't think i have the passion to follow through the 6-year study to become a doctor. I want to be a dentist for awhile though, then cross over to teach after that. Maybe 5 years of dentistry, then off to join the education sector. I'd like that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm i want As for 'a' levels. I'm going to get it.&lt;br /&gt;Destiny beckons. I'm answering the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And once again, i'm missing someone dearly. It's one of those "so near and yet so far away" things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home now. Things just got smoother. Reliant upon state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben decided to come to CJ instead of all of us go to TP. He sat in the canteen and began noticing the infestation of SJI, both J1s and J2s, hahaha! Handed him his envelope and the 3 of us talked rubbish for awhile. Then Kai An and another former josephian (i don't know his name x__x) joined us to chit the chat. YES caught a ride home from my mum on her way back from work at some time past 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've finished sewing all my badges yeah! Accomplishment! Iron nice nice and put into uniform cover. Very preservation-like. Yeah i like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-4720558642473186076?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/4720558642473186076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/4720558642473186076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/waiting-to-pay.html' title='Waiting to pay $$$'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-7447153567325737432</id><published>2008-06-29T14:17:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T21:56:02.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endgame PLC, and J2 Retreat!</title><content type='html'>The council has spoken!&lt;br /&gt;Selva, Gewei and Jeremy are the chosen ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus spoke damn long with us after that at Malcolm's. Didn't concern J2s that much either. Bla. MARCUS, WASTE TIME FOR US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was siao. Honest. Who buys $10 worth of cooked rice for just one dinner?! Hahahaha. The packed dinner from the hawker centre costed $100+ in total. J1s left after dinner and then it was just us higher life forms. Watch &lt;em&gt;21&lt;/em&gt; also didn't even watch finish - fell asleep halfway lol. Haha i bummed out too, didn't do any work that night while the other 4 did. In the end i found out Ara did some of the work that was supposed to be mine. Heheheh thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning's breakfast delayed till it became combined with lunch. And it is on this day, the 29th of June, that we got our certs signed. YEAH!!! I'm gonna go buy them badges on tuesday. Woot new decor for uniform!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venture Scout Standard.&lt;br /&gt;Leadership. Responsibility. Service. Citizenship. Self Reliance. Personal Development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-7447153567325737432?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/7447153567325737432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/7447153567325737432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/06/endgame-plc-and-j2-retreat.html' title='Endgame PLC, and J2 Retreat!'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-8109037534262637943</id><published>2008-06-27T23:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:23:09.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry</title><content type='html'>AH, CHEM, THE LAST PAPER, IS OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at dawn with an A in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;After the paper that dream's left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence i kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;em&gt;Wanted&lt;/em&gt; in the evening with Sin Yean and Petrina. Wah pangseh class lol. Yups good show. Pet left after movie, then met Eirene and Fenghui at dinner. I saw an advert for &lt;em&gt;Underworld Evolution &lt;/em&gt;on a tv in Best and Sinz and i began talking a lot of go-nowheres about it. But eh that's another good show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning before chem paper was so slack. Sit in library, flip pages, take a walk, sit down again. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J2 venture reatreat is tomorrow, but there's engame PLC in the morning first. We'll go over to malcolm's, hopefully at lunchtime. A relaxing weekend is about to begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-8109037534262637943?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/8109037534262637943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/8109037534262637943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/06/chemistry.html' title='Chemistry'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-5161283561052372939</id><published>2008-06-26T17:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T21:56:06.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mathematics</title><content type='html'>THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths. C please.&lt;br /&gt;Agent J remains undercover but admits she's an agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLB. Merit please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had another viwawa big 2.5 (a.k.a. daidi) session in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem coming tomorrow. A please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-5161283561052372939?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5161283561052372939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5161283561052372939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/06/mathematics.html' title='Mathematics'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-5319905442372419386</id><published>2008-06-25T18:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T21:56:08.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biology</title><content type='html'>Wednesday. Bio midyear exam day. A. Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Dom's home last night with Zhi Hua and Si Ming to study. Finished what i wanted to do there, yes! We hung out at the neighbourhood fitness corner before that. That ended up in acting stupid and doing stupid stuff hahaha. Both Dom and i got the study@starbucks urge halfway through while at his place though lol. And again we confused Sinyean with identical messages XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i must put a note here that this is the week, or maybe it was last week, that i was introduced to viwawa.com! Hahaha greatfuns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-5319905442372419386?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5319905442372419386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5319905442372419386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/06/biology.html' title='Biology'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-6317373454613486954</id><published>2008-06-23T17:48:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:25:46.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm before the storm hahaha</title><content type='html'>Monday of midyear exam week. No exam yet. Begins Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at TP library after getting bored of study in the morning at CJ.&lt;br /&gt;People who were there at CJ: Rishi, Joash, Nik and Meng Hwee.&lt;br /&gt;Finally got my hands on "for one more day" by mitch albom. 3 hr read, damn good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Mr IZ Lim with his son and said hi while crossing the road to go home. Saw him in school earlier that morning too. Haha wonder if he's wondering what i was doing at TP. Couldn't help but smile when i saw him with his son though. Family's important - albom's reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As usual, been dreaming about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-6317373454613486954?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6317373454613486954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6317373454613486954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/06/calm-before-storm-hahaha.html' title='Calm before the storm hahaha'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-5108709040666108975</id><published>2008-06-07T09:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:23:57.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O__o</title><content type='html'>Today is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a goon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that would mean i lived the whole of yesterday (the real friday), in thursdayness.&lt;br /&gt;I was in school yesterday somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-5108709040666108975?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5108709040666108975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5108709040666108975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-is-saturday.html' title='O__o'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-7148003586335280000</id><published>2008-01-04T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T01:22:59.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OKAY</title><content type='html'>OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To special request of someone today, okay i will post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;First of all,&lt;/span&gt; i have not looked at my blog for a few months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Secondly,&lt;/span&gt; within these few months my tagboard has been filled with tags. Thank you to those who have tagged, unless you're one who wrote rubbish then well bleah no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thirdly,&lt;/span&gt; i am not surprised by garbage tags. Ha tags i expected you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fourthly,&lt;/span&gt; i updated before my bday and xmas 08'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lastly,&lt;/span&gt; dom i know the nonsense ones are you =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;What another useless post.&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love, hugs, and kisses forever and ever, (xoxoxo)&lt;br /&gt;darren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like eating durians now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-7148003586335280000?