<?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-4312264018668239099</id><updated>2011-09-19T08:42:04.669-07:00</updated><category term='Boys Before Flowers'/><category term='F1 race; Physics SPA'/><category term='A Coward'/><category term='Harsh Judgement'/><title type='text'>my daily rants and rhapsody</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</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>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-70910795159882774</id><published>2010-02-25T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T06:36:42.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Self-Doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was clouded with self-doubt during the last floorball training. I understand that it is a niche cca in the school. I just was'nt prepared and did'nt know it was going to take a toll on me. When I was singled out for not holding the stick properly, I felt lousy. A million emotions ran through my mine. The same question that have been bugging me during the past training felt almost palpable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;''What am I doing here?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did'nt like floorball in the first place. I am trying to give my best and with confidence running low in the last training, I swear it affected my playing. I kept shooting blanks, way off the goalpost. Everytime the ball came to me, my first instinct is always to kick the ball. Not hit it with a stick. Oh gawd. I need to improve my hand-eye coordination. I would have loved to use hand-feet coordination. Self-doubt was clouding me whole and I stood no chance in its magnificent, almost strangling hold on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed. I felt so weak. Mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to prove myself in the next training. Oh gawd. Saturday got match. Where was mercy when you need it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can someone's anger be...&lt;em&gt;endearing&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-70910795159882774?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/70910795159882774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=70910795159882774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/70910795159882774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/70910795159882774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2010/02/self-doubt-i-was-clouded-with-self.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-7405991729425860094</id><published>2010-01-07T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T07:13:37.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;You know that I could use somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results came much sooner than expected. Its next Monday. I feel so emotionally fragile right now these few days that the littlest of things can set me in an emotional frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shut myself from the world at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People if you can see or infer that results are not up to expectations, dun ask because you want to know. Ask because you care. There are those who especially like to ask people how much they scored. And &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ironically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; they always ask those who they presume are weaker than them. So by knowing and making the person acknowledge the fact that they are weaker gives these horrid people feel better about themselves. Others just want satisfaction that they beaten their bitter rivals in terms of academics. Horrid people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not cry because its over. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;because it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the results on Monday, what will be will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-7405991729425860094?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7405991729425860094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=7405991729425860094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/7405991729425860094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/7405991729425860094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-know-that-i-could-use-somebody.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-1027079745585731589</id><published>2009-12-02T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T05:37:42.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey you! The stupid one! Why dream so big when you might not achieve them? Know your limits. When you cannot reach your goals, are you going to crash and burn?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I got your attention, perhaps some of you are feeling insecure about yourself. Be in in looks, academics or ambitions. Ever experience that you want to achieve something and someone tells you straight to you face that you simply can't that you think too much of yourself to think you can achieve such things? That is how I feel right now. I am already clouded with so much self doubt. I did not ask for any encouragement neither did I expect any. Discouraged. I don't think people understand or would understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You may say that I'm a dreamer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm not the only one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope someday you'll join us &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the world will be as one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to salvage every ounce of courage and self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-1027079745585731589?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1027079745585731589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=1027079745585731589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1027079745585731589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1027079745585731589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-you-stupid-one-why-dream-so-big.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-5970970618503269007</id><published>2009-11-25T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:07:22.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The reason I choose not to become one because I do not want to put myself in a position where I am judged and make myself clouded with self doubt. That I am not good enough. That I just could not cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the last to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little more humanity please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-5970970618503269007?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5970970618503269007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=5970970618503269007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/5970970618503269007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/5970970618503269007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/11/reason-i-choose-not-to-become-one.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-2531044657079317591</id><published>2009-11-24T01:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:19:48.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We Were'nt Born To Follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-2531044657079317591?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2531044657079317591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=2531044657079317591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/2531044657079317591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/2531044657079317591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-werent-born-to-follow.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-3565728622682735164</id><published>2009-11-17T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:29:56.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/jump%20for%20joy" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 112px; HEIGHT: 99px" height="127" alt="jump for joy Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp27/nylon_icons/jumper.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;O levels is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Indulge myself with lots of computer and television. Namely, watched episodes of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Legend of the Seeker&lt;/span&gt; and a couple of movies and dramas &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Mentalist&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; want to buy the book by Terry Goodkind Wizard's First Rule of which the Legend of the Seeker is based on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wanna run to a cave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have a constant urge to keep on eating. Need to hit the gym real soon. Maybe I should run at the stadium. Going gym makes me nervous. All those really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;muscular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;athletic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ones go there and it always makes me feel like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;skinny wimp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in comparison. Aarg. I need to run.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Richard Cyper!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anticipating New Moon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-3565728622682735164?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3565728622682735164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=3565728622682735164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3565728622682735164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3565728622682735164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-levels-is-officially-over.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-2877966096654693641</id><published>2009-09-19T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T07:05:38.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Liverpool versus West Ham match later. Hoping they win by a huge margin. Torres seems ineffective these days. Perhaps its because so many defenders are marking him since he is one of the most accomplished strikers in the English Premier League. Yossi Benayoun and Dirk Kuyt have been scoring goals. Hoping Rafa would always put these two in the starting team. The absence of Xabi Alonso seems to leave a hole in Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/lee%20min%20ho%20mackerel%20run" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 208px; HEIGHT: 297px" height="472" alt="lee min ho mackerel run Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i611.photobucket.com/albums/tt199/addictedtoLeeMinHo/Mackerel%20Run/CGC6.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lee Min Ho&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Currently watching Mackerel Run starring Lee Min Ho. He very cute in the drama. Teehee. I am watching dramas in the midst of 'O' lvls. I have got to put a stop to this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There is only Chemistry Paper One left next week. Frankly, I am not waiting in anticipation for the results because its going to be very demoralizing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All the more worth fighting for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-2877966096654693641?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2877966096654693641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=2877966096654693641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/2877966096654693641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/2877966096654693641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/09/liverpool-versus-west-ham-match-later.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</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://i611.photobucket.com/albums/tt199/addictedtoLeeMinHo/Mackerel%20Run/th_CGC6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-6746092985906510687</id><published>2009-09-18T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T06:37:01.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Procrastinator's Creed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I believe that if anything is worth doing, it would have been done already.&lt;br /&gt;2. I shall never move quickly, except to avoid more work or find excuses.&lt;a name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I will never rush into a job without a lifetime of consideration.&lt;br /&gt;4. I shall meet all of my deadlines directly in proportion to the amount of bodily injury I could expect to receive from missing them.&lt;br /&gt;5. I firmly believe that tomorrow holds the possibility for new technologies, astounding discoveries, and a reprieve from my obligations.&lt;br /&gt;6. I truly believe that all deadlines are unreasonable regardless of the amount of time given.&lt;br /&gt;7. I shall never forget that the probability of a miracle, though infinitesmally small, is not exactly zero.&lt;br /&gt;8. If at first I don't succeed, there is always next year.&lt;br /&gt;9. I shall always decide not to decide, unless of course I decide to change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;10. I shall always begin, start, initiate, take the first step, and/or write the first word, when I get around to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-6746092985906510687?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6746092985906510687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=6746092985906510687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6746092985906510687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6746092985906510687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/09/procrastinators-creed-1.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-6526725818967274019</id><published>2009-08-31T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T05:52:55.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Teachers Day&lt;/span&gt; to all teachers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would to take this opportunity to thank all the teachers that made an impact on me regardless of the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;magnitude&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I would like to express my &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;heartfelt thoughts&lt;/span&gt;. Let's start with my form and co-form teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr Siau and Mdm Zahara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; having to put up with students like us, 4E5 students are &lt;em&gt;difficult to handle&lt;/em&gt; I must say, and you guys have to have a gargantuan amount of patience not to scream and shout at us. I know we are &lt;em&gt;no angels&lt;/em&gt; (we're more of tykes or like boisterous five-year-olds ). We're kinda sorry that we could not get the i-class awards you guys envisioned for us at the start of the year. We &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt; much than we make you guys &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt;. Mdm Zahara, you have been the nicest and patient teacher to us 4E5. You scolded us&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; tactfully&lt;/span&gt; when we had complaints in our class diary regarding the standard of our cleanliness of the class. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You sincerely care.&lt;/span&gt; I know. Mr Siau, I have not had the chance to thank you for letting me off the hook that time I skipped school to see Torres. ( no regrets there ) Any 'sane' teacher would have done otherwise. Especially since I lied saying I had sore eyes before coming clean. And for that, I am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;. I must say this. You guys are really awesome. And have an awesome Teacher's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu Asnah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Guru daripada semua pelajar Bahasa Melayu Lanjutan daripada Sekolah Menengah Yishun Town. Saya ingin mengucapkan terima kasih kepada cikgu atas tunjuk ajar cikgu. Saya tahu saya kadang-kadang malas nak buat kerja sekolah yang cikgu berikan. Heehee. :) Terima kasih cikgu kerana telah bersusah payah print kertas latihan Anderson untuk kami semua dan tidak meminta apa-apa pun daripada kami. Cikgu power! Sekali lagi, terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miss Kong and Mdm Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! Chemistry and Physics teachers. Thanks Miss Kong for everything you have done for our class. Our class is lazy to the core. I know. But we're trying to change. You are such an inspiration. To sum it up in three words, you are an awesome, dedicated and decisive teacher. Mdm Tan you're exercises are funny. Still, it keeps us awake. You make Physics sound so easy most of the times. Yet, I still struggle to pass. But I know one thing for sure. You'll be there when we need you. For that, thanks. Happy Teachers Day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to let you guys down.&lt;br /&gt;I'll study hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after eating later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And play computer games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my predictable procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-6526725818967274019?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6526725818967274019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=6526725818967274019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6526725818967274019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6526725818967274019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-teachers-day-to-all-teachers-i.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-7954183286296811985</id><published>2009-08-29T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T09:37:07.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do not mistake my supposed indifference for callousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just not sure of what to say or if what I say is judge or misinterpreted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's Day Performance is coming up in two days and there is still cracks here and there in our performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder if you're anger is just a facade. If the world is in the hands of such people like you then the world will be in utter chaos. If you want to do a performance for the teachers to appreciate then you would not have gotten angry over it. Make sense to most people I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-7954183286296811985?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7954183286296811985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=7954183286296811985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/7954183286296811985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/7954183286296811985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-not-mistake-my-supposed-indifference.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-5207360621797462109</id><published>2009-07-17T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:29:43.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; how I say I don't care but those little comments still affect me. Which makes those little comments seems so&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;significant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when they are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; how one can be worth more dead than alive. I am, of course referring to the King of Pop, Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strange&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;how the school expects so much from us when they took so much from us. I am referring to our &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;personal time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Most of us spend almost twelve hours in school. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every A Maths lesson seems like hell to me. That oh so familiar dreaded feeling comes when the maths teacher walks in. Its seems to loom at every corner of the timetable. I feel dazed and confused all the time. Dang this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cadbury Advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 178px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVblWq3tDwY&amp;amp;hl=" width="285" height="178" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is funny and weird. I need laughters these few days. Funny how I can't seem to laugh like I used to these few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-5207360621797462109?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5207360621797462109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=5207360621797462109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/5207360621797462109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/5207360621797462109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/07/strange-how-i-say-i-dont-care-but-those.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-2602482413230501251</id><published>2009-05-28T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:55:13.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/liverpool" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 408px; HEIGHT: 211px" height="292" alt="liverpool Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i652.photobucket.com/albums/uu245/mrstorres9/liverpool.jpg" width="511" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I want to watch them live in Singapore. Dang! I can't buy the tickets. How often do you get to see them coming to Singapore? Sighs. Me and a group of friends planned to go to the airport. I really, really, really want to see them. Ferdinand and Guo Wei say they going. The green monster is swelling inside of me. I am jealous that they going. Arg!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Man U lost to Barcelona. Can't hide my happiness here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I hate that authoritative figure. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tengah tahan barah api yang penuh dengan kebencian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-2602482413230501251?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2602482413230501251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=2602482413230501251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/2602482413230501251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/2602482413230501251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-to-watch-them-live-in-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-6464907236217692108</id><published>2009-05-25T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T00:32:17.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/boys%20before%20flowers" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="216" alt="boys before flowers Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i704.photobucket.com/albums/ww46/koreandramaaddict/24-3.jpg" width="510" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yoon Ji Hoo. (second from the right)&lt;/p&gt;I'm back. After so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had assembly. Horrid remarks were hurled at us. They told us what we were of what was. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Failures.&lt;/span&gt; We can't even be on par with last year batch during mid-year. Basically our results sucked. Alot. Hey, we are already demoralized right here. There is'nt a need to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dampened &lt;/span&gt;our already low spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she was just trying to wake us up from our &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;slumber&lt;/span&gt; that 'o' levels is still so far away. Sighs. She asked why our batch was like that. I came up with a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;possible conclusion&lt;/span&gt; to why we are performing so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak on the behalf of my friends of those I know and agree with reason. The timetable is draining our energy. Our curriculum ends at four-thirty on most days. And that excludes the time we want to meet teachers to clarify our doubts. The extra classes. When we get home, we have to complete our homework and when we want to study or revise, our eyelids tell us they want to close, our brains tell us that they are tired, our body tells us that we need some much needed rest. Our attention span gets lesser with every passing hour in the night when we are revising. To sum it all up, the timetable drains our energy making us very tired when we go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time management. That would be the politically correct term to say about our studying time. That is why we have weekends right? It's to unwind and relax after a chaotic week. Seriously, we're humans right? Like I said before and would say again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is only so much you can stretch a rubber band. It might just snap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, we students complain too much. Maybe this could all be worth it. The timetable could be to our benefit. But then again, there is always two sides to a coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-6464907236217692108?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6464907236217692108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=6464907236217692108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6464907236217692108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6464907236217692108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-6764454692771849869</id><published>2009-05-07T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:07:17.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/boys%20before%20flowers" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 182px" height="200" alt="boys before flowers Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i704.photobucket.com/albums/ww46/koreandramaaddict/6-2.jpg" width="507" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My list of all-time favourite dramas:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. Boys Over Flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. Boys Over Flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3. Boys Over Flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Everything else I have watched or going to watch lands below here. Heehee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yoon Ji Hoo! Gu Jun Pyo! I have been washed by the Korean Dramas wave. Its airing on Channel U in May. I have watched it two times. Planning to catch it again if I change the channel to Channel U. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Between, if it is'nt any obvious, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXAMS is OVER&lt;/span&gt;. Now begins the stressing period over results. I schrewd up A Maths and E Maths Paper Two. I shudder to think about the rest of the subjects.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;With good friends like these, who need enemies? I have not been spending time with friends. Darn those exams. Seriously, exams are just tests, wildly blown out of proportion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-6764454692771849869?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6764454692771849869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=6764454692771849869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6764454692771849869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6764454692771849869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-list-of-all-time-favourite-dramas-1.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-4837312085068386739</id><published>2009-04-19T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:30:39.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read the IN Section in the Straits Times last Tuesday and found out that Singapore students squeeze 42 hours into 24 hours. If that's the case, I think for my school its like 45 hours since our curriculum end later that the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I believe everyone's entitled to their own opinions.