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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30775789.post-6313263322425371227</id><published>2007-12-12T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T23:07:25.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>周杰伦   我不配</title><content type='html'>这街上太拥挤 &lt;br /&gt;太多人有秘密 &lt;br /&gt;玻璃上有雾气 &lt;br /&gt;在背影照进过去 &lt;br /&gt;你脸上的情绪 &lt;br /&gt;在怀念那场雨 &lt;br /&gt;这小弄太过完全 走不回过这里 &lt;br /&gt;这日子孤单里 又班驳了结局 &lt;br /&gt;剩下半空回忆的我在大房子 &lt;br /&gt;第一眼的注意 &lt;br /&gt;更遥远的距离 &lt;br /&gt;感情没有对手戏你跟自己下棋 &lt;br /&gt;还来不及 &lt;br /&gt;仔细心细 &lt;br /&gt;写下你的关于 &lt;br /&gt;描述我如何爱你 &lt;br /&gt;你却微笑的离我而去 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这感觉已经不对 &lt;br /&gt;我努力在挽回 &lt;br /&gt;一些些应给的体贴 &lt;br /&gt;但感觉我没给 &lt;br /&gt;你如此碎的愿望 &lt;br /&gt;很卑微 在凋谢 &lt;br /&gt;是我忽略你不过要的安慰 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这感觉已经不对 &lt;br /&gt;我最后才了解 &lt;br /&gt;一页页不能翻阅 &lt;br /&gt;但情节你好累 &lt;br /&gt;你我的卑微为我掉过几次泪而憔悴 &lt;br /&gt;而我心碎你受罪你的美 &lt;br /&gt;我不配 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you see boxes above, obviously ur com dun read chinese.ahh i just love this song right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys, been quite a while since i last blogged.i am tired man.anyway, this week has been pretty good so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday was awesome with you around.i actually took leave so i cld go out and yeah u know u will have fun when u go out with a certain person. tuesday rocked the socks too man. my chemical romance concert at max pavilion.it was freaking fun and it was a great show.no doubt abt that.shih han started work today at some ulu place near vivo haha.poor girl, forgot abt lunch.pack lunch ok?drink more water too.