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/7148003586335280000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/7148003586335280000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2008/01/okay.html' title='OKAY'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-8100622133571582569</id><published>2007-07-15T13:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:08:32.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KAYAKING!</title><content type='html'>Haiz kayaking with the ventures yesterday at Changi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HAIZ HAIZ HAIZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha pics will speak more than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PA Sea Sports Club, now renamed Water-Venture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArpVn1zuWG8/RpnLxSUx32I/AAAAAAAAABA/2b_9DOESMls/s1600-h/e8972187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087321301684707170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArpVn1zuWG8/RpnLxSUx32I/AAAAAAAAABA/2b_9DOESMls/s400/e8972187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some kind of sandcastle I suppose...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bw4w2RSDKQ8/RpjfIswsi-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/9qHfG3E1WSM/s1600-h/e8972149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087061119662328802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bw4w2RSDKQ8/RpjfIswsi-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/9qHfG3E1WSM/s400/e8972149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muscle Man!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bw4w2RSDKQ8/RpjgvMwsjCI/AAAAAAAAANA/SjO_UcIcoXM/s1600-h/e8971f7d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087062880598920226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bw4w2RSDKQ8/RpjgvMwsjCI/AAAAAAAAANA/SjO_UcIcoXM/s400/e8971f7d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Super Man!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bw4w2RSDKQ8/Rpjg2MwsjDI/AAAAAAAAANI/K54cxuDlEPc/s1600-h/e8971e6c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087063000858004530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bw4w2RSDKQ8/Rpjg2MwsjDI/AAAAAAAAANI/K54cxuDlEPc/s400/e8971e6c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drowning Man!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bw4w2RSDKQ8/Rpjg8MwsjEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_7UWUE3vo0s/s1600-h/e8971f6e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087063103937219650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bw4w2RSDKQ8/Rpjg8MwsjEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_7UWUE3vo0s/s400/e8971f6e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something proper for once...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArpVn1zuWG8/RpmzoSUx30I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PN0iJzBXMwE/s1600-h/e8971eac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087294758786817858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArpVn1zuWG8/RpmzoSUx30I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PN0iJzBXMwE/s400/e8971eac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bw4w2RSDKQ8/RpjhJcwsjFI/AAAAAAAAANY/LMwRXEBDYMA/s1600-h/e8971eaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087063331570486354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bw4w2RSDKQ8/RpjhJcwsjFI/AAAAAAAAANY/LMwRXEBDYMA/s400/e8971eaf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plane...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bw4w2RSDKQ8/RpjhzMwsjJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/-HinJsLCOog/s1600-h/e8971e0d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087064048830024850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bw4w2RSDKQ8/RpjhzMwsjJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/-HinJsLCOog/s400/e8971e0d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The evil Persian King Xerxes on attack! (Haha the venture chairman)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ArpVn1zuWG8/RpmZYCUx3yI/AAAAAAAAAAg/KCcZd-veuic/s1600-h/e8971ec9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087265892311621410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ArpVn1zuWG8/RpmZYCUx3yI/AAAAAAAAAAg/KCcZd-veuic/s400/e8971ec9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wooo000000T!!! *evil war cry*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArpVn1zuWG8/RpmaRSUx3zI/AAAAAAAAAAo/tmBLKOav1WE/s1600-h/e8971ee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087266875859132210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArpVn1zuWG8/RpmaRSUx3zI/AAAAAAAAAAo/tmBLKOav1WE/s400/e8971ee2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SPARTANS...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bw4w2RSDKQ8/RpjhqMwsjHI/AAAAAAAAANo/Z-Zcz_cRa5U/s1600-h/e8971e55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087063894211202162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bw4w2RSDKQ8/RpjhqMwsjHI/AAAAAAAAANo/Z-Zcz_cRa5U/s400/e8971e55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOLD THE LINE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bw4w2RSDKQ8/RpjhuswsjII/AAAAAAAAANw/9tl5-EvGjFg/s1600-h/e8971e14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087063971520613506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bw4w2RSDKQ8/RpjhuswsjII/AAAAAAAAANw/9tl5-EvGjFg/s400/e8971e14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oopsies, down and in you go...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArpVn1zuWG8/Rpm2VSUx31I/AAAAAAAAAA4/JSfbGCaL-QY/s1600-h/e8971d5c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087297730904186706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArpVn1zuWG8/Rpm2VSUx31I/AAAAAAAAAA4/JSfbGCaL-QY/s400/e8971d5c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-8100622133571582569?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/8100622133571582569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/8100622133571582569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/07/haiz-kayaking-with-ventures.html' title='KAYAKING!'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArpVn1zuWG8/RpnLxSUx32I/AAAAAAAAABA/2b_9DOESMls/s72-c/e8972187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-5597009749079369299</id><published>2007-07-12T19:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:42:25.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winds of Change</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my first meeting in cj's 1st aid club. Haiyo they ah... abit cmi hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Mdm Mary Goh (the TIC) decided to take photos for the CJC annual and this J2 girl had to pose as a rescuer doing CPR. And she didnt know how to do CPR. LOL she's a certified 1st aider and she forgot CPR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;POSE ALSO CANNOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha but that's just one person la. The rest should be okay i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meetings are actually quite &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'work-free'&lt;/span&gt;. The members meet to talk about a little bit of issues proper, then the rest of the time is talking about other stuff. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the 1st aid club members have service commitments out of meeting time, usually during weekends. So the system is like, little work during meetings, but significant amount of work on weekend service attachments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yays i like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the bus home, the president and vice president of the club (who take the same bus too) asked me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Did it surprise you to see that the 1st aid club is so slack?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woi what do you think?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-5597009749079369299?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5597009749079369299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5597009749079369299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/07/yesterday-was-my-first-meeting-in-cjs.html' title='Winds of Change'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-1069638315401963881</id><published>2007-07-09T02:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:05:40.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Who says nothing is impossible? Some people do it every day!&lt;br /&gt;Alfred E. Neuman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "nothing" has 2 meanings, problematic when confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing" can be defined as a lack or emptiness. "No thing" is defined as "of all things, none of them". Nothing is a thing, but no thing is not. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A ham sandwich is better than nothing, and nothing is better than complete happiness thus a ham sandwich is better than complete happiness" sounds odd because the 2 meanings are mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should read: a ham sandwich is better than nothing and no thing is better than complete happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boleh tidak?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-1069638315401963881?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/1069638315401963881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/1069638315401963881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/07/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-2756742160743458881</id><published>2007-07-08T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:01:39.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, as a boat on the seas</title><content type='html'>In view of &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Live Earth&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am only one, but i am still one.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do everything, but i can do something.