&lt;/span&gt; I am not a saint. I can't keep things bottled up and let go just like that. I need to thrash these out sooner or later, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I feel like I am in a different world. I feel left out in their conversations. Language barrier perhaps? Haix. I believe my tolerance level is not that low. I can still&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; live and let live&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. If I bear grudges now and then or take things to heart at the slightest things, the hatred can consume me whole. I know that but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still take your punches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my classroom duty. To the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;max&lt;/span&gt;. I can sweep and everything else but clean the windows with newspapers that are wet? Everyday? Are you kidding? What am I? I presume if those &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;annoying people&lt;/span&gt; were given such duty, they would do it without the slightest grimace? Perhaps not. I am not a spoiled brat like some people I know. Get this straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would do my duty if you ever lift a finger to do manual work and not boss people around. Seriously, it's annoying. That whiney voice of yours telling people to do their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my say in this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-4837312085068386739?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4837312085068386739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=4837312085068386739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/4837312085068386739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/4837312085068386739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-read-in-section-in-straits-times-last.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-7041510420928535137</id><published>2009-04-17T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T06:52:54.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found the transcript to Avatar episodes. There is two scenes I find interesting. Seriously, Zuko has come a long way before becoming Firelord. Kudos to this website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avatarspiritmedia.net/transcripts.php"&gt;http://www.avatarspiritmedia.net/transcripts.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zuko:&lt;/span&gt; First of all, in Ba Sing Se, it was Azula who took down the Avatar, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Fire Lord Ozai:&lt;/span&gt; Why would she lie to me about that‌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zuko:&lt;/span&gt; Because the Avatar is not dead. He survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Fire Lord Ozai:&lt;/span&gt; (alarmed) What‌!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zuko:&lt;/span&gt; In fact, he probably is leading this invasion. He could be on us right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Fire Lord Ozai:&lt;/span&gt; (stands up and points, furious) Get out! Get out of my sight right now if you know what’s good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zuko:&lt;/span&gt; That’s another thing. I’m not taking orders from you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Fire Lord Ozai:&lt;/span&gt; (seething with rage) You will obey me or this defiant breathe will be your last! (Ozai begins to walk towards Zuko, until Zuko unsheathes his broadswords and brandishes them at him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zuko:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think again! I am going to speak my mind and you are going to listen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zuko:&lt;/span&gt; For so long, all I wanted was you to love me, to accept me. I thought it was my honor that I wanted but really, I was just trying to please you. You, my father, who banished me just for talking out of turn. (points a sword at Ozai) My father, who challenged me; a 13-year-old boy to an Agni Kai. How can you possibly justify a duel with a child‌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Fire Lord Ozai:&lt;/span&gt; It was to teach you respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zuko:&lt;/span&gt; It was cruel! And it was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Fire Lord Ozai:&lt;/span&gt; Then you have learned nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zuko:&lt;/span&gt; No, I’ve learnt everything! And I had to learn it on my own. Growing up, we were taught that the Fire Nation was the greatest civilization in history and somehow, the war was our way of sharing our greatness with the rest of the world. What an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amazing lie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that was. The people of the world are terrified by the Fire Nation! They don’t see our greatness, they hate us! And we deserve it. We’ve created an era of fear in the world. And if we don’t want the world to destroy itself, we need to replace it with an era of peace and kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Fire Lord Ozai:&lt;/span&gt; (laughs mocking) Your Uncle has gotten to you, hasn’t he‌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zuko:&lt;/span&gt; (closes his eyes for a second) Yes. He has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another episode:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zuko:&lt;/span&gt; I like it when you express yourself. (he reaches for her, but she backs away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Mai:&lt;/span&gt; (yelling) Don't touch me. I'm still mad at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zuko:&lt;/span&gt; My life hasn't been that easy, either, Mai. (Mai interrupts him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Mai:&lt;/span&gt; Whatever- that doesn't excuse the way you've been acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Ty Lee:&lt;/span&gt; Calm down, you guys. (cut to Ty Lee and Azula sitting behind her) This much negative energy is bad for your skin. You’ll totally break out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zuko:&lt;/span&gt; (angrily) Bad skin‌ (Ty Lee cringes. Cut to shot of Zuko looking toward her) Normal teenagers worry about bad skin. I don't have that luxury. My father decided to teach me a permanent lesson on my face. (Zuko points toward his scar) (Cut to shot of Azula, Zuko and Ty Lee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Ty Lee:&lt;/span&gt; Sorry, Zuko, I... (Zuko walks away from them and the camera follows him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zuko:&lt;/span&gt; For so long, I thought that if my dad accepted me, I'd be happy. I'm back home, now my dad talks to me. Huh, he even thinks I'm a hero. (cut to Azula, who smiles at these words) Everything should be perfect, right‌ (cut to over-head wide shot of the four teens sitting around the fire) I should be happy now, but I'm not. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm angrier than ever and I don't know why.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Azula:&lt;/span&gt; There's a simple question you need to answer then. (she leans forward) Who are you angry at‌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zuko:&lt;/span&gt; No one, (he looks down) I'm just angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Mai:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, who are you angry at, Zuko‌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zuko:&lt;/span&gt; Everyone... (he covers his ears in frustration) I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Azula:&lt;/span&gt; Is it Dad‌ Zuko: No, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Ty Lee:&lt;/span&gt; Your uncle‌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Azula:&lt;/span&gt; Me‌ (Cut back to shot of Zuko who shakes his head in frustration)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zuko:&lt;/span&gt; No, no... No, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Mai:&lt;/span&gt; Then who‌ Who are you angry at‌ (The camera quickly pans right, stopping on Azula) &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Azula:&lt;/span&gt; (sternly) Answer the question, Zuko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Ty lee:&lt;/span&gt; (pleading) Talk to us. (Cut to shot of Zuko looking confused and frightened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Mai:&lt;/span&gt; Come on, answer the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Azula:&lt;/span&gt; Come on, answer it. (Cut to wide shot of group. For a moment there is silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zuko:&lt;/span&gt; (yells suddenly) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm angry at myself!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Zuko throws his arms down and the campfire bursts into a column of flame. The girls cover their eyes to protect themselves from the fire. Cut to a close shot of Zuko as wind and embers fly through his blowing hair. The fire burns out and the scene grows dark. Cut to a wide shot of the group)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Azula:&lt;/span&gt; Why‌ (Cut to shot of Zuko looking out at the sea with Azula sitting behind him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zuko:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because I'm confused. Because I'm not sure I know the difference between right and wrong anymore. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Azula:&lt;/span&gt; You're pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar is a thought provoking cartoon. I meant that in a good way though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have faith in me.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, those who do, always end up disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-7041510420928535137?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7041510420928535137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=7041510420928535137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/7041510420928535137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/7041510420928535137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-found-transcript-to-avatar-episodes.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-9217420384416055417</id><published>2009-04-10T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T06:18:50.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have not always turned out they way I want these days but life seems a little bit colourful these week. My mentor, Miss Kong walked to my table during one of the chemistry lessons these week in which she gave back our electrolysis test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'' You're improving. ''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my motivational level went up a notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NPCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been promoted to Staff Sergeant. Woohoo! On the downside, we are going to officially step down real soon. The sec threes are probably very excited to step up. Haix. Their sec three life is going to be the prime of their secondary school days while ours is full of pushing and pulling of students to study by certain authority figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, there is only so much you can pull a rubber band. It might just snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POP yesterday at Northbrooks. I threw my beret up in the air and managed to catch it. Then me and Jiawen were reminiscing the highlights of our NPCC lives before the conversation turn a little bit strange. We were discussing about ______. Fill in the blanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischievous? Us. Me and Jiawen have heard that before. I remembered in sec two, this senior said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'' You all two mischievous like hell.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took it as a compliment. He did not came back as a CI. I still can't help but smile whenever I think about our sec one and sec two days. When they were here. The NCOs 06-07 batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-9217420384416055417?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/9217420384416055417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=9217420384416055417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/9217420384416055417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/9217420384416055417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/04/school-things-have-not-always-turned.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-6494623054261400294</id><published>2009-04-04T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:47:31.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is so many things I wanna update. Namely:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Pulau Ubin trip&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Official Opening Ceremony Duty&lt;br /&gt;&gt; NPCC trainings&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Promotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a huge dose of endorphins and serotonins. ( I am not quite sure about the spelling of the latter. ) Lately I have not been in the best of moods. People, if you do not know yet, one of my pet peeves is people cutting queue. It irks me to the core and it let me into some hostility with some sec fives( that is if they behave like sec fives ). Just because you are the oldest in the school student population, dun think that you are some bigshot who can jump and hog the queue like nobody's business. You let your friends jump queue. Not one or two mind you but at least nine. GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-6494623054261400294?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6494623054261400294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=6494623054261400294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6494623054261400294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6494623054261400294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/04/there-is-so-many-things-i-wanna-update.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-8928058423102683689</id><published>2009-03-17T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:58:29.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Coward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harsh Judgement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys Before Flowers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have watched episode 20 of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boys Before Flowers&lt;/span&gt;. Currently waiting patiently for episode 21. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Woohoo~.&lt;/span&gt; I must say that Ji Hoo looks like an anime (in a good way of course) after his haircut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/boys%20before%20flowers" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 239px" height="234" alt="Boys Before Flowers Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i621.photobucket.com/albums/tt298/Snmdee/s_Boys_Before_Flowers113.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Want to share this incident which happened months ago. I saw this car heading towards this narrow road at a certain place. A man walked pass and he got honked at by the car repeatedly. The man in the car honked at the man very rudely. Apparently at that point of time he looked like a &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;rude dude&lt;/span&gt; who wants to get his way out of the place. The&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;pathetic dude&lt;/span&gt; who got honked at got a lot of stares from the nearby &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kopitiam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Those uncles at the&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kopitiam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; also witness the incident and perhaps, felt pity for the dude who was rudely honked at.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just when I wanted to dismiss the guy in the car as a &lt;em&gt;lowly&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;rude&lt;/em&gt; and downright &lt;em&gt;annoying&lt;/em&gt;, this happened. The guy in the car shouted from the window of his car to the pathetic guy who was walking away. Actually what happened was that he wanted to call the guy whom is maybe his ex-classmate, relative, or even his friend to look his way. Before long, the guy acknowledged this seemingly rude friend of his and they both chatted a while before leaving the place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What a way to grabbed someone's attention. Honking. Tsk. Tsk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;moral of the story&lt;/span&gt; is to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not be judgemental&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I admit I can really judge a person harshly just by one incident. It takes another incident for me to change my mind, my perception, my judgement of a person. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sometimes, it is really hard to see the best in people. In contrast, it is easy to see the negative side in people.&lt;/span&gt; I have always wondered when reading Harry Potter books (before the seventh book) why Dumbledore trusted Snape so much. I always felt that he has a soft spot to always see the best in a person. I despised Snape until the seventh book. What a tragic hero of the series he is. Dumbledore was right after all about him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So change the topic. I need to rant this out. There is a coward lurking the hallways of YTSS. Shall not reveal the name but I have never seen a coward who shows his colours when he is with the company of his friends but cowers away when he is alone. Shame.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am listening to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Broken Strings&lt;/span&gt; by James Morrison Feat. Nelly Furtado. A meaningful song with meaningful lyrics. People should listen to this song. I put this song on my blog currently. Nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Try to see the best in a person. I'll take note of this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-8928058423102683689?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8928058423102683689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=8928058423102683689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/8928058423102683689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/8928058423102683689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-watched-episode-20-of-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-4502874007351502767</id><published>2009-03-14T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T06:39:10.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. So I'm a a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; bit addicted to the drama, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boys Before Flowers&lt;/span&gt;. Can you blame me? Korean guys like &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lee Min Ho&lt;/span&gt; just got me a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; bit excited at times. I could never see this coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/lee%20min%20ho" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="lee min ho Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd179/lilhmonggurl_16/20080916ba002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/lee%20min%20ho" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 129px; HEIGHT: 163px" height="171" alt="lee min ho Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t55/mizyuri/leeminho.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Gorgeous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So there is so much to update and to rant about. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Idiot!&lt;/span&gt; I was pissed when a remark was made in front of the juniors. So I'm offended but I did not blow my top. That was crude, what you did. I guess I'll let it slide this time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am always a sucker at times. Even if I get irritated these few days, I'll just smile and say never mind. Ouh. If there was someone like Edward Cullen who reads minds, who knows what I'll be thinking. If there was someone like that is near me, I'll be wary. I will try to block my thoughts that is deemed personal to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have so much to say. But then, I will only heaved a sigh and let it pass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Stick and stones can break my bones but words can't. Ever heard of this saying? It's true. But sometimes words can hurt. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Psychologically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-4502874007351502767?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4502874007351502767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=4502874007351502767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/4502874007351502767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/4502874007351502767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-2443916534596994998</id><published>2009-03-03T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:48:39.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life has been harsh these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/boys%20before%20flowers" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 298px; HEIGHT: 204px" height="271" alt="Boys Before Flowers Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i664.photobucket.com/albums/vv3/marshmall0wcupcake/BBF.jpg" width="412" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These drama have almost certainly made my life a little bearable these days. Seriously. I can't study so much until I don't have a life right? I know its &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt; but still, a wee bit of entertainment in one's life helps one to balance between &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;study until no life&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; dun study until very slack&lt;/span&gt;. Just dun hang precariously on the edge of one side. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes feel like i am teetering on the edge of insanity. A ticking time bomb that when triggered at the right timing, would explode or in these case, snap at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, one can crack under too much pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, cupcake is HAWT! Fatin, Siti lets buat fan club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I super like this drama. And Gu Jun Pyo or Goo Joon Pyo character.&lt;br /&gt;A pity he fell on the red carpet. No one can fall and gracefully picked himself up on the red carpet like Lee Min Ho. Kudos dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-2443916534596994998?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2443916534596994998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=2443916534596994998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/2443916534596994998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/2443916534596994998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-has-been-harsh-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-3397839466018582854</id><published>2009-02-27T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T07:07:58.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some things I want say but cannot say it out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really did not mean to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am a lousy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not shove words into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not bother to explain myself. To defend myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lost cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Laksana wau melawan angin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel my soul died a long time ago. I feel lifeless most of the time. Speak only when spoken to. Laugh at what was meant to be funny. Cry when it is supposed to be sad. Be good to everyone. I feel empty most of the time these days. Like a donut, I feel empty in the centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shadow of my former self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-3397839466018582854?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3397839466018582854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=3397839466018582854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3397839466018582854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3397839466018582854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-things-i-want-say-but-cannot-say.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-9133950173771510109</id><published>2009-02-20T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:56:38.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes life can force you to take pragmatic decisions that one day you realise everyday you are doing the same things and life starts to get mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;adrenaline rush&lt;/span&gt;. I want the thrill of winning something. I want the thrill of getting away with something like some prank. I sound desperate. The situation is not that dire actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we have a bbq some time so he could come again? Random question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I listening to currently? Let's review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First would be&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Gotta Be Somebody&lt;/span&gt; by Nickelback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause nobody wants to be the last one there&lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love with my life in their hands&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me like that&lt;br /&gt;Cause nobody wants to do it on their own&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to know they're not alone&lt;br /&gt;There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's true for most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Insomnia&lt;/span&gt; by Craig David.&lt;br /&gt;It's infectious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days have been better than last week. Except for the daily dose of A Maths. It is like learning a language I do not understand. It is like forgetting someone I never knew. It is like finding your way in the dark. You never know what lurks in front of you. In these case its numbers and alphabets. When mixed you get topics in A Maths. LOLS. I am saying nonsense about these subject. Again. These timetable is really draining my energy out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-9133950173771510109?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/9133950173771510109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=9133950173771510109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/9133950173771510109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/9133950173771510109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-life-can-force-you-to-take.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-2652757499833565715</id><published>2009-02-13T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:57:55.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NPCC NCOs 08-09 The Last Barbeque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud to be part of the organising committee. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here is some pictures to get a scope of what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This barbeque is AWESOME and it was a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302553809075513954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SZZ0mGBXKmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oNAnxFOTboU/s320/pic08.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jack preparing the drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302553805070716482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SZZ0l3GizkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/o73ZLO7izdE/s320/pic07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People in a chaos. LOLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302553799247713538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SZZ0lhaO1QI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ck33PCFLsWg/s320/pic06.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Jiawen and me. Satay anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302552083907598626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SZZzBrRR2SI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QH7WWJfpqeE/s320/pic01.