&lt;br /&gt;And because i cannot do everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I refuse to not do the something which i can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life these days seem to be a breeze. Smooth, gentle and quick. The many thoughts and events that happened over the week have sort of blended into one mass of intangible stuff, which can be organised if effort is put in. I'm lazy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i remember an outing to paradiz with a mix of people from T24, T28 and T30, then a stayover that night at my venture scout leader's home on the friday last last week. Oh i remember more now, i slept at 3am saturday and then left his home in the same morning at 0630 for a busride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was venture meeting on the same saturday morning at 10am and a lan party with the scouts sec4 06' batch at 2pm, at paradiz again. Haha that was real fun to do pure play for that entire afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sunday was... oh ya a study in the afternoon with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole school week was so forgettable except for some marks from some small section of the midyears. I got through it perfectly well, so i guess that means it was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh on the friday, the scouts back at SJI had the sec 1s' investiture and the stepping up ceremony. Then that night went for stayover again at my venture scout leader's home again to plan for the venture annual general meeting on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So saturday the ventures did marketing and cooking of lunch for 7 people at our VSL's home in front of one of the AVSLs just to pass some home econs criteria for an achievement scheme. Lol fun and lame! Then venture AGM in the afternoon at 4. After the meeting was the SJI annual parade. Quite nice to watch the UG members stand, march and some, faint. Haiyoz so many went down! Yups i used to march for annual parade. Well then i met donovan!!! He's now completed his cadet inspector's course and is a cadet inspector for the SJI NPCC. Aha bigwig now... Then i was surprised to see eirene and changyong!!! They popped out of nowhere. Apparently donovan had asked them to come down. Hahas cool. That night i went back to my VSL's place with 2 other ventures to pick up my stuff and slack somemore till my dad came to pick me up at 12mn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday today, was such a be-a-sleepyhead day. I swear i'm not going to sleep at all later tonight. And then i'll die tomorrow in school! Haha x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-2756742160743458881?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/2756742160743458881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/2756742160743458881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-view-of-live-earth-i-am-only-one-but.html' title='Life, as a boat on the seas'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-7770666108504882586</id><published>2007-06-29T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:51:19.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Power of Probability&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you flip a coin for say, a thousand times, how many times will you get heads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;500 times&lt;/strong&gt; ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it &lt;strong&gt;50%&lt;/strong&gt; of the time that you will get heads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you could say that, "oh one face of the coin has the equal large area as the other face of the coin, hence half the time it's heads and the other half, it's tails."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then... the edge of the coin has a significant surface area too, about 10% of the total surface area of the coin. So wouldn't you expect like about 100 out of 1000 times to result in "edge"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheheh so you're not very sure now right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisely. You don't know because &lt;strong&gt;there is no &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to probability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how is it than a flip of a coin, which seemingly gives a random result each toss, is taken over by probability when done a significant number of times? And no matter where on earth in whichever country you toss the coin, probablity controls it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't stop your pondering at the coin flips. Probability controls so many other things, at home, in your country, in the world, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN THE UNIVERSE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pretty omnipotent huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Power of Probability&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-7770666108504882586?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/7770666108504882586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/7770666108504882586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/06/power-of-probability-you-know-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-9207282433347491622</id><published>2007-06-25T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T17:47:21.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I was in Myanmar, I spent two days and two nights at the village by the name of Daidanaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival at the village, the people warmly recieved us and all. Well Myanmar (once known as Burma) used to be a colony of Britain, so the adults is their 50s and 60s could speak english rather well. The youth on the other hand were not as fluent. So when we first met the youth, we had introductions and they would ask us this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Are you happy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they would continue to ask this during the subesequent days of our residence at the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it was kind of odd a question to ask and so being the foooool that i am, i thought, "Hmm odd question... How come they don't ask 'how are you?' instead? Maybe it's cause' their english isn't so good eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true reason, as i found out, is because one of the principles the people in the village of Daidanaw lived by is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BE HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, thinking of it, it makes more sense to me to ask "are you happy?" rather than "how are you?" because it gets the person thinking, "Am i really happy? Otherwise, why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "how are you?" would probably invoke a "fine" or an "okay" without the person giving much thought to it, or it would elicit a response of having some problems, talking a little about it, then just leaving it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas so try asking "are you happy?" the next time round instead of "how are you?"... if you dare. Otherwise, well just ask yourself the question occasionally la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-9207282433347491622?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/9207282433347491622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/9207282433347491622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-i-was-in-myanmar-i-spent-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-3349488521009372954</id><published>2007-06-24T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T17:35:18.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like the Singapore Changi Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my kindergarten and primary school days, my siblings and i would play there a lot. My dad went overseas quite a bit back then - he still does now - and so we would meet him at the airport whenever he returned to Singapore. And well the big open spaces around the arrival belt area is a really great place to run for the 3 noisy and active kids. I remember that we would run quite a stretch of the airport terminal, be it T1 or T2. My parents told me once that trips to the airport were always tiring because chasing after us when it was time to go home was real work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The airport also holds memories, of seeing family come and go, of the amazement for the warm, gentle feeling the airport gave, and of the time i spent there having fun. By the way, the MacDonald's there is (was, i haven't been there in some time) a real nice place! On hindsight, many of those memories are nice but sad because they have passed. But i'll see more of the airport again someday soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a small note, i really wouldn't mind working there in the future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-3349488521009372954?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/3349488521009372954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/3349488521009372954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-like-singapore-changi-airport.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-796329324818614904</id><published>2007-06-22T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T04:06:37.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you know what it's like to suddenly see the path in your life ahead so clearly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like i was thinking with the wisdom of a much older me, like enlightenment to know what needs be done. But then it was only a short-lived thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Rishi, what was it that u thought was the reason why i blogged? Cause' i really can't think of any except that i felt like it, hee. And to Anna, i wasn't there cause' i'm not in the odac anymore. A hardworking slacker i will be. Thank yous very much Iqbal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-796329324818614904?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/796329324818614904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/796329324818614904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/06/do-you-know-what-its-like-to-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-1064799817038418312</id><published>2007-06-10T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T00:27:52.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When life gives you lemons, makan time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoildays have been, busy.