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Squadmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302552094765466754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SZZzCTt_xII/AAAAAAAAAE8/JkiOb1zZn6Y/s320/pic04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Jun staring at what? One wonders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YEP. The blue shirt is Roland. The guy in the singlet looking outfit is Jia Hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302552087784884402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SZZzB5tsiLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gdLRfSkIoNw/s320/pic02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squadmates. All smiles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bernard thinks he is Superman. JKJK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302552091157686386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SZZzCGR1aHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/CFuFezyeL-o/s320/pic03.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Farid waiting anxiously for his food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302552100021589442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SZZzCnTJ1cI/AAAAAAAAAFE/K2NnKSyGDE8/s320/pic05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uh oh. Zhuang Yi has that evil look in her eyes. Brace yourselves everyone. JKJK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302553817063638898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SZZ0mjx4R3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/3sTmFglvNcc/s320/pic10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302553810798713618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SZZ0mMcNGxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wHh3JgV0juA/s320/pic09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302554569826455330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SZZ1SYChTyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FaLnrj1cfIo/s320/pic11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatin and Michael.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302554572136788434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SZZ1SgpWMdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/g7eRqmpSKjQ/s320/pic12.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our batch of NCOs. And some seniors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Like Jeremy, Jia Hui, Aaron, Roland, Zhuang Yi and Masdiyanah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our NCOs in the 06-07 batch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Memories that will etched in my mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-2652757499833565715?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2652757499833565715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=2652757499833565715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/2652757499833565715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/2652757499833565715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/02/npcc-ncos-08-09-last-barbeque-proud-to.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SZZ0mGBXKmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oNAnxFOTboU/s72-c/pic08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-5991855773614212939</id><published>2009-02-03T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T02:38:47.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything is spiralling downwards.&lt;br /&gt;Sucky results.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, my mood swings are getting apparent.&lt;br /&gt;One minute I am smiling from ear to ear and the next I am getting pissed by the simplest of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always caught up in my emotional turbulence and sometimes I don't get myself. Man, I need a listening ear. Not someone who gives me solutions but hear me out. The introvert in me is taking over me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all I need is some&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; adrenaline rush&lt;/span&gt;. Which reminds me of the pranks we used to pull together on the seniors. Those were good times man. Now it seems so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sounding tired and drained out these days. Jiawen and Jonquil have been saying that I am a little bit blur nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-5991855773614212939?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5991855773614212939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=5991855773614212939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/5991855773614212939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/5991855773614212939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/02/everything-is-spiralling-downwards.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-1481074707683940757</id><published>2009-01-31T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T05:34:07.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Off A Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Accuracy, Precision, Sharpness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerald sir kept repeating these three words during training today. And its giving me a headache.&lt;br /&gt;Staff Sergeant Promotion is looming. Honestly, I have to brush up my drills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being a junior at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NPCC Fun Day 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297448185275235906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SYRRDrNePkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lq2PvkM9LA4/s400/picture.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was sucky in the first part. Roland sir came to training today. Out of the blue. Anyway, it was fun in the last part of the training. The atmosphere started to get hyper. We were like &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;enthusiastic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It took so long for us to build-up that kind of&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; semangat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop talking about handing over already. You guys talk like its looming over our heads. Make us enjoy our last few weeks of training as NCOs in peace, joy, fun and laughter. Its sad that the services we rendered are not recognised. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's left of us. Memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this post is beginning to sound emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-1481074707683940757?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1481074707683940757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=1481074707683940757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1481074707683940757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1481074707683940757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/01/fighting-off-smile.html' title='Fighting Off A Smile'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</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/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SYRRDrNePkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lq2PvkM9LA4/s72-c/picture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-1025282128526476923</id><published>2009-01-28T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:01:36.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was doing HMT test when I heard she said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tengok tak masuk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Baca tak faham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;~Cikgu Asnah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols. I'm not even sure I heard right. For the sake of non-malay readers out there, its simply means that you look but it does not get inside your head. You read but it still does not get inside your head. But it makes sense when doing certain exams. Particularly a maths. Haix. Doing the exam is like slow torture. I would be the first to finish. Cause I dun noe how to do most of the questions. It's like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blank blank&lt;/span&gt; here&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; blank blank&lt;/span&gt; there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMT exam was a hellish experience. Apparently nobody informed me that there will be an exam. Gosh, selfishness &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;reeks&lt;/span&gt;. Kidding. I smell &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sarcasm&lt;/span&gt; in my own words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update more later when I am free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-1025282128526476923?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1025282128526476923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=1025282128526476923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1025282128526476923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1025282128526476923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-doing-hmt-test-when-i-heard-she.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-1285759772535674137</id><published>2009-01-24T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:03:36.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;NC 16 movies, here I come. JKJK. I am not that horny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels great but I feel old at the same time. I want to fly to Neverland, where one does not grow old. It is just a childish fairytale. Plus, it is not a bed of roses not having to grow up. That reminds me of the movie in which Brad Pitt stars in, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt;. It is about a story where a guy grows up old. As time passes, he gets younger while the woman he loves get older. If everyone was like that in reality, one would know how long one is supposed to be on earth. Living like that, freaks most people out. But then again, its a matter of perspective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiawen and Jonquil bought me a pair of spectacles. Black frames. Plus, it has UV protection. Design Italy. Its really cool!! Thanks alot guys. I mean ladies. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SXv6Is3opvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/--wTHdBoU2c/s1600-h/specs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295100814294558450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SXv6Is3opvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/--wTHdBoU2c/s200/specs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, my family and I went out to celebrate my birthday. We ate out and they bought me a really cool watch. I am going to wear it when school reopens. Cool!! I am contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have not been able to focus and study at home for the term tests. I tend to sleep instead of studying. The next morning I will be rushing to memoriza the notes. So, to save time by not going down to recess, I bought energy bars like the picture below. It comes in different flavours. Strawberry flavour is very nice!! And yeah, I can lose weight by eating this during recess. It has calories so I am not starving myself. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295100817349650930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SXv6I4QBqfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FaSJo6FsK60/s200/energy+bar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will update more if there is time or I am not lazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Signing off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-1285759772535674137?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1285759772535674137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=1285759772535674137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1285759772535674137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1285759772535674137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-m-s-i-x-t-e-e-n-woohoo-nc-16-movies.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SXv6Is3opvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/--wTHdBoU2c/s72-c/specs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-1340861037252871878</id><published>2009-01-23T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T02:38:10.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sucky tests. Let's recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So freaking difficult CANS. I thought it would be easy as I studied hard for this particular subject. Why oh why do the  setter see a need to make it so difficult? Is'nt it week three? QA was a nightmare. Copper carbonate or iron(II) carbonate. Displacement or neutralisation reaction. Oh, the choices we have to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was managable. And I thought that Chemistry would be easier. Light is relatively an easy topic if you did'nt missed any lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Combined Humanities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not get to finish the paper. So lets not elaborate. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Maths paper. It was so freaking difficult. I missed out some parts of  question and just pluck any numbers and hope that I was lucky to get away with method marks. Alas, one should not rely on luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I think I flunked my term tests. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike rebels without a cause or those who wants to get attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-1340861037252871878?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1340861037252871878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=1340861037252871878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1340861037252871878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1340861037252871878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/01/sucky-tests.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-3439052979384277357</id><published>2009-01-19T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T06:54:38.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Might as well give it my best shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/books" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="books Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m439/kujichagulia1/books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am not sure I can pass physics this time around though. Whenever this particular person sets the paper, I am bound to fail. I must do this right this time. Talk is cheap but I am going to try. Sucky topics this time round. Light? Kinematics? Not this topic again. The topic that has always doomed me to failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;English Term Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Difficult. But not entirely difficult. Only the summary part. Comprehension was okay. I was able to manage it. Pirates. Who could have guess. I think I will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fail&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pass&lt;/span&gt; borderline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure whether to go school tomorrow. Laziness just gets the better of me. Guess what I saw at Popular. A book about Robert Pattinson biography. And it includes a bedroom poster of him. Laughs. Wonder who would buy it at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-3439052979384277357?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3439052979384277357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=3439052979384277357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3439052979384277357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3439052979384277357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/01/might-as-well-give-it-my-best-shot.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-3406842754113784923</id><published>2009-01-16T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T05:38:32.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have decided not to bother anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't please everyone right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that do, it is a sociable person or hypocrites. Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today NPCC training was more fun than last week. Like, duh. We talked about flagstaff and me and Jiawen called it our &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;professional expertise&lt;/span&gt; area. LOLS. Flagstaff is fun. At least better than the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;basic knots&lt;/span&gt;. The juniors were responsive and cooperative. For today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike the colours of the class t-shirt. Opinions. Maybe I am saying these because I do not really like my class. I miss my sec two days. When subjects were not in combinations. Less packed timetables and the sec fours being there. They are really nice seniors. These year seem to be a crucial year but I am like slacking in the first month. I have alot of catching up to do. Actually sec fours also not bad. We are like the &lt;em&gt;senior senior&lt;/em&gt; of the school. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-3406842754113784923?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3406842754113784923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=3406842754113784923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3406842754113784923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3406842754113784923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-decided-not-to-bother-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-5637143251845741303</id><published>2009-01-15T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:59:47.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here to rant about some things. I cannot keep it bottled up anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys even regard me as Physical Training Instructor? Or put it plainly a pushover? Seriously, I want to know your reasons. I am inside the committee but you guys are like leaving me out. You all tell me things to do that I do not think I should do. Things like assistants P _ _ s should do. And yeah you guys told me that JH and J taking. Leave me out again. Like I am some pushover. I am freaking mad. And they are like 'volunteer P _ _s'. They were not chosen but much rather signed up for it. Some bigshot you guys are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I that incapable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not succumb to circumstances. I WILL NOT.&lt;br /&gt;I will stand up for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-5637143251845741303?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5637143251845741303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=5637143251845741303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/5637143251845741303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/5637143251845741303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-to-rant-about-some-things.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-1488830105290794411</id><published>2009-01-10T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T05:15:01.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They just don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just my pet peeves. Gosh, what interestings theories they have. Jealous? Gosh! How far is that from the truth itself. Nah, just to set the record straight, I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt; like him so how can I be jealous. Surely you've realised that your reactions to scoldings between the different genders are like different. If you do not realised it I guess have a reality check or have some sense knocked into you. LOLS. The whole point is that to say I am jealous is simply saying you were flirting. If I were indeed jealous, then elephants really are scared of mice. Which could be proven plausible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I think too much at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been busy these few days. Starting with the sec one orientation. My group of councillors repeatedly say I very 'emo'. I am not. That's not me. I am just very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;withdrawn&lt;/span&gt; at times and shut myself out from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always misunderstand.&lt;br /&gt;They just don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me understand what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigining off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-1488830105290794411?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1488830105290794411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=1488830105290794411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1488830105290794411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1488830105290794411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-just-dont-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-7507232850892364151</id><published>2009-01-03T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:26:45.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I last posted something. Seriously, I think it was a feat not to use the computer throughout the holidays. Nope, it was not on my own will. My computer broke down and it took more than six weeks to repair. I find ridiculous. I had alot of withdrawal symptoms of not using the computer. I was easily irritated and very hard for me to sit still. My hands were itching to touch the keyboard but alas, the CPU was not there! Arg! I am okay now that the computer is finally going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a shock (not literally though) when I wen to school and discovered that Miss Pay was not my form teacher. Why? I thought that sec three teachers are supposed to follow us up. Was I wrong? I am really sore about it. Miss Pay have been guiding us as a class and then this had to happened. If I could name some teachers who I really respect it would be her as she is a teacher who sticks to her principles everytime. And yeah, she very objective and fair in handling situations. I think I have to get over this soon and focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-7507232850892364151?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7507232850892364151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=7507232850892364151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/7507232850892364151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/7507232850892364151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-has-been-long-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-145792664402564192</id><published>2008-12-10T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:53:33.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>M.I.A. for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;This computer has been giving lots of problems.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-145792664402564192?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/145792664402564192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=145792664402564192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/145792664402564192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/145792664402564192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/12/m.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-6251237699885720555</id><published>2008-11-12T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:06:23.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/edward%20cullen" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 255px; HEIGHT: 190px" height="175" alt="Edward Cullen Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i388.photobucket.com/albums/oo321/badwolf_babe/Edwarddcullenn.jpg" width="413" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Had NPCC training last tuesday. Had the usual drills practise. Then had games which was poisonball. We played with the sec twos and ones. The game reminded me of the game captainball the sec threes now played against the NCOs batch 06 to 07. That game was worth remembering. I guess there is alot of reasons to remember.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The mind is always stronger than the body, but only just.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Had council meeting today about the camp trial run. It was dry but informative.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am experiencing conflicting emotions nowadays. PMS?? Nope. LOLS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-6251237699885720555?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6251237699885720555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=6251237699885720555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6251237699885720555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6251237699885720555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/11/had-npcc-training-last-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-1304615506022688508</id><published>2008-11-09T20:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:52:54.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince trailer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 294px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sBGbKCm_pQQ&amp;amp;hl=" width="301" height="294" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trailer is like finally here althoughthe release date is next year june or july. This is like a good trailer about Voldermort in his childhood days. An excerpt from the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tom: I can speak to snakes...they find me...whisper things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How creepy is that?? Harry can also speak parseltongue but not in the way he says. It almost feels like he like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dumbledore: Did I know that I just met the most dangerous dark wizard of all time...no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its disturbing how Tom Marvolo Riddle became Voldermort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 274px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3zf9IW-R5eI&amp;amp;hl=" width="299" height="274" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so looking forward to the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-1304615506022688508?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1304615506022688508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=1304615506022688508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1304615506022688508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1304615506022688508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/11/harry-potter-and-half-blood-prince.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-4831856055951747176</id><published>2008-11-08T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:13:26.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 273px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E9N6ooNIfPc&amp;amp;hl=" width="349" height="273" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Twilight. Again. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we had NPCC training. For the sec ones. We have not had training for ourselves for like so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with morning PT. We took them to the outdoor basketball court. The guy PTIs was like dominating the PT and I felt irritated. Haix. Until I told Jiawen. And then she told me to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fight for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. And then it dawned upon me. Because of that I felt like I could do it. Haix. You people wouldnt understand the emotional turbulence I had fighting inside me at that particular juncture. Sometimes, I can be a total &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pushover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I hope I am right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had drills. Shall not elaborate much. But it was not that bad and not that good. I had a lot to say during debrief. But I couldnt express it. I feel alot comfortable in talking to the sec ones when certain authority figures are not there. I guess its a matter of nerves. I have a lot to say in mind but I couldnt say it. Haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I just hope I would not stutter my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONGRATS MISS ZAHARA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She married on Saturday. WOW. She was so pretty in the bridal dress. Me and Jiawen turned up there in NPCC PT kit. LOLS. Cause no time change. I just went there to have a look. Then saw Siti and chatted a while before turning back to Sunplaza. Onthe way to the bus stop saw an archery session. It was very cool. I am sure everyone feels like Robin Hood with those huge bows and arrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me and Jiawen went to slack in the library. We flipped through magazines. And we talked some crap and laughed ourselves silly. Then I went home after an hour or two in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-4831856055951747176?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4831856055951747176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=4831856055951747176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/4831856055951747176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/4831856055951747176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday-we-had-npcc-training.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-7203263477526541503</id><published>2008-11-07T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T06:54:43.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/edward%20cullen" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="edward cullen Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa136/tomgirl111/signature_14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have not been updating much so I will just skipped throught some details if its lengthy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Firstly the MT 'O' Levels. Paper one was difficult. On the contrary, paper two was easy. Well, not exactly. I am not even sure I can attained an A2. Even so, I would like to say my appreciation to the teachers that have guided us throught this national exam. Namely, Cikgu Asnah dan Cikgu Zahara.&lt;em&gt; Tak pernah terlintas di fikiran yang aku akan suka belajar tentang bahasa kalau tak ada kehadiran guru-guru macam diorang.&lt;/em&gt; I used to not like study for language subjects. The presence of such teachers is certainly called for. Inspiring lah katekan. Kelakar gitu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Potluck was not so bad. Sure it would be alot of funif it was in 2E4 last year. And my best friends were in the same class. Haix.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tomorrow training. Physical Training for the first part. I feel so unfit. Have not train like so long. Seriously, the last time I remembered I ran with all my might was the cross-country which is like so long ago. I better run some time later. Haix.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sigining off now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-7203263477526541503?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7203263477526541503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=7203263477526541503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/7203263477526541503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/7203263477526541503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-not-been-updating-much-so-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-6547240807894711114</id><published>2008-11-01T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:27:36.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Little Wonders&lt;/span&gt; by Rob Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it go,&lt;br /&gt;Let it roll right off your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part is over&lt;br /&gt;Let it in,&lt;br /&gt;Let your clarity define you&lt;br /&gt;In the end&lt;br /&gt;We will only just remember how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are made&lt;br /&gt;In these small hours&lt;br /&gt;These little wonders,&lt;br /&gt;These twists &amp;amp; turns of fate&lt;br /&gt;Time falls away,&lt;br /&gt;But these small hours,&lt;br /&gt;These small hours still remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it slide,&lt;br /&gt;Let your troubles fall behind you&lt;br /&gt;Let it shine&lt;br /&gt;Until you feel it all around you&lt;br /&gt;And i don't mind&lt;br /&gt;If it's me you need to turn to&lt;br /&gt;We'll get by,&lt;br /&gt;It's the heart that really matters in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are made&lt;br /&gt;In these small hours&lt;br /&gt;These little wonders,&lt;br /&gt;These twists &amp;amp; turns of fateTime falls away,&lt;br /&gt;But these small hours,&lt;br /&gt;These small hours still remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my regret&lt;br /&gt;Will wash away some how&lt;br /&gt;But i can not forget&lt;br /&gt;The way i feel right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these small hours&lt;br /&gt;These little wonders&lt;br /&gt;These twists &amp;amp; turns of fate&lt;br /&gt;These twists &amp;amp; turns of fate&lt;br /&gt;Time falls away but these small hours&lt;br /&gt;These small hours, still remain,&lt;br /&gt;Still remain&lt;br /&gt;These little wonders&lt;br /&gt;These twists &amp;amp; turns of fate&lt;br /&gt;Time falls away&lt;br /&gt;But these small hours&lt;br /&gt;These little wonders still remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice lyrics. Actually I found this song when watching a Disney Channel movie called Meet The Robinsons.&lt;br /&gt;Many might dismiss this movie as a childish one but there are a lot of things you can learn in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of topic. I just want to say that I am obviously not a narcissistic person. But what you said left me pondering. Next time watch what you say before you blurt it out. Cause the littlest of things can pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-6547240807894711114?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6547240807894711114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=6547240807894711114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6547240807894711114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6547240807894711114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-wonders-by-rob-thomas-let-it-go.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-3997513452267864300</id><published>2008-10-29T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T05:49:40.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Edward Cullen is Hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone who is fan of the series knows that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna share this video which I found at &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/&lt;/a&gt;. There is these interview with Robert Pattinson a.k.a. Edward Cullen and Kristen Stewart a.k.a. Isabella Swan in the Twilight movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 372px; HEIGHT: 283px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q_YsOeQED1Y&amp;amp;hl=" width="372" height="283" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the part where they talked about each other and Kristen said this about Robert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'' I think he's really handsome. ''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Robert laughed at what Kristen said. Very charming. Wakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I wanna write about the past events. A few days back I went with Jonquil to Jiawen's brother birthday party which was a BBQ. It was fun. We played badminton and basketball. But a pity I had to leave early. Haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I had a lot of lessons at Anderson Secondary so I had to forgo some lessons in the e2 camp. Haix. These days I have been very lazy to revise for O levels. So I gues I better start today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do it once. Do it good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-3997513452267864300?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3997513452267864300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=3997513452267864300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3997513452267864300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3997513452267864300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/edward-cullen-is-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-7904259999090876520</id><published>2008-10-26T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:02:28.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An excerpt in New Moon by Stephenie Meyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edward said to Bella:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'' Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars-points of light and reason. ...And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. And there was no more reason for anything. ''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward really has a way with words. Any girl would be swooned. Lols. I know I would, what about you people?? Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 379px; HEIGHT: 314px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nvuqIeWfydY&amp;amp;hl=" width="379" height="314" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to wait for the movie but I cannot resist not watching this video scene of Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure everyone who is a fan of the series cannot resist too. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signing off now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-7904259999090876520?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7904259999090876520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=7904259999090876520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/7904259999090876520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/7904259999090876520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/excerpt-in-new-moon-by-stephenie-meyer.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-3545232851305309188</id><published>2008-10-25T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T01:55:03.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Study freaks&lt;/span&gt; like her have taken the word &lt;em&gt;selfish&lt;/em&gt; to a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kind of 'study freaks'. Maybe some of you are confused by these new term called study freaks. Let me tell you what 'study freaks' is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Definition: A person who studies obsessively without further understanding and one who confuses quantity over quality. Usually this kind of people are selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one I know. More than kiasu. extremely kiasu. Teacher want to meet us all then you &lt;em&gt;conveniently&lt;/em&gt; never tell us. I wonder what is your motive. Are you so desperate to act smart? Are you so desperate to be the best or are you just plain selfish and want to succeed on your own? That time sec one notes you delibarately did not want to let us know. These kind of people selfish like what. Want to succeed and drive out competitors like what like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard trying to live up to peoples expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-3545232851305309188?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3545232851305309188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=3545232851305309188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3545232851305309188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3545232851305309188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/study-freaks-like-her-have-taken-word.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-8854072517511095793</id><published>2008-10-24T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T01:31:23.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need to redeem myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just did not try hard enough maybe. Maybe I am just lazy. There are people I do not want to disappoint with &lt;em&gt;mediocre&lt;/em&gt; results. My parents, myself, Miss Pay, Cikgu Asnah and those who believed in me. My results are like &lt;em&gt;shit&lt;/em&gt; these year. Yeah &lt;em&gt;shit&lt;/em&gt;. Compared to sec one and sec two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Screw. Last year I lost the award to her by a mere 0.2 marks. And this time I lost to her again. I do not really know by how many marks since she only told me the grade. I really cannot &lt;em&gt;comprehend&lt;/em&gt; how come the results were like that. I remembered &lt;em&gt;distinctly&lt;/em&gt; how I beat her in every single test beginning from this year. Except for one term test and I got the same marks for EOY as her. I still dun get how I lost to her in overall. Screw. I wanted to beat her but alas, luck was not on my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That 'smart alec' or should I say miss-noe-it-all kept asking redundant questions as usual today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think she is just trying to act smart. I have been so competitive with her that it is hindering my growth. Haix. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Updating about the Admiralty Park visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260632295800661922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SQGFM3UlZ6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/-UNz-txvqIM/s200/IMG_1762.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The map of the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260628754186618610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SQGB-tx_xvI/AAAAAAAAADg/WaOlZWKHlug/s200/IMG_1767.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you spot the komodo dragon or mudskipper??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260628756589838386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SQGB-2u-ADI/AAAAAAAAADo/LYITWxSdFWA/s200/IMG_1785.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My form teacher. Aliff is in the right part of the picture and Amanda on the left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260628768877291202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SQGB_kghpsI/AAAAAAAAADw/p_MlOghH8Go/s200/IMG_1777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jian Siang in the middle of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260628747113509506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SQGB-TbosoI/AAAAAAAAADY/Us2PwRG-RK8/s200/IMG_1770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A desolate path. Nope just an alternate path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-8854072517511095793?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8854072517511095793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=8854072517511095793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/8854072517511095793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/8854072517511095793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-need-to-redeem-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SQGFM3UlZ6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/-UNz-txvqIM/s72-c/IMG_1762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-8514357172058671958</id><published>2008-10-20T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T07:05:56.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;plead guilty&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;slacking &lt;/span&gt;during training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets refresh our memory to training last Saturday. We all need to slack some times. Agree?? We were inside the np room, Jiawen and me, when someone unexpected came. We rush to adjust our uniform. Hahas. Then Rahimi sir ask what we were doing there. Fine. Lets get TECHNICAL. Instead of stating the obvious, I said we were RESTING. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I would not want to listen to the lecture conducted by so and so about Crime Prevention for the sec ones. I remembered very clearly how I struggled to stay awake during the lectures in NCO camp last year. I think at one point, I was sleeping with my eyes wide open, that is if it is humanly possible. I think every single one of those who attended the camp could relate to that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we did drills for an hour or two. I expected it to be very not fun but I think it was indeed fun. I took drills with Nabillah. We got Group Three. It was made up mostly of those enthusiastic people so maybe that is part of the reason why their drills was not that bad compared to others. I am not being &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bias&lt;/span&gt; here. Frank opinion. But some advanced drills very cannot make it. Overall not a bad drill session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone in the squad went around telling that Rahimi wanted to pump us more than sixty times. Turns out it was not true. The nerve of some people spreading untruths. Jiawen and me were late for the briefing. He did not scold. Unexpected. I swear sometimes we can really push his limits. He then went on telling our mistakes and yada yada yada. End of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both then went to KFC. Expectedly. At Sunplaza. That place brings alot of memories from the holding campus. We were walking &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aimlessly&lt;/span&gt; at Sunplaza. After a while, we went home. And I did not bring my belt and beret that day. I was panicking and called Jiawen cause I took the new set one and there was not any crest. So Jiawen helped me take and I searched for another belt cause it was like Santa Claus that previous one. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Today &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; did not came to school. Wonder why though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-8514357172058671958?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8514357172058671958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=8514357172058671958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/8514357172058671958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/8514357172058671958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-plead-guilty-to-slacking-during.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-5488211843890665869</id><published>2008-10-15T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:17:08.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/edward+cullen" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 268px" height="339" alt="makes my heart stop Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e316/PurpleNat/edwardcullen.jpg" width="423" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He is staring at me lah Fatin...lols!! :] It's official. We are obsessed with Edward Cullen. Jom, kite buka fan club...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Today alot things happen. Namely we got back the English Paper. My L1R5 is superrr lousy. Haix. If I could turn back time, I will do something about it. Unfortunately, I can't. For this EOY, my results some are equivalent to ''shit'. So here are the following results. Oh yeah. I have not gotten back MT so I'll update about it later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;English: Paper 1: 35/60&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paper 2: 24/50 &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(passed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Combined Humanities: Social Studies 36/50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;History 31/50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Total: 67/100&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(passed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Physics: 45/100 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(failed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chemistry: 55/100&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(passed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E Maths: 72/100 &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(passed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Maths: 31/100&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(failed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HMT: 65/100&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(passed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so not good. The only thing I am happy about is English, Maths and Combined Humanities. I am disappointed in my Chemistry results. Haix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a class, I was wondering, did'nt our teacher at school clearly stated about that component?? So i made two theories. You just like to act smart or just like to ask redundant questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'O' level MT Paper is like only twenty days away and here I am slacking. Today then I realized that teacher said got test in HMT lesson. Gosh. I did not even touch the &lt;em&gt;peribahasa&lt;/em&gt;. I was like oh well, since I did not study might as well don't read the &lt;em&gt;peribahasa&lt;/em&gt; and test my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IQ&lt;/span&gt; without studying. I can crap out the lamest reason not to study. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its eleven plus and I have not eaten my supper yet before sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-5488211843890665869?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5488211843890665869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=5488211843890665869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/5488211843890665869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/5488211843890665869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-is-staring-at-me-lah-fatin.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-1485319562847535142</id><published>2008-10-13T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:30:50.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my hundredth post so its gonna be superrr looong. So lets begin shall we??&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Graduation Day&lt;/span&gt;. I found out last minute that there was to be council duty that day. The guest of honour was like kewl. He made jokes. If I am not wrong his name is Mr Kunalan.Guess what?? He is a former athlete and he was a sprinter who represented Singapore in the past. How kewl is that!! He made jokes in his speech ( we expected it to be dry but it sure was not ) and he even called the PA people computer geeks. He was just joking though. I am sure many stereotype that PA people are computer geeks though. Haha. He talked to the graduating batch that doing their 'O' levels is like going for 'O' lympics and that we have to prepared ourselves once. He showed us his results in secondary school. It was not good but he managed to be a scholar. Kewl huh.Monica was in reception and she got to talk to the guest of honour Mr Kunalan when she was serving the cake ( that graduation day was his birthday ) and I heard our discipline master himself went to buy the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results was like not so fantastic for me. Lets sidetrack a bit here. You know those Australian Math and Science tests we have to do every year. Our teacher gave back the reults. After year of continuous &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PARTICIPATION&lt;/span&gt; certificates, I managed to get &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CREDIT&lt;/span&gt; certificate. Haha. And surprisingly the subject was maths which was supposed to be like my weakest subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to HMT at Anderson Secondary School. I missed Chemistry period. We got back our EOY results and the following is the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Paper 1: 55/90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Paper 2: 75/110 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its not that fantastic but I managed to get B3 when combined. Since the past two years I have not gotten this much for HMT EOY. Credit must be given to our HMT and MT teacher who guided us this year. Okay. Its twelve plus right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-1485319562847535142?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1485319562847535142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=1485319562847535142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1485319562847535142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1485319562847535142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-my-hundredth-post-so-its-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-3798409120493113171</id><published>2008-10-09T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:02:21.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have not been in the best of moods these week. But its the holidays (marking day), and I have been a TV junkie these few days. Not mugging can have its disadvantages. Who here pleads guilty to being a TV junkie after the exams and here we laze around at home 'rotting'. Haha. My hands are itching to play badminton. And yeah, we have to prepare ourselves alot alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aftermath of the exams. Which means to say, results. Haix. I dun wan to be in the promotion list. Alot depends on the engligh results.You can passed all the subjects and failed only english and there you are in the promotion list. You can failed two subjects and passed english and you are not in the promotion list. What an irony. I can imagined being retained. Anyways we cannot possibly take alot of the sec two batch currently of their spaces next year right?? Come to think of it, it is not possible. Hey, I am trying to be optimistic here. Which is quite rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am teetering on the edge. All is not certain these days about the results. I thought physics would be easy but it was not. What was there to be expect when that particular person set the paper. We have seen his standards in term test. He had definitely hit our expectations. It was freaking difficult CANS?? And dun even get me started on A Maths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-3798409120493113171?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3798409120493113171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=3798409120493113171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3798409120493113171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3798409120493113171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-not-been-in-best-of-moods-these.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-3867185645917169174</id><published>2008-10-03T02:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T02:54:30.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F1 race; Physics SPA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is so much I wanna update. I watch F1 race last weekend. ( in the comforts of the sofa ) Who wants to in the chaotic crowd where it is so noisy just to watch. Not forgetting the smell of the burning tyres. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sniffs sniffs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/group/image/f1%20night%20race%20in%20singapore/8R65AI3QP7/SGPF12008Circuit.jpg?o=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 349px" height="1078" src="http://gi55.photobucket.com/groups/g143/8R65AI3QP7/SGPF12008Circuit.jpg" width="1387" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There were like 61 laps altogether and each lap was like 5km plus plus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/lewis%20hamilton/juana_zhong_photo/Hamilton.jpg?o=20" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 289px; HEIGHT: 394px" height="472" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm102/juana_zhong_photo/Hamilton.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Lewis Hamilton was in Singapore. (nope thats not a picture of him in Singapore)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And he won third place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Never have I seen an F1 race with so much drama happening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Physics SPA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was so awkward in the lab under the scrutiny of all the invigilators.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I did a few mistakes but oh well I cant dwell on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its over. A Maths on Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Screams in panic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lets make the best of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need to grab some sleep recovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ZZZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;More than a name. Or a face in the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-3867185645917169174?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3867185645917169174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=3867185645917169174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3867185645917169174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3867185645917169174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/there-is-so-much-i-wanna-update.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-3295318071196189101</id><published>2008-09-26T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T05:38:49.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wanna go Night Study like last year in sec two!