&lt;br /&gt;I watched PotC, haha goooods show.&lt;br /&gt;5 days of scouts' camp at the start if the month as a venture. Ohh I realised how much i miss camp life! So much to talk about to some people, and so many things to do. For me it was also kind of... slaaack hurhur. But caught the flu from some sickly camp participant on the last day. HAIYOZ.&lt;br /&gt;Then with the ventures again, some night hike around singapore. Heh each checkpoint was a makan joint so eat all night, and then ending at ECP to watch sunrise. Hmm then breakfast after at BK...&lt;br /&gt;Attended a cool traditional malay wedding today. They gave untraditional M&amp;Ms to kids though, and one lady thinks I'm a kid. Hey i'm not complaining, sweets are sweets. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to myanmar soon for... 9 days i think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to study. Haiz talking about it makes me anxious. I want to procrastinate and yet I'm unhappy doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Geez I'm a lousy procrastinator!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-1064799817038418312?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/1064799817038418312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/1064799817038418312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-life-gives-you-lemons-eat-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-6985444926381575652</id><published>2007-05-16T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T01:20:36.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyz i just want to say that i'm going to take a break from blogging like i've done a few times in the life of my blog. So please don't spend your time and click my link anymore wherever you may see it okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yup and i also want to say this, very very important:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember okays?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-6985444926381575652?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6985444926381575652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6985444926381575652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/05/heyz-i-just-want-to-say-that-im-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-4961275111941938046</id><published>2007-05-11T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T01:36:29.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah okay okay i'll blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you say i philosophize quite a lot. Haha my response is this:&lt;br /&gt;"Small minds discuss people, mediocre minds discuss events, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;great minds discuss ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a great mind. Muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then "self praise is no praise, only utter disgrace".&lt;br /&gt;Haha bleah X__x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For like the past month or so, my msn nick was little great one. Some have asked why it's my nick. Well to clarify, it's because that's what my name means. Haha darren means little great one! Oh yeah. The origin is gaelic, some archaic language from Scotland i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep eat repeat. Best example ever. Please follow suit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-4961275111941938046?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/4961275111941938046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/4961275111941938046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/05/wah-okay-okay-ill-blog-some-of-you-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-6135576023789141332</id><published>2007-04-30T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:50:04.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like the some of the times when i sit down by myself and go into thought about things that happen. But sometimes, i think i think too much. And i think too deep. And i think too negatively. And i think i'm paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk tsk. Not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stick by the fact that i wouldn't know until i actually know. Meaning that i shouldn't guess too much and wait to know for sure. Well i will try to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While talking to yahui today, she told me to take life slowly. Thanks for the reminder =) Aiyo i've told so many people so many times this year to take things slowly, but somehow i didn't remember to do it myself. X__x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-6135576023789141332?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6135576023789141332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6135576023789141332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-like-some-of-times-when-i-sit-down-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-6451988736247163864</id><published>2007-04-28T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:35:22.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brother was watching Disney's The Lion King 2 from a CD this morning when i woke up. I joined him. This show is the sequel and is about reunion of the families of Mufasa and Scar. It reminded me of when i was younger and watched Disney cartoon movies more often. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today i was thinking, we all experience troubles and worries. Why? Because we care about these things and bother to make sure they go along right. Lets say for studies, you wouldn't be stressed by it if you really couldn't care any less, would you? So the simple reason why we are troubled at times is because we give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that you should heck care everything to clear your problems. I'm saying the exact opposite, and that it's good that you care enough to go bother about and try to solve whatever troubles you. Well if you did have the "forget about it" mindset, change it, because it just means you're running away from problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think the more difficulties you see in the world, the more perfect you become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analogies:&lt;br /&gt;- The more you plough and dig the ground the more fertile it becomes.&lt;br /&gt;- The more you cut branches of a tree the higher and stonger it grows.&lt;br /&gt;- The more you put the gold in the fire the purer it becomes.&lt;br /&gt;- The more you sharpen steel by grinding the better it cuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore the more sorrows you see in the world, the more perfect you become. Well no one is perfect, but we can work towards it. It's more like, striving for excellence. So even though i'm your friend (i hope XD) and i wish for you the very best, i'm glad you have sorrows. Kind of strange hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah so many of you tagged, and so as not to spam my tagboard with my replies, they'll be here in chrono order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;petrina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; aha thanks. why u laugh so hysterically on tags? scary seh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ali:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; aiyo wats wrong with being englishy? and ya ur photos do have lots of similarities. haha but there's nothing wrong with dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ziv:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;yay for escape artists (aka slackers!) uh oh, but dat doesnt suit ur title of being president of the N club...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sa~*:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;thank you! u were talking abt running and all and i decided to write it. inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;soleil:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;yeah i've seen ur results. great cousin minds think much alike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;joanne:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;ohh no we're completely divergent souls! lol. glad to have you as a friend =) yeah i refuse to be brainwashed spammerz' spoutings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sinyean:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;aha hello. nice to have u around, come visit often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;yahui:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;argh my dad or my mum?! headache seh... i refuse to be confused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;angel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 0.o?!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;lol ryan. so WTF. hahaha wats up man? hope ur still sane nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;kinky:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;damn i bet ur dom. nabei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;joseph:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;many hellos qwerty one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-6451988736247163864?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6451988736247163864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6451988736247163864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-brother-was-watching-disneys-lion.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-2106128121686039871</id><published>2007-04-24T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:32:46.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A swift lift of the toes&lt;br /&gt;Completes with a soft land on the heel&lt;br /&gt;Focus and speed blend together&lt;br /&gt;For balance of strength and skill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His breaths are long and deep&lt;br /&gt;His strides - far and wide&lt;br /&gt;People cheer and cameras flash&lt;br /&gt;As through the air the athlete glides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay my poem!&lt;br /&gt;Aiya i think the last line should be&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;As through the air the &lt;del&gt;athlete&lt;/del&gt; ODACer glides."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DNA thing i decided to try! Quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="widget" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" width="340" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" enablejavascript="false" quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-78BCAFD1.