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;But with so many sec threes going it has lost its novelty to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Haix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English paper was so hard especially in passage B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dun wan to flung this eoy but I dun have the motivation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unlike last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I actually enjoyed mugging last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now it has become such a chore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not prepared for ss and history paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Arg! Grr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cannot wait for the end of this eoy exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MT exam was so awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I did not expect that I would sit there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So near yet so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I go blabbing nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-3295318071196189101?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3295318071196189101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=3295318071196189101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3295318071196189101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3295318071196189101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wanna-go-night-study-like-last-year.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-8906659164356215885</id><published>2008-09-23T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T08:29:40.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It has been a long time haven update much these few days.&lt;br /&gt;And I have alot to clear things off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah to a certain 'goldfish' is that&lt;br /&gt;your mouth is so full of shit that I wonder how you are able to close it.&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Chemistry SPA 'O' Level. It was so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nerve-wrecking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Our class was still showing signs that we had a major exam just now cause two teachers commented on it. After class ended we went to the library but I could not really effectively study. Until went &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Night Study&lt;/span&gt;. Night Study last year was so much fun CANS cause were in the holding campus which brings back so much memories. And yeah I find that the seniors which is the graduating batch last year the seniors more nice. I think that those were the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; highlights&lt;/span&gt; in sec two. I really missed those times the trainings when they were there. I cannot grasp the fact that we are seniors now. Childish me. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update more if got time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you wasted your time then&lt;br /&gt;we think you are not worth our time.&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you (a certain someone)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;are still reading our blogs then&lt;br /&gt;get a life people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I smiled to myself at class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-8906659164356215885?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8906659164356215885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=8906659164356215885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/8906659164356215885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/8906659164356215885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-long-time-haven-update-much-these.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-6535740497555544610</id><published>2008-09-19T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T05:59:00.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there he was staring at Bella.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/edward%20cullen/bradysbabe_2007/edward-cullen_l.jpg?o=10" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u107/bradysbabe_2007/edward-cullen_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woah. He is hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reasons because he has intense eyes that can melt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like a butter in the sun. (lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He got that accent that is so nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He has that mysterious aura around him that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;makes you curious and want to know more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His smile and sly smile is so awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you tend to smile to yourself uncontrollably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bella and Edward is very compatible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna watch the movie. Read the book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and it was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Usually I do not really like this kind of novels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But this is an exception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now thats saying something people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Probably M.I.A. these few days in blog cause busy with exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-6535740497555544610?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6535740497555544610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=6535740497555544610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6535740497555544610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6535740497555544610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-there-he-was-staring-at-bella.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-7067080107611648547</id><published>2008-09-14T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T01:51:29.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liverpool&lt;/span&gt; won against Manchester United!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;I just had to watch it and not study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/liverpool/adminmillfriendster/Liverpool.png?o=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-7067080107611648547?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7067080107611648547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=7067080107611648547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/7067080107611648547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/7067080107611648547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-life-today_14.html' title='My Life Today'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-8574619698116627369</id><published>2008-09-13T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:01:05.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday was HMT End of Year Exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was raining heavily in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When we reach Anderson Secondary, it was still raining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maya, Fatin, Afza and me were like mugging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A while later Adriana and Syahirah came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persatuan Budak Melayu Lanjutan Yishun Town!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elaborating about the exam. This post will be peppered with malay words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so if you dun understand, dun read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aku terperanjat bila paper Karangan B pasal peribahasa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;''Ambil patinya, buangkan hampasnya.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One word. Hancur. I flung my Karangan B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the paper 2 prosedur kloz section was surprisingly easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first part pasal imbuhan hancur jugak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I took around ten minutes for that section and then hentam je sembarang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Harap-harap the marks for paper 2 can compensate for my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mediocre Karangan B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Masih ade harapan ke nak surpassed budak tu...haix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-8574619698116627369?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8574619698116627369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=8574619698116627369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/8574619698116627369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/8574619698116627369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-life-today_13.html' title='My Life Today'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-8003257004831397910</id><published>2008-09-07T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:34:06.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Cheers Age Group (Doubles) Badminton Championship 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Yio Chu Kang Sports Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243179774195927122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SMOEOZ52CFI/AAAAAAAAACk/SILnusll2BQ/s400/IMG_1590.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The interior of the sports hall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me and Jiawen went to watch badminton finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And they were awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Their swerves are like fast and they smack the shuttlecocks with superior strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243179784407476722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SMOEO_8d6fI/AAAAAAAAACs/wabDD4n_E38/s400/IMG_1594.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;On the other side of the sports hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243179785289908002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SMOEPDO2vyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/o4Wxt2aK0DU/s400/IMG_1605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And they was Sports School people who participated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the right hand side is the Sports School people whereas the left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is the Independent School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talk about stiff competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They were up against Independent school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were actually rooting for the Independent school to win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but they did not manage to win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But they put up a really tough fight against the Sports School people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me and Jiawen started to get restless when we watch match after match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We then went CWP Popular before going home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-8003257004831397910?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8003257004831397910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=8003257004831397910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/8003257004831397910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/8003257004831397910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/cheers-age-group-doubles-badminton.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SMOEOZ52CFI/AAAAAAAAACk/SILnusll2BQ/s72-c/IMG_1590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-1861399801742525242</id><published>2008-09-04T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:10:44.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three more days to the premiere of Camp Rock!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/camp%20rock/GabBayBay3/Camp_rock_logo.jpg?o=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii93/GabBayBay3/Camp_rock_logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cannot wait to watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Jonas Brothers are acting in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My favourite member of the band is Nick Jonas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;who acts as Nate in the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And he is superrrr cuteeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Need I say more??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;_________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Camp Rock premieres on Disney Channel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;7:30 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;_________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 239px" height="239" src="http://i536.photobucket.com/albums/ff323/aura_royall_13/camprock.jpg" width="314" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nick Jonas with his guitar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;synopsis of the movie&lt;/span&gt; I got from&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/camp-rock/show/74752/summary.html"&gt;http://www.tv.com/camp-rock/show/74752/summary.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A young girl named Mitchie Torres is desperate to go to Camp Rock. When her mom is hired as the Camp's cook, she gets to go as long as she helps out in the kitchen. When she is overheard singing by rock star Shane Gray, who goes to the camp to get an attitude adjustment, he sets out to find the mystery girl with the wonderful voice. Mitchie has no idea that Shane ever heard her sing so she doesn't try to get him to hear her voice. But when camp queen Tess Tyler, the daughter of mega-star TJ Tyler, finds out Shane is looking for Mitchie, she makes sure that he will never hear her sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-1861399801742525242?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1861399801742525242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=1861399801742525242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1861399801742525242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1861399801742525242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-life-today_04.html' title='My Life Today'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-4458579396635831726</id><published>2008-09-03T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:19:01.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rain, rain go away. Come again another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/rain/AkuXOni/Random/rain.jpg?o=25" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 198px" height="396" src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n251/AkuXOni/Random/rain.jpg" width="340" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It has been raining these few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am feeling blue cause of the cancellation of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;drill competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A few days before the competition then you all say this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haix. All those trainings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Those four schools that backed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why oh why??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know your actions have a chain reaction to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;other schools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why oh why??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you have to backed out after all these trainings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haix. I cannot help but feel a little resentful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finish the English homework!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is still a lot more to go though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And they still said there will be no homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a load of crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare a thought.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-4458579396635831726?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4458579396635831726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=4458579396635831726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/4458579396635831726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/4458579396635831726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-life-today_03.html' title='My Life Today'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</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://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n251/AkuXOni/Random/th_rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-6136984573036009952</id><published>2008-09-02T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:29:17.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Badminton!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/shuttlecock/quincygirl21/shuttlecock.gif?o=20" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; HEIGHT: 261px" height="257" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d24/quincygirl21/shuttlecock.gif" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Random. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to school yesterday for Miss Lim's physics lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She sure have a way of making things that are difficult to be simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really ought to thank her for making me pass physics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We learn about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heat capacity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The S.I. units just keep getting harder and harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then played badminton when the class ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Played with Jiawen, Jonquil and Syahirah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Played against Jack and Cai Feng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jack plays really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its was hilarious when they made silly mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then when to slack in NPCC room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually I did my homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heehee.(reminds me of someone right JonQ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The trainings was like hard cause I cannot drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rahimi sir and Zhuang Yi mam came and trained us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rahimi sir said that it was the best drills we ever showed him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but it was the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So it was kinda an insult hidden in a praise. (IRONY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha. Then Jiawen and me played badminton. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She actually bought the badminton net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was superrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a fun time yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I gotta work on my swerves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She laughs herself. How ridiculous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-6136984573036009952?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6136984573036009952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=6136984573036009952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6136984573036009952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6136984573036009952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-life-today_02.html' title='My Life Today'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-2173781838722455630</id><published>2008-09-02T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:03:42.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dont you guys feel really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I heard from JonQ that someone said&lt;br /&gt;It takes two hands to clap.&lt;br /&gt;Now do you guys feel stupid talking about us&lt;br /&gt;when the truth is that we do not really care neither&lt;br /&gt;do I read your blogs.&lt;br /&gt;So there is only one hand after all. Yours.&lt;br /&gt;We got a suggestion. Why dun you try clapping with one&lt;br /&gt;hand or in this case keep going on cause it is really ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;how you guys are actually talking to yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it really is the analogy.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys for bringing such a definite phrase to these situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a few questions that does not need answers but gives you the chance to ponder about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the leading character keeping quiet these days and instead letting others (which is to say more than seven of you kpohs) involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is to say I am not involved that I am simply a bystander interfering and biting my own words when I am. Were you all there to witness what really happened when it was us four who ate together and hang out together. Contradictory I say you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you seriously think that I am that stupid to go read your blog. You can ask me to read through other people blogs but I am not going to do that. Let me tell you these your efforts are futile cause I am not going to read it. I am not the kind to blog hop to people who does not affect my life. (Now I am seriously going to consider lodging a report about PUBLIC NUISANCE)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah there is even a law about it in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Definition of nuisance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Law. something offensive or annoying to individuals or to the community, esp. in violation of their legal rights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...do we really play a big part of your lives to bother. Did you create an adverse impact in your lives that you guys actually keep updates on your blog about us. Cause I really dun give two hoots what you guys write. In fact I never actually read your blogs. I heard you ridiculous acts through friends. In that case, we are really flattered. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last question. Is your lives really ludicrously pathetic that you can make a mountain out of a mole, busying about other people's lives that you want to blow up a matter to spice up your lives. Or is it really just to make yourselves feel important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that you guys will comply by deleting. So I guess that you did not want to settle this amicably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint going to blog about this or read your blogs cause youguys dun affect our lives at all besides you are not really part of the picture. Just squeezing their way through. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-2173781838722455630?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2173781838722455630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=2173781838722455630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/2173781838722455630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/2173781838722455630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-you-guys-feel-really-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-8301963728270377538</id><published>2008-09-02T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T03:49:04.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thats it. I had enough.&lt;br /&gt;I can tolerate shit but my patience has limits.&lt;br /&gt;I have never mention your names but you choose to take it the hard way&lt;br /&gt;by mentioning her name in someone blog.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know we can press charges for that??&lt;br /&gt;For defamation and slandering.&lt;br /&gt;I have collected your IP add.&lt;br /&gt;I am only waiting for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;I can settle this peacefully I seriously can.&lt;br /&gt;But not until the spammers responsible owns up.&lt;br /&gt;I have delete the most recent post and I hope you can stop this ridiculous spamming.&lt;br /&gt;And no I am not going to let you off this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the spammer who said what do I know about friendship when I have so and so friends.&lt;br /&gt;You are seriously very naive if you dictate that a person knows more about friendship&lt;br /&gt;by the number of friends she have. How pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you straight in the face that I was a very sociable person who has&lt;br /&gt;a wide circle of friends in and outside of school.&lt;br /&gt;You can ask Fatin as she was in my primary school mate.&lt;br /&gt;But I realise something about friendships that although sometimes they come&lt;br /&gt;and go. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is better to have a best friend than have ten good friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You will notice the difference one day.&lt;br /&gt;Till now you still naive to mention that in my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-8301963728270377538?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8301963728270377538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=8301963728270377538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/8301963728270377538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/8301963728270377538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-6527525710459154498</id><published>2008-08-31T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T01:37:21.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To all procrastinators out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got this from a website. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.wisdomquotes.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Procrastinator's Creed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I believe that if anything is worth doing, it would have been done already.&lt;br /&gt;2. I shall never move quickly, except to avoid more work or find excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;3. I will never rush into a job without a lifetime of consideration.&lt;br /&gt;4. I shall meet all of my deadlines directly in proportion to the amount of bodily injury I could expect to receive from missing them.&lt;br /&gt;5. I firmly believe that tomorrow holds the possibility for new technologies, astounding discoveries, and a reprieve from my obligations.&lt;br /&gt;6. I truly believe that all deadlines are unreasonable regardless of the amount of time given.&lt;br /&gt;7. I shall never forget that the probability of a miracle, though infinitesmally small, is not exactly zero.&lt;br /&gt;8. If at first I don't succeed, there is always next year.&lt;br /&gt;9. I shall always decide not to decide, unless of course I decide to change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;10. I shall always begin, start, initiate, take the first step, and/or write the first word, when I get around to it.&lt;br /&gt;11. I obey the law of inverse excuses which demands that the greater the task to be done, the more insignificant the work that must be done prior to beginning the greater task.&lt;br /&gt;12. I know that the work cycle is not plan/start/finish, but is wait/plan/plan.&lt;br /&gt;13. I will never put off until tomorrow, what I can forget about forever.&lt;br /&gt;14. I will become a member of the ancient Order of Two-Headed Turtles (the Procrastinator's Society) if they ever get it organized.&lt;br /&gt;source unknown -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not in a good mood today due to some reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just so any readers comes here to read please:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not believe that in a certain 'fat cat' cause only an ounce of what she writes is the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is really not a good time to get on my nerves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-6527525710459154498?