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_7A214ED3.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_6E5372F4.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1CC3FA29.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A0F44BD.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1AF7A965.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_71114A35.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6EAA4FA9.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7BA2BE9F.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-4C129B25.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_494EB337.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-31AF758B.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_4F9C0EDC.jpeg&amp;amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=EASY RIDER &amp;amp;lovelabel=HOME SOUL&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;amp;habitslabel=JUNKIE MONKEY&amp;uid=238026-6fb6&amp;amp;srv=iwebcl4"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: rgb(150,150,150) 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; WIDTH: 340px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 25px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=238026-6fb6&amp;amp;srv=iwebcl4"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;color:#cccccc;"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/"&gt;Get your own VisualDNA™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-2106128121686039871?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/2106128121686039871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/2106128121686039871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/04/swift-lift-of-toes-ends-with-soft-land.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-658726400075555238</id><published>2007-04-21T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T20:20:48.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First event of the day in the morning was the ODAC heritage hunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's something like an amazing race thing which ODAC had. We ran around the south eastern part of Singapore along some heritage trail to look for answers to questions at checkpoints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it all, Mr Isaac Lim gave a debrief, like he usually does for all the ODAC activities. And hey this time, he said something which struck me. He said "Something something... life is often unfair, but it's this which makes life interesting..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for different people different words would matter, and it was these words which mattered for me. What i got from them was, "Life throws all this bullshit at you for a reason - to let you grow, change and become better. It prevents you from stagnating." I'm glad for some of the trials i have faced, because it has made me who i am today and not a lesser me. Now that i think of it, i'd rather face as much crap as i can handle now in my life, get through it and learn from it so that next time, i'll be a better prepared person for more of the nonsense which life can give at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah everyone, keep charging on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-658726400075555238?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/658726400075555238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/658726400075555238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-event-of-day-in-morning-was-odac.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-1665805866142341652</id><published>2007-04-20T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:48:44.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah... i ran my 2.4 time trials with ODAC this morning and i have to say that i am an accomplished man. 9mins and 37secs, even i'm surprised. Next step, even faster. Muahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bio lecture this morning was cancelled because all the J1 girls had a uniform check and Mr Bala said something along the lines of "what the heck, forget it today la." I'm not complaining - more cards playing time. Yeah the people from 30 rock! Both those who were from 24 as well as those who were from elsewhere who are now in 30! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And crap la, of all days, today must be the day where i pon econs lecture and get caught. Well extra homework for me as a consequence. So sian. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ODAC training today, guys had to carry 18kg of stuff to go trek to toa payoh and climb buildings there. Girls had a little less load - 12kg. Well 3 sets of 40 storeys. Nearly killed me. Step by step, step by step, step by step. I've got aching shoulders as a result. But still, it was okay la. My thanks to timothy and ryan who lent me 10kg of weights and a backpack respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are trying times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The more i see, the less i know&lt;br /&gt;The more i'd like to let it go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-1665805866142341652?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/1665805866142341652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/1665805866142341652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-961216581807672781</id><published>2007-04-17T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T19:28:15.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now i really want to say something about my life, or something funny, or pop some idea out of my head into this post. But there's no mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-961216581807672781?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/961216581807672781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/961216581807672781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/04/now-i-really-want-to-say-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-7558744116102402820</id><published>2007-04-12T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:05:54.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really really enjoy bio lectures nowadays. Well i kind of always have. Nice LT. It's the coldest one, plus the chairs and tables are so smooth and nice. Mr Bala is also fun. Today Rishi and Dom were beside me. Was talking cock and bullshitting once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Does "bullshitting" have two "t"s or one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1T28, there's a powerful comittee known as the Slackers' Club. No chairperson, no secretary, no presenter, no treasurer. Nope, no such posts. All the members are what?&lt;br /&gt;Time keepers.&lt;br /&gt;Yups, we watch the time to see when lessons end, when it'll be break, how to plan our activities and when the teacher will come. We're good time keepers.&lt;br /&gt;We even have a trademark - bread and nutella. Well we make and eat so much of it in class that it's nearly become our official activity.&lt;br /&gt;So who are the privileged members of this club, highly coveted by all?&lt;br /&gt;None other than Dominic, Gabriel and I.&lt;br /&gt;Yes people, go green with envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the famous words of Mr Isaac Lim, "Joking, but seriously."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-7558744116102402820?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/7558744116102402820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/7558744116102402820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-really-really-enjoy-bio-lectures.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-5887511139498969896</id><published>2007-04-09T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:08:32.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday there was some yeomen's service at the Track &amp; Field Nationals with ODAC!&lt;br /&gt;So well cip began with everyone helping out with the hurdle races first, then separating later to do other things after the the hurdle events had concluded. Some of the hurdlers really are insane runners. With the hurdles in place, they finish 400m in less than a minute. What if they actually sprinted without any obstacles?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was my job? I, along with Hong Taa, were specially handpicked to serve drinks. How helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArpVn1zuWG8/RhoQRJMNw-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cx1W2cjcLNE/s1600-h/HPIM0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArpVn1zuWG8/RhoQRJMNw-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cx1W2cjcLNE/s320/HPIM0046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051367818760405986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awe in our drinks-serving prowess!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's today.&lt;br /&gt;Today was Be Busy &amp; Feel Scared Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODAC selection results were expected today but the day passed and it didn't come. There was a 3 page letter from Mr Lim about June XP though. Anxiety!&lt;br /&gt;I had an econs test earlier too. Jeez H2 econs. Come on full marks!&lt;br /&gt;Joking, i'm looking forward to getting my script back with the remarks, &lt;font color="#FFFF33"&gt;"Someone passed this test, and it's you! Well done!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's always the chem CA tomorrow...*sniggers*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and sorry soleil here's the blogthings test:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 50% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal enough to know that you're weird...&lt;br /&gt;But too damn weird to do anything about it!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-5887511139498969896?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5887511139498969896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5887511139498969896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday-was-some-yeomanship-at-track.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArpVn1zuWG8/RhoQRJMNw-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cx1W2cjcLNE/s72-c/HPIM0046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-5960131704704918373</id><published>2007-04-04T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T22:28:07.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Considering we're studying functions, here's something.&lt;br /&gt;I hope your Amaths is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Friday evening and f(x)=x decided to throw a party for his fellow functions. Within the hour, the room was filled. f(x)=x+1 was chatting up the curvaceous f(x)=sin x in a corner while f(x)=1/x and f(x)=1/x^2 entered a drinking contest with near-infinite amounts of beer, ignoring the concerned comments that their limits were zero; they were soon carted off to a hospital. However, in this vivacious and chaotic atmosphere f(x)=x saw f(x)=e^x alone in a corner, differentiating himself from the crowd. Slightly tipsy, f(x)=x stumbled over to his friend and asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey you, why don't you integrate yourself with the crowd?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f(x)=e^x threw a dark glare at f(x)=x and then sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know it won't make any difference."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-5960131704704918373?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5960131704704918373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5960131704704918373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/04/considering-were-studying-functions.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-1594093290992738055</id><published>2007-04-01T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T01:57:15.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all! I watched Con Fuoco V earlier in the night. That means yesterday, argh look at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;font color="#FF9933"&gt;SUPPORT RISHIKESH RAJENDRA NAIDU&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey i mean it wholeheartedly okay?&lt;br /&gt;I even got my sister to buy tickets and ask her friend to go...&lt;br /&gt;Well actually she needed it for some NJ arts appreciation thing.&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy, alicia, eirene, yahui and chang yong went too. Not to forget karjun who i also met in the PAC. Yay alicia came back! But then she was complaining horribly that timothy and i weren't talking to her. Lol alicia! So sorry i didn't bid you farewell. I couldnt find you when i had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One note: My class won 6th place for X-campus. OWNAGE!&lt;br /&gt;Runners are as follows,&lt;br /&gt;1st runner: dominic&lt;br /&gt;2nd runner: joel&lt;br /&gt;3rd runner: eirene&lt;br /&gt;4th runner: YOURS TRULY&lt;br /&gt;UNSTOPPABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question: What did the 0 say to the 8?&lt;br /&gt;Highlight below if you want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Nice belt.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-1594093290992738055?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/1594093290992738055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/1594093290992738055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-all-i-watched-con-fuoco-v-earlier.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-5144220525713456249</id><published>2007-03-29T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T01:08:12.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My cousin tagged me and im going to HAVE TO do this post.&lt;br /&gt;What's it about? Announce to all 5 weird things about myself.&lt;br /&gt;Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I talk to myself. Never seen me do it before? Well of course i don't talk to myself around others! At least it's not as though i ask myself questions and then reply to those questions in the second person. That's 100% siao already. Its more of monologuing. But hey, come on, i'm sure you all talk to yourselves, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I like the colour purple. Weird? i dun think so lor. But then there are always people to whom gay and purple are synonyms. Geez, alright i fully accept the fact that the homosexual colour purple has washed my brains so badly with its gayness that now i am gay and i am attracted to males. Zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I sing to myself, quite a bit. Not hum, sing. I sing on the bus, when slacking, in tutorials, in the shower (man can't believe i'm saying this). Like monologuing, i don't do it around others if they're in earshot range or if they are talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There's a birthmark of the back of my left hand. It's not really weird, more of a peculiarity. Usually birthmarks would fade away and disappear by the time you've lived 17 years, but mine's still here! Well my grandmother once told me that it's my late grandfather's thumbprint because i'm the eldest son in the family, extended family included. And hey, the birthmark quite fits the shape and size of a thumbprint! (Note: my grandfather passed away when my father was in his early 20s, so we've never met.) So i don't know the truth in it la, i just know it's useful when i forget which is my right hand and which is my left. (birthmark = left) Yupps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm good friends with Rishi. Pretty self explanatory huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-5144220525713456249?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5144220525713456249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5144220525713456249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-cousin-tagged-me-and-im-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-8644885195959043503</id><published>2007-03-24T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T01:41:35.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;People can be unreasonable, illogical and self-centred,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are kind, people will accuse you of having selfish, ulterior motives,&lt;br /&gt;Be kind anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are successful, you will gain some false friends and some true enemies,&lt;br /&gt;Succeed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you,&lt;br /&gt;Be honest and frank anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you spend years building, someone can destroy overnight,&lt;br /&gt;Build anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find serenity and happiness, people may become jealous,&lt;br /&gt;Be happy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Do good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you have, and it may not be enough,&lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you've got anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, in the final analysis,&lt;br /&gt;It's between you and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was never between you and them anyway...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something a friend sent me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-8644885195959043503?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/8644885195959043503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/8644885195959043503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/03/people-can-be-unreasonable-illogical.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-8397553606811334413</id><published>2007-03-21T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T05:46:07.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was, varied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODAC level run in the morning. I was supposed to run 15 rounds, but stopped at the 6th. Haiz felt like crap because i didn't finish. Sian i had stomachache and slipped, fell and grazed my knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in class for PW, Mr Lee talked about it and how there'd be so much work involved, plus more pressure from the other subjects. So demoralizing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmate gabriel was also kind of down because he prefers to stay in YJC but his parents rather he'd be in CJ. He said he misses his friends there. I know how he feels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came ODAC training. Phew major relief of the day. Firstly cuz i got to go to 1T30 to play cards before training, so fun to talk to the 30ers la. Secondly, i liked training, even if it was a long 10km jog. Got to talk a lot of nonsense during the run. Yayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ODAC, i went to eat dinner for a short while with karjun, david, dom, and howfeng at Shaw Plaza's KFC. Relaxing. Plus Shaw Plaza is just a short walk from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my mum's giving me problems. Don't use the internet, don't blog, don't chat. Aiya why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought i had, i think when you get too attached to things (people, money...), you tend to screw it up. So i guess the challenge is to appreciate everything and attach yourself to nothing. Think about it =) Kind of makes sense right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-8397553606811334413?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/8397553606811334413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/8397553606811334413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/03/wah-today-was-varied.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-3620809066299030511</id><published>2007-03-18T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T13:39:33.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Melancholy no more"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this quote from my cousin. Heh seems like i'm stealing quite a lot of ideas from her nowadays. But then maybe it's because she's trying to look on the bright side of life, always. I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh i'm revisiting the mood swings part of adolescence. Miserable the first time it came around, hopefully it's easier this time. Ahhh the heaviness sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness be gone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i'll wake up better. Hey i'm determined on doing this know... Bleah but how? dunno lol =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-3620809066299030511?