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6527525710459154498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=6527525710459154498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6527525710459154498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6527525710459154498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-got-this-from-website.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-1649101422319029068</id><published>2008-08-29T00:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:34:34.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I do not forget friends;&lt;br /&gt;neither do I forget enemies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I sense a conspiracy. Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Teacher's Day concert was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Too bad at some points I was like doing duty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guess what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were not allowed to sit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In three years I have not get to watch a full concert due to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;council obligations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gosh. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did I get into this stuff..??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After Teacher's Day I went to play badminton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with Jiawen and Jonquil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shan't elaborate much but it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then went home at around one thirty when I received Fatin's call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to meet up with some primary school mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was superrrr tired so I did not go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dun feel a longing to go back to my primary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I can't figure out why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not think we are the least prepared if we were match up to taller opponents.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-1649101422319029068?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1649101422319029068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=1649101422319029068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1649101422319029068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1649101422319029068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-life-today_29.html' title='My Life Today'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-3977382099565108492</id><published>2008-08-24T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:39:49.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some people can be so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ignorant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-3977382099565108492?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-8859644191391628872</id><published>2008-08-23T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T03:51:08.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I finished watching Avatar Book 3 episodes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love the last episode ''The Final Battle''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/avatar%20aang/iiwolvez/avatar.gif?o=37" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn160/iiwolvez/avatar.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The orange colour dude flying is The Avatar Aang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Below him is Katara(girl) and Sokka(dude).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The latest episodes are AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Firelord was defeated and lost his fire bending abilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His son Prince Zuko gets his throne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/zuko/kagomesbrokenlove/Zuko2.jpg?o=38" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii59/kagomesbrokenlove/Zuko2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is Prince Zuko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is kinda EMO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He used to be bad and wanted to hunt Avatar Aang to restore his honour as a prince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He changed his ways and helped Avatar and the gang defeat the Firelord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He had a disturbed childhood and had a few internal struggles with himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in some of the episodes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/avatar%20aang/sifting_through_ideas_is_fun/Toph.jpg?o=101" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 471px" height="894" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn241/sifting_through_ideas_is_fun/Toph.jpg" width="520" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is Toph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A blind earth bender who can see with earth bending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is cool character in the anime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Overall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Avatar: The Legend of Aang is really a cool anime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-8859644191391628872?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8859644191391628872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=8859644191391628872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/8859644191391628872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/8859644191391628872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-life-today_23.html' title='My Life Today'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-1802601658169963546</id><published>2008-08-22T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T05:20:12.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Refering to the article in The New Paper dated 21.08.2008 Page 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The article is about foreign talent debate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The title of the article: &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;'Success of foreign talent discourages locals'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with the writer of the article, Ryan Huang about the article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some excerpts of what he wrote in the article:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''We have to be mindful not to use them as substitutes for home-grown talent.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''The message this sends out is 'don't bother trying, we can find a foreigner who's better than you to wear the jersey'.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'' Our real mission should be to nurture local talent.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''It's not all about winning.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite excerpt of the article is the last one about how it is not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all about winning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not against&lt;/span&gt; foreign talent playing for Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but when it deprives the chance for local talent who is just as good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to represent Singapore, it &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bothers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-1802601658169963546?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1802601658169963546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=1802601658169963546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1802601658169963546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1802601658169963546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-life-today_22.html' title='My Life Today'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-5729259420717964467</id><published>2008-08-19T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T02:48:49.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM SO ADDICTED TO THIS SONG CURRENTLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FALL FOR YOU by Secondhand Serenade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hold your breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Maths lesson yesterday got me having&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tears swimming in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I kept wiping the tears off but the tears kept swimming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And no, not because I find the lesson very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;touching&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was because I kept yawning and tears just seemed to form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It makes the whole meaning of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bored to tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; real to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And yeah, I was really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bored to tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to hear this conversation between Akhbar and Dinn at class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were doing Binomial Theorem or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinn:&lt;/span&gt; I think I know the problem already. (referring to maths question)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Akhbar:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah your brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results were like bugging me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But no results of the term test were out today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some things that I wanted to say but being morally right to me is not to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;say in your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; Admitting it out loud does not make it alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; Its one thing to be hardworking but another to be very paranoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;I really hate freeloaders who bank on people's things and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and do not feel in the least guilty about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt;Talk is cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-5729259420717964467?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5729259420717964467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=5729259420717964467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/5729259420717964467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/5729259420717964467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-life-today_19.html' title='My Life Today'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-8652690494986553095</id><published>2008-08-16T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T06:41:46.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Special Message&lt;/span&gt; to Jiawen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks alot for what you have done today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Without you being alert I might lost the chance to become PTI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;due to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOME&lt;/span&gt; people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many many thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPCC training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was not enthu today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Due to SOME reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the fun part of the training was when it ended and almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all of the sec one NCOs sit together in the NPCC room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and switched off the lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were telling supernatural stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a few scares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Especially when Clivan screamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-8652690494986553095?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8652690494986553095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=8652690494986553095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/8652690494986553095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/8652690494986553095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-life-today.html' title='My Life Today'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-6483156770085061628</id><published>2008-08-15T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T05:38:00.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Michael Phelps~~America's swimming athlete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/michael%20phelps/shortypmip4life2/michael-phelps.jpg?o=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 231px" height="277" src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff252/shortypmip4life2/michael-phelps.jpg" width="366" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Michael Phelps is an athlete to watch in the Olympics 2008 held in Beijing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is like an all-rounder in the swimming pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is currently in the running for his 8 or 9 olympic gold medals bid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Currently he has won around six gold medals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remembered watching him in the previous Olympics in Athens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was a swimming rival too, Ian Thorpe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He retired recently though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most likely Michael Phelps would be successful in his bid to get Olympic golds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;base on his recent superb and fantastic performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tao Li~~Singapore's swimming athlete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/tao%20li/nickfang/SEA%20Games%202007/IMGP0547.jpg?o=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 172px" height="585" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z12/nickfang/SEA%20Games%202007/IMGP0547.jpg" width="1024" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She made history be entering into the finals in a swimming event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in the Olympics 2008 held in Beijing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She became the first in Singapore to qualify into the finals of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;swimming event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Such fierce determination to win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It sure feels great to be able to represent your country in a sports event.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had Chemistry paper today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I did okay except for the topic on the mole concept and chemistry calculations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is a topic that proves yet again as a topic that I find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hard to grasp the concept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Maths was worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The worst has yet to come meaning Physics paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really got to buck up for this term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No more slacking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I caught on this advice a little too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Term test is going to be over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lets reap the benefits of hard work after all the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mugging for all the tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-6483156770085061628?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6483156770085061628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=6483156770085061628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6483156770085061628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6483156770085061628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-at-school_15.html' title='Today At School'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</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://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z12/nickfang/SEA%20Games%202007/th_IMGP0547.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-2669713463023203585</id><published>2008-08-11T03:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T03:55:18.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A maths test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I lamented to myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Why bother when I fail it time after time??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Thats the pessimistic side or me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey, I am being realistic to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Going to M.I.A. for one week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So will not update much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, blame the term tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : Went to Orchard yesterday with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And we saw a vending machines that dishes out &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UMBRELLAs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah U&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MBRELLAs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wakaka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-2669713463023203585?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2669713463023203585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=2669713463023203585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/2669713463023203585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/2669713463023203585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/maths-test.html' title='A maths test'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-8314120295551865841</id><published>2008-08-07T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:03:50.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;YTSS National Day Parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One point I want to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel last year parade more better in my point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The whole parade was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Except the part where &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONE INCIDENT&lt;/span&gt; diverted the attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;of the whole parade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shall not reveal details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phototaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were overcome with fatigue after the parade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The phototaking was like better than last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was kind of shorter and we were all standing in front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;of the fountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shift here. Shift there. Shift everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am sure all the NPCC cadets present in the phototaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;get my drift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POP Parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel last year POP parade was much more fun and memorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perhaps it is a matter of opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got one more thing I want to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP 2008 is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone is the trainings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the scoldings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Signing off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-8314120295551865841?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8314120295551865841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=8314120295551865841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/8314120295551865841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/8314120295551865841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-at-school_3531.html' title='Today At School'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-7526104882866337020</id><published>2008-08-07T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T05:24:48.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To the Spammer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey spammer. Can you get any stupider or are you just plain stupid..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I track your IP address for both times. It corresponds with the spammer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in Jiawen's blog. You have been changing computers. Smart move. But you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can outsmart me and Jiawen. Hmm...It's only a matter of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You wanna us to teach you the hard way. We WILL TEACH you the hard way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is through legal laws. Let me tell you the COLD HARD truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spam Control Bill&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Bill also proposes that anyone who suffers damages or loss arising from spam be given the right to initiate legal action against non-compliant spammers. The draft Bill also proposes that if found guilty, non-compliant spammers can be directed by the court to stop their spamming activities or pay damages to the affected parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This applies only in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apparently your IP address unfortunately for you is in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I dedicate this whole post for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This post is specially type by me to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tracked your IP address already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And your efforts in spamming is futile cause whatever you write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is just deleted off. So sad for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me and Jiawen would like to give the the trouble for messing with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;through legal actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next time, do not even try to mess with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-7526104882866337020?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7526104882866337020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=7526104882866337020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/7526104882866337020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/7526104882866337020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-at-school_07.html' title='Today At School'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-3648254270184392127</id><published>2008-08-05T19:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:06:45.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At school computer lab now in History lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;History lessons with our teacher is kewl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People always stereotype that history is a mundane subject to learn about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday NPCC meeting with the sec threes was like unsuccessful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wisdom of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;''Being a &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sour grape&lt;/span&gt; dun do anyone any good.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Groundless conflicts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me emphasise the word ' groundless'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We get our sergeant rank cause we &lt;strong&gt;earned&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you do not deserve it, then do not talk so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In what way do you think we do not deserve it or that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your drills is &lt;strong&gt;superior&lt;/strong&gt; to us??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Know your limits can??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-3648254270184392127?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3648254270184392127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=3648254270184392127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3648254270184392127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3648254270184392127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-at-school_05.html' title='Today At School'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-1487135263081357736</id><published>2008-08-02T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T05:36:34.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today's training was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;strangely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; interesting.&lt;br /&gt;We had a two complete rehearsals of the NDP parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note to remember:&lt;br /&gt;Please dun discuss then ask us to form up.&lt;br /&gt;We are like waiting for instructions after we form up.&lt;br /&gt;Very tiring and waste our energy.&lt;br /&gt;Let me fill in the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to admit I missed the times in last year NDP parade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NPCC was the GOH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The sec fours then were commanding the parade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Being in a supporting contingents is tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waiting for the GOH inspection to finish almost feels like forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;March pass is the part most of the people inside the contingent looks forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We thought it was over but it was'nt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a muster parade where some of us get our ranks and badges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It feels great to be sergeant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then came the irritating part where our TO scolded us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It felt like forever when she scold us for like one hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are tired. We came back from two parades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The muster parade. And we had to listen to some &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;crap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Conflicts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel like telling these two people involved in the conflict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you are not qualified enough, dun kid yourself into joining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dun care if your drills are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I seriously dun care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the thing is, it is'nt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just because of some rotten eggs we have to listen to the crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where were you in the second parade rehearsal...??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-1487135263081357736?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1487135263081357736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=1487135263081357736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1487135263081357736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1487135263081357736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-at-school.html' title='Today At School'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-3672374893915388746</id><published>2008-08-01T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T05:30:30.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey coward. Dun want write your name.&lt;br /&gt;Keep spaming.