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/3620809066299030511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/3620809066299030511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/03/melancholy-no-more-i-stole-this-quote.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-384595466644008902</id><published>2007-03-16T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T20:55:48.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sit at home and wonder what to do at times. Can't really go out much because i've already gone out too much this week.&lt;br /&gt;I miss school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siao right?!&lt;br /&gt;Well i miss talking to friends face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should do work and study to pass my time. At least it'll help me catch up, but then studying now is quite unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;I want to study and yet i don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of dumb dilemma is that?!&lt;br /&gt;Well it's my dumb dilemma. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah nowadays i really have no life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling down. I like being a teenager, but this part of being one is urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret is painful. I really should have gone for the march xp. I wish i was able to convince my parents earlier to allow me to return to CJ. People say, "Learn from your mistakes." What can i learn form this? Dunno, someone tell me please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday, i hope to get to 1T28, and i hope for many a good things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You can only get stronger" - my cousin's dragonboat captain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-384595466644008902?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/384595466644008902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/384595466644008902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-sit-at-home-and-wonder-what-to-do-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-2428557537497281845</id><published>2007-03-15T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T01:30:11.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh no going for the scouts camp made me lag from the outside world... I just heard so many revelations. But that's besides the point. I got to know them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What cca am i going to join in CJ? I want to go back to odac, but what if mr lim doesnt want me? And plus i've missed the first expedition. Wah lao eh, im lagging in so many aspects, incluing fitness. But i still want odac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whine whine whine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Drop me a tag if you're here, i need to feed my ego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-2428557537497281845?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/2428557537497281845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/2428557537497281845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-no-going-for-scouts-camp-made-me-lag.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-8462814363083662036</id><published>2007-03-13T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T02:28:49.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long and windy road that leads back to the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a CJCian again! So many upsides (SEEING 1T24!), however there's one downside: Havent bought my uniform yet and i have to go to a shop in faraway tanjong pagar to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did i get back into CJ?&lt;br /&gt;The CJ secretary called me on monday morning and asked for my final decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#9900CC"&gt;"Eh boy, u still want to come back CJ or not?!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF9933"&gt;"Excuse me ma'am, but i believe u called me up on friday and told me i had to decide by then..."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#9900CC"&gt;"Aiya no la no la bluff u onli one larhz."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF9933"&gt;"Thank you so much."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so by this miracle im back in CJC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat Sun Mon and Tue - Scouts jobweek camp&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha being a venture is damn nice la. So much work is replaced by a lesser load. And then it pulls me out from the rest of the world to return back to SJI where it feels nice and comforable. Joy! Only sometimes when the venture leaders want to make life difficult does being a venture get sian. But then in the end it's easier because the other ventures make life bearable. Less stress = Better mood. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-8462814363083662036?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/8462814363083662036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/8462814363083662036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/03/long-and-windy-road-dat-leads-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-7184840000287253171</id><published>2007-03-09T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T20:25:32.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Yesterday 8th Mar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ponned school! I dont want to go SA.&lt;br /&gt;My mum was all about appeals so in the morning we went to make 4 appeals. The TJ appeal was already closed so that makes 3 effective appeals - NJ, AJ and CJ.&lt;br /&gt;CJ was the last school i went to appeal to and i got my mum to let me stay for the rest of the day. Yayness!&lt;br /&gt;Going back to CJ was like a dream. Filling in the CJ appeal form just felt so nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;I went to wander the school after submitting the form. The 1st person i saw from 1t24 was Anabelle. Was so glad to see her lor. I miss the class again! She told me the class was appealing to stay together so i went to look for the others to maybe add my name to the list. Saw a group of 4 eating in the canteen - Jonathan, Rishi, Timothy and Eirene. They told me the form had been submitted already. Aiya.&lt;br /&gt;The 4 of them were great hosts for the rest of the day. We were joined by Dominic, Elton, Jiayii, Yahui and Chang Yong at one time or another. We played cards and talked crap for the whole afternoon la. Sian or fun? Both la both.&lt;br /&gt;I went for the appeal interview on the same day as the submission. Cool right? Whats better is that Bro Paul accepted me! Aiya but then my parents want me to go AJ so i have to wait for the AJ appeal results. AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;For finale night, i crashed iqa, the pink arabian elephant house! Someone smuggled for me the iqa house members' paparazzi. Wah then for the last dance, i dunno how to dance half the steps cuz they were new lor. So i just pretended to know. x)&lt;br /&gt;Then we went out for supper after at koufu in TP. Yay unforgettable fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today 9th Mar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is damn sian. The AJ principal today then only reviewing all the appeals. The CJ secretary called around 3pm and she said i have to decide by today whether i want to go CJ because she cant hold the place for me for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5.13pm, i lost my place in CJ...&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/32717907-7184840000287253171?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/7184840000287253171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/7184840000287253171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesterday-8th-mar-i-ponned-school-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-4349843392806941931</id><published>2007-03-06T07:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T10:23:45.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its posting day. What does it mean? It means tommorrow i'll have to go to a new school. Oh and it also means i have no school today.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether to be happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've mostly gotten over missing 1T24, my 2nd favourite class thus far. But then they'll always be etched in memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for karjun to sign in now. Maybe later we'll get to go out somewhere to slack. SLACK, my favourite hobby. I hope we both end up in some nice slack jc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to john, how come you never go online huh? Stop slacking la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-4349843392806941931?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/4349843392806941931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/4349843392806941931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-posting-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-6182619821837276075</id><published>2007-03-03T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T02:28:52.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiya, so stupid. i jus let my classmate confuse me, then reorganise my thoughts, then mix me up all over again. bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-6182619821837276075?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6182619821837276075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6182619821837276075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/03/aiya-so-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-3435580976342765792</id><published>2007-03-03T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T00:40:16.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>class outing after school! aha ponned the last tutorial of the day. lunch, play pool, then have dinner, then arcade until 10pm. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1t24 rocks my socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember having so much fun while playing with my class. i enjoyed the company of everybody. it was so comforting to know that these people are my friends, people that i could tell ALMOST anything. and then when we had to leave, i just felt a bit sad, maybe because of regret. regret that i could have spoken more to my friends, could have laughed a bit more to make things more memorable. boy i hate regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much fun, but i have to leave cjc. no more 1t24, no more cards sessions, no more 'well done'. just no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-3435580976342765792?