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see who will laugh last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I DARE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HEY have you heard of the phrase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;''TAKES ONE TO SAY ONE.''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the bloody b****.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna mess with me through this coward methods AND&lt;br /&gt;beware cause I WILL get even with you.&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna hunt you down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-3672374893915388746?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3672374893915388746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=3672374893915388746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3672374893915388746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3672374893915388746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-coward.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-9100132243430822606</id><published>2008-07-26T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T02:20:23.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never went training yesterday because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;of some Youth Achievers Forum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227579244410931986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SIwXoDpRixI/AAAAAAAAABM/iigGPq76K44/s320/IMG_1431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Parade form up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227580244381269906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SIwYiQ0x_5I/AAAAAAAAABU/kGzj2HZ-gZo/s320/IMG_1361.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Moo. That was random.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am in no mood to type more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But you know what they say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A picture is worth a thousand words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Signing out now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-9100132243430822606?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/9100132243430822606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=9100132243430822606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/9100132243430822606'/><link rel='self' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Something interesting I came across today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many legs does a dog have if you call the tail a leg? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Four; calling a tail a leg doesn't make it a leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;~Abraham Lincoln~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prison Break 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I watched the episode this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally I can see them breaking out of the prison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who knows anti-climax again like get caught breaking out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and Michael Scofield would be back to square one again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Episode Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hell or High Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Michael, Whistler, and Mahone make their break from Sona. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But Mahone seems like the odd man out along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-5732142855166707296?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5732142855166707296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=5732142855166707296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/5732142855166707296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/5732142855166707296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/something-interesting-i-came-across.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-1388695645711725362</id><published>2008-07-21T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T17:28:59.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quote of the Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''To be ignorant of one's ignorance is the malady of the ignorant.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~Amos Bronson Alcott~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;malady=any undesirable or disordered condition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We learn a new word today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-1388695645711725362?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1388695645711725362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=1388695645711725362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1388695645711725362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule everyday is so routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Energy, Work and Power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Topic we are tested in the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not been doing homework for the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Make that weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Signing out now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-3444408022601110739?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-7190181292915334382</id><published>2008-07-19T22:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T22:47:38.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;This kinda expresses what I am feeling right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so faithless lost under the surface&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what you're expecting of me&lt;br /&gt;Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;Every step that I take is another mistake to you&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;Become so tired so much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that you're smothering me&lt;br /&gt;Holding too tightly afraid to lose control&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything that you thought I would be&lt;br /&gt;Has fallen apart right in front of you&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;Every step that I take is another mistake to you&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;And every second I waste is more than I can take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;Become so tired so much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I knowI may end up failing too&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;You were just like me with someone disappointed in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* I am weird. *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-7190181292915334382?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7190181292915334382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=7190181292915334382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/7190181292915334382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/7190181292915334382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-at-school_5135.html' title='Today At School'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-5589210937947140755</id><published>2008-07-19T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T22:16:51.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sergeant Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were tested based on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; M.O.I. (Method of Instruction)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. Drills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Uniform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; First Aid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rahimi sir did not have the time to test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us on First Aid.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky us.&lt;br /&gt;We did not prepared enough for it.&lt;br /&gt;Let me go into details of the sergeant test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a long time waiting for my turn to do M.O.I., it was finally my turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I marched out and Rahimi sir said that I had to teach them 'turun senjata' which to put the arms into 'sedia' position. He also made it a wee bit difficult by telling me that I cannot move my squad to form a U shape around me. I was like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I had to make the best of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I told the squad that if you cannot see me shift yourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I did not even know if it violates the instruction of not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;shifting the squad to make a U shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was like whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I actually was scared and stutter my words in the first part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when I was explaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I gathered the momentum and did okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If the First Aid test was on that day I would have failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was a blessing in disguise and I can study for the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Its almost disgusting how she manipulates the situation to favour her. *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-5589210937947140755?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5589210937947140755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=5589210937947140755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/5589210937947140755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/5589210937947140755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-at-school_19.html' title='Today At School'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-7851744170085830141</id><published>2008-07-18T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T06:12:58.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mood at the moment: Happy;angry;relieved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had e maths lesson today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was so scared cause I did not bring my homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was shaking (not literally) but still scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But hey my maths teacher just went past my table and did not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;see that I did not do that homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Phew. Make that double phew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then had English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I did the homework okay so I was not tense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Npcc training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Training quite fun today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not much of scoldings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The sec ones also very cooperative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;exceptions &lt;/span&gt;of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is always bad eggs in a basket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did I get that proverb right...??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sergeant&lt;/span&gt; test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must pass it with flying colours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have not polish my boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Polish my badge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Study first aid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will just make the best with the time I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must learn about cramps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muscle cramps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leg cramps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Period cramps anyone...??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wakakaka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me signing out now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-7851744170085830141?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7851744170085830141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=7851744170085830141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/7851744170085830141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/7851744170085830141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-at-school_18.html' title='Today At School'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-3743299912611426580</id><published>2008-07-13T23:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:18:29.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mood at the moment: Normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Suck-ups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bootlickers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever you call it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. Why are people like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the people they suck-up to. Do you even&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;freaking realised they are sucking-up to you or are you just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;playing dumb or ignorant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have something against these kind of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Giving them priorities just because they suck-up to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wake up your idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-3743299912611426580?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3743299912611426580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=3743299912611426580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3743299912611426580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3743299912611426580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/mood-at-moment-normal-suck-ups.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-1263405476193632904</id><published>2008-07-13T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T06:03:16.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mood at the moment: Normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so called freaking out about the maths test on tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the social studies test on the same day too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the 'O' Level MT Listening Comprehension on the same day too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So basically my schedule is packed with tests and exams next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone who reads my blog please tag about the song I put on my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took along time to get the song because I did not know the title of the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only like certain techno song though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So any comments about the song please kindly tag on the tagboard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because my tagboard is getting emptier(is there such a term...??) by the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got another meeting at six forty five on tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why on earth tuesday...??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna buy that assessment book sometime this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Random comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The prank is pulling off very well. *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-1263405476193632904?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1263405476193632904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=1263405476193632904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1263405476193632904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1263405476193632904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-at-school_13.html' title='Today At School'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-1399824160663929477</id><published>2008-07-12T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T07:53:43.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mood at the moment: Normal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NDP training was like mundane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There ws not much events that is worth to highlight about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not really like training wearing uniform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna wear PT kit do drills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then again whats the point of drills without uniform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the unexpected thing happen which turn things around for the better .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Northpoint and saw &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; unexpected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We walk past that someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; smile so broadly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Jiawen was like woah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After walking past &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we walk a distance and keep staring at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; until &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; walk out of the particular shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Jiawen were so jubilant and kept talking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a coincidence we were walking there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I will remember your smile. *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-1399824160663929477?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1399824160663929477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=1399824160663929477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1399824160663929477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1399824160663929477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-at-school_12.html' title='Today At School'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-5330720637309902701</id><published>2008-07-11T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T10:09:01.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just now had a maths lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, how much of this can I take before I finally snap, I wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had NPCC training. Guess what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally went one whole day of training without Jiawen and Jonquil around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took drills and campcraft ( I really need to brush up on my knots and lashing ) and took part in games. The sec ones were cooperative with us most of the times with exceptions. Question is, how long more before we can take strict actions with that attitude of hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When she needs to play a game of captainball in the game section she and her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;friends sat in the middle of the parade square stretching out their legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They ignored the entire game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JUST WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO PROVE HUH?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That you can do whatever you want or is it just that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you very bigshot in the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have alot of answers for that question each as unlikely as the next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then do not join to begin with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next about the meetings conducted in the early morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You said yourself that you everytime wait for latecomers and its not fair to you if you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had to wait for the latecomers every meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I have been to two meetings recently and guess what. I did not even see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you there. EXCUSES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why are people like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please walk the talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow got NDP NPCC training at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am tired. Me signing out for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-5330720637309902701?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5330720637309902701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=5330720637309902701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/5330720637309902701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/5330720637309902701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-at-school_11.html' title='Today At School'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-478198108302276414</id><published>2008-07-10T05:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T05:41:47.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Summarising some of the events that happened the past few weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oral exam. Correction. Major exam. It was disastrous in my point of view. I did not had much to say to the questions. Its over. I should get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I get to raise the flag with Jiawen for the first time. It was memorable in a good and bad way. Jiawen should know why. Tsk. Tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days in a maths lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am not sure what I have been doing for the past few lessons. Daydreaming I guess. Maybe sleeping. I do not even understand the simplest of the logarithm questions on the whiteboard. Its like learning a whole different language. And so called ''the icing on the cake'' is that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Maths test next Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Maths sure is full of surprises. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-.-''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say about the test. Perhaps I am prepared to flung the test. The pessimistic never got far as they say but at times like these I know when to be realistic. Hoping against hope that I will pass the test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it difficult to laugh at jokes nowadays. I think I am getting a little bit to serious about everything. Life without laughter sure is mundane. I have to study now for test. Signing out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-478198108302276414?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/478198108302276414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=478198108302276414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/478198108302276414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/478198108302276414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-at-school.html' title='Today At School'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-5394258168151383266</id><published>2008-07-07T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T17:38:48.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; My computer got problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I am in the school computer lab doing some school work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven been going online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The com is going to be okay in a week time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My hands are itching to go online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-5394258168151383266?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5394258168151383266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=5394258168151383266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/5394258168151383266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/5394258168151383266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-computer-got-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-576353091767990586</id><published>2008-06-24T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T07:09:06.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I cannot wait for the next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PT session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time I am making amends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause somebody said the last session&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was a sloppy PT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to make the next PT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a tough one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-576353091767990586?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/576353091767990586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=576353091767990586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/576353091767990586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/576353091767990586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-at-school_24.html' title='Today At School'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-6612605066153395926</id><published>2008-06-22T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T00:59:51.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SF4DnNuDaCI/AAAAAAAAABE/G0n1VYt1ulo/s1600-h/IMG_1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214609390774216738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SF4DnNuDaCI/AAAAAAAAABE/G0n1VYt1ulo/s320/IMG_1303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Random picture. (Lol..??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not use the three packets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The CIs keep telling us to refill our water bottles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So no use use the packets cause no taste for 1.5 litre water bottles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alot of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unfinished.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Half-way through.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I should be doing homework right now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-6612605066153395926?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6612605066153395926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=6612605066153395926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6612605066153395926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6612605066153395926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-at-school_22.html' title='Today At School'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SF4DnNuDaCI/AAAAAAAAABE/G0n1VYt1ulo/s72-c/IMG_1303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-3459055221009273805</id><published>2008-06-21T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T07:20:14.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Survival Camp 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pulau Ubin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NPCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Charlie group. I felt a little pissed that and felt like I would not enjoy the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;camp cause Jiawen not in the same group. Seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jiawen and me would be super enthu if we were in the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;group. My mood was disturbed in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But guess what Charlie was a group of cool people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And by cool I mean they are a bunch of funny and enthu people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There were people who dun really care what happens to the group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our group consists of me nabillah izzah me and gina farid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the ytss people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The things I wanna mention was the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Campfire Performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We taught we were going to screw the performance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cause of lack preparation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But our performance turn out good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The campfire MC, Rahimi sir, said that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;quoted ''That was something.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It really boost our morale for the campfire night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And one more thing about the camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PT was damn tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And by tough I mean really really tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or maybe you could blame on my fitness level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Again the PTI was Rahimi sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We should have expected it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more thing I would like to mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a funny incident in the camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When the camp coordinator ask us to fall in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and hold up our bottles and ponchos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He made us run back again and again to fall in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And in the confusion, I fall in in the Bravo group girls section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the time I realised that the camp coordinator told us not to move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My thoughts were racing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if they ask us to report.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is Bravo going to have one extra person and Charlie going to have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one less person and the CIs going to keep shouting??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I looked around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I held my breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I move to the guys section for Charlie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just one step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relax. They will not see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When they ask to hold the ponchos up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ran back to where I was supposed to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Accomplished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-3459055221009273805?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3459055221009273805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=3459055221009273805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3459055221009273805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/3459055221009273805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-at-school_21.html' title='Today At School'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-18713001684408884</id><published>2008-06-16T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T00:18:18.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;My Rantings Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning: If you do not like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;what I wrote do yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;a favour and click on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;right button at the top right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hand corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If want respect or want us to respect you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then you wouldnt be doing this kind of implementation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you wouldnt want to be so authoritarian like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whatever it is we are still your squadmates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like it or not we are not one year older or younger than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN why do have to draw a DISTINCTION between you five heads and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the rest of us?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We are not dispensable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I recalled you guys saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;''When we need you to come down we will call you if not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then you are not to come down for training.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just what are you guys trying to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that we are dispensable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what you have said only makes us feel that we dun belong in NP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You should at least said or phrased it in a tacful manner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but still deliver the same message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We dun feel like we belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You are wearing a hat much bigger than your head.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-18713001684408884?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/18713001684408884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=18713001684408884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/18713001684408884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/18713001684408884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-at-school_16.html' title='Today At School'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-6112974768886219812</id><published>2008-06-15T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T08:53:30.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today at School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My Rantings Part 1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning: I value Freedom of Speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;as long as there is no defamation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If You do not like what I wrote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;please do yourself a favour and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;click the red button on the top right hand corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just came back from an awesome camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Did I just say awesome??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No it was no where near that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everything we thought was going to run smoothly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Example was the campfire and PT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On the last day of camp during the debrief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They announced that the NCOs besides the five heads is barred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;from entering the NP room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I felt it was unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The previous batch have never done such a rule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The reason behind it was that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;they wanted to clear the administration things and clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then what makes us any different from our juniors??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are NCOs yet we are barred from entering the NP room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;without any reason relating to training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-6112974768886219812?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6112974768886219812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=6112974768886219812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6112974768886219812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/6112974768886219812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-at-school_15.html' title='Today at School'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-1647316822795349438</id><published>2008-06-11T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:13:06.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;There are certain standards people expect from us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;There are certain obligations we have to uphold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To disappoint those people who are counting on us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is as though you are letting down yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You would question yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why am I doing this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Am I doing this for them or myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Am I doing this due to obligations or glory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Am I doing what I really want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Question yourself and from there move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sec 1 camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am really nervous about what is going to happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;during the sec 1 camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;I am scared that I will screw up during the PT session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Had a taste of conducting PT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;It was weird but you feel a sense of accomplishment when the PT turn out to be a success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Someone tell me to be more fierce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Being too fierce can work two ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;People will rebel cause they dun like being force to do something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;People will follow your instructions but they will respect you out of fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;I dun want that to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;I suggest being fierce at the right times would be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you did that I feel like smiling to myself stupidly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-1647316822795349438?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1647316822795349438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=1647316822795349438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1647316822795349438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/1647316822795349438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-at-school_11.html' title='Today At School'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-5926424113387900432</id><published>2008-06-06T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:33:38.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been a long time since I updated my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tsk.Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alot has been going on nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mainly, school holidays are not holidays anymore. I guess holidays are meant for us to catch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;up on our studies. Its just like school except its in a slower and relax pace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a Leadership and Mentoring Skills Course for the past two days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cannot really say it was a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was mundane at some points to be truthful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What were we expecting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lectures to be exciting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209031835058330850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SEoy2vhaXOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kPv3N2MbJMs/s320/IMG_1046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We played Bingo during the lectures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If we did not I think we slept already during the lectures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One of the lectures about leadership was particularly interesting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had to do a personality test called&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Personality Type (DISC)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There is four main categories of person you can be and type of leadership you have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Namely, 1) Dominance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) Influence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) Steadiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) Conscientious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am a mixture of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dominance&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;steadiness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some of the other school people have the same combination as mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The instructors described we people as follow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Introvert.&lt;/span&gt; (steadiness)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;True at some points.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When given power they will use it well.&lt;/span&gt; (dominance)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maybe. I can never know for sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This kind of people are usually ''emo'' at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Puzzled. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;''Emo''&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He also said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;emotional&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; are two different things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jonquil told me his explanation was quite true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I also find his explanations describing Jonquil is also quite true to describe her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But then again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This test could be quite inaccurate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;People could judge themselves inaccurately.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nevertheless this lecture was the lecture that I did not feel like sleeping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On the whole, the whole course was beneficial but mundane.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-5926424113387900432?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5926424113387900432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=5926424113387900432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/5926424113387900432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/5926424113387900432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-at-school.html' title='Today At School'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SEoy2vhaXOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kPv3N2MbJMs/s72-c/IMG_1046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-915379838327491882</id><published>2008-05-30T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T06:16:05.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Unselfish, caring, fair, impartial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Everything you are&lt;/span&gt; NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why got so many trainings dun want to tell us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cannot believe how selfish you guys are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if there is enough people the least you could ask who want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least you are giving us the option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If too many people at least we can &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;understand the situation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least we know and not &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KEPT IN THE DARK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just what are you guys trying to tell us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bet the previous batch and the other batch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is not like us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; almost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; forgot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WORLD AIN'T FAIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-915379838327491882?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/915379838327491882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=915379838327491882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/915379838327491882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/915379838327491882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-at-school_30.html' title='Today At School'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-1874117955733306756</id><published>2008-05-22T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T04:46:12.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The unspeakable truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Level Ranking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It cant get any worse can it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Weird huh now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What it really feels like being in the bottom 20 percent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I guess I really need to buck up alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I cant leave it and do nothing about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I tried. I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe it is not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* I just want to make you and myself proud. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-1874117955733306756?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-5124650189836405472</id><published>2008-05-17T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T04:22:59.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Jurong Point with Jiawen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were there for at least two plus hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201300071232268354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SC6622wDaEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jCNEX4iDP1g/s320/IMG_0593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A keychain I bought from a machine in Toy R Us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See it glow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201301673255069778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SC68UGwDaFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uvzwN6eLj0M/s320/IMG_0588.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We walked around the whole shopping centre.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We went to Toy R Us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There were so many cool &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;toys&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It kind of bring the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;kid&lt;/span&gt; in us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When the day ended we search for a neoprint shop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There is no neoprint shop there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We ate at KFC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As usual.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When we were going around the shopping mall &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jonquil was at tuition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tsk.Tsk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a great time overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-5124650189836405472?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5124650189836405472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=5124650189836405472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-98641754692636341</id><published>2008-05-16T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T05:21:16.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I let myself down this time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SC10Y2wDaDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AxflQqCL4RA/s1600-h/IMG_0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200941115045537842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SC10Y2wDaDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AxflQqCL4RA/s320/IMG_0580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Scribbling can be fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to my grades.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Overall I failed one subject but I am stiil disappointed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DUH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just now got NPCC training.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jiawen and Jonquil had to leave half way cause they got shooting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thought that I would be in a not so mood cause of their absence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I thought wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Though it would be so much fun if Jiawen was there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She and I could have goofed around quite a bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jonquil was wandering about with her friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was teaching the same group of sec ones&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;as Clivan Farid and Kendrik.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I thought they would keep quiet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but we goofed around the sec ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We taught them turning drills&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but it turned out to be confusing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We laughed at the sec ones when they were doing drills&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;when we played a little competition to make the drills more interesting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It turned out quite interesting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Received the school holiday &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;assignment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Very thick stack of paper&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;to be called &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;homework&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I must try to finish the homework one week before holiday ends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Procrastination can get in the way at times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It has been quite a while since we utter a work to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-98641754692636341?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/98641754692636341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=98641754692636341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/98641754692636341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/98641754692636341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-at-school_16.html' title='Today At School'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</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/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SC10Y2wDaDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AxflQqCL4RA/s72-c/IMG_0580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312264018668239099.post-4638189900211177877</id><published>2008-05-14T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:13:22.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today at School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strumming away the sorrow of exam results.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SCsNSGwDaCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsxiuXoiHzE/s1600-h/IMG_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200264799430338594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzwBJz-jfM/SCsNSGwDaCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FsxiuXoiHzE/s320/IMG_0571.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my guitar&lt;br /&gt;(although two strings are out of tune)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have I been slacking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause my results are like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a disaster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well oh well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess I better deal with it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I pledge&lt;/span&gt; to buck up tremendously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the next term test and end of year exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I pledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; to myself&lt;/em&gt; that I will make a comeback&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should not fall in the vicious cycle of failing and always giving up after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not so good results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not let myself down anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-4638189900211177877?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4638189900211177877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=4638189900211177877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/4638189900211177877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/4638189900211177877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/05/strumming-away-sorrow-of-exam-results.html' title='Today at School'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</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 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Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And here I am wondering have you been faking it being friends with me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We used to laugh at class last year being very good friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had our differences I agree.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We dont talk like we used to anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cant believe the questions you ask my friend about me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You think I am gonna fight it out with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You think I so childish like you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well think again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that. Yesterday went HMT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I was supposed not to go to school cause I did not have any exams yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got back my HMT exam results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got A2 for paper 2 and &lt;em&gt;karangan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Improved tremendously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daripada selalu dapat C6.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I should maintained these results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we have to go back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Frankly I am nervous about the results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Blog again if I am free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4312264018668239099-9188999075136375079?l=reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/9188999075136375079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4312264018668239099&amp;postID=9188999075136375079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/9188999075136375079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4312264018668239099/posts/default/9188999075136375079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscences-and-rants.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-at-school_13.html' title='Today at School'/><author><name>me-myself-i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03028496061331378194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