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/3435580976342765792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/3435580976342765792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/03/class-outing-after-school-aha-ponned.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-6338621502252384005</id><published>2007-03-01T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T18:31:27.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish life was easy, but it isnt. need the hard experiences to learn and grow. or maybe, life is indeed easy if you learn to play the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to learn to play the game of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes things are uncertain. in fact, many times things are uncertain. how annoying it is to know that you don't know. bro mike and bro paul both said that the only things in life that are certain are death and taxes. what they said is true i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want certainty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm glad i've made it to 17 years. 17 years of experience, 17 years of knowledge, 17 years of wisdom. eh 17 years is a long time you know.&lt;br /&gt;But then it was 17 years of nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah crap, its still a long way to go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-6338621502252384005?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6338621502252384005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/6338621502252384005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-wish-life-was-easy-but-it-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-5472332857928192221</id><published>2007-02-27T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T17:15:09.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>looking at my past posts, i really thought that i should just shut up. honestly. too bratty, talk so much nonsense. and some more the previous posts were just last year's. X_x&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'm still like who i was, and i like who i am, mostly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad to leave CJ.&lt;br /&gt;going to miss 1T24.&lt;br /&gt;going to miss ODAC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;going to miss my friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope the destination's SA...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes some thoughts are hard to simplify and put aside. having some of those now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-5472332857928192221?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5472332857928192221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/5472332857928192221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2007/02/looking-at-my-past-posts-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-116076323557166011</id><published>2006-10-14T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T17:14:14.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom kills::</title><content type='html'>Later today (technically since this is early in the morning), im going for the CJC open house! then SAJC, then NJC, then AJC, then no more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, i remember from a Horrble Science book that nitrous oxide (N&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;O), can make you feel relaxed and then laugh uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-116076323557166011?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/116076323557166011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/116076323557166011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2006/10/boredom-kills.html' title='Boredom kills::'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-115703715615534820</id><published>2006-08-31T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T11:24:47.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's Day!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo, Happy Teacher's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's concert was kinda pale in last year's one lor. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly went to play lan with my class, but we didnt go since some ppl pontang'ed' a SS sbq test we had today. ended up with a divided class and some ppl already dunno go where after the test. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to St. Michael's today with shih hoong and abt 8 other michaelians.&lt;br /&gt;Something big happened. Cant say much. Only can say that it involved St Pat's and nearly involved the police.&lt;br /&gt;Well thats it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say may be used against you in the court of law."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-115703715615534820?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/115703715615534820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/115703715615534820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/teachers-day.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-115674754564563879</id><published>2006-08-28T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T14:51:50.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEOPETS</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- NeoBadge Code starts here - get your Neopet at http://www.neopets.com --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align=center width=80 border=0 cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height=80&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.neopets.com/refer.phtml?username=elvenglade' target='_top'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.neopets.com/pets/80by80/buzz_green_happy.gif'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height=20&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.neopets.com/refer.phtml?username=elvenglade' target='_top'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.neopets.com/badges/badge_footer1.gif' width=80 height=20 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- NeoBadge Code ends here --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, i play neopets... see?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-115674754564563879?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/115674754564563879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/115674754564563879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/neopets.html' title='NEOPETS'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-115633356006074895</id><published>2006-08-23T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:48:58.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life today</title><content type='html'>i cannot use msn. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;i feel i didnt do up to standard for oral. humph.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wat i wanna do when i grow up. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;my internet connection is slow. geez.&lt;br /&gt;my studying is even slower. tssssk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM STILL HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;       =)&lt;br /&gt;see?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-115633356006074895?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/115633356006074895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/115633356006074895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-today.html' title='life today'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-115608906467623288</id><published>2006-08-20T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T23:59:25.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MSN mayhem</title><content type='html'>oh screw the last lines of my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something has happened to my msn account. whenever i sign in, i cant see anyone online. furthermore, i cant change my msn nick or the display msg. how annoying. can someone tell me how to fix it? i noe the problem is not with the msn messenger programme cuz my sis can still sign in and her account is in the state of normalcy.&lt;br /&gt;well, at least i can still check my email account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay 3 weeks to prelims! 1 week for math, 1 for science, and 1 for humanities. manifique!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-115608906467623288?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/115608906467623288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/115608906467623288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/msn-mayhem.html' title='MSN mayhem'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32717907.post-115557102024183940</id><published>2006-08-15T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T16:39:57.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog rebuilt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have no idea why im back in the blogosphere, it's actually pretty waste time. but lets face it... blogging's fun. well, to a certain extent. Truth is, i'm blogging again cuz i'm goin to leave SJI and i wanna remain in contact with the sec 4 scouts, both from year 2006 and 2007.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyways, my tagboard is the same old one! the one that was left untagged for dunno how many months and now reminds me of the clock at the Hiroshima train station after the atomic bomb. i think the bomb was 'little boy' and was dropped by the enola gay on dunno something something date, 1963, no? see, i need to study.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i won't be blogging in upcoming days cuz there's prelims to study for, and then the Os.&lt;br /&gt;sleepy, bye. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32717907-115557102024183940?l=som1unoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/115557102024183940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32717907/posts/default/115557102024183940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som1unoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-rebuilt.html' title='Blog rebuilt!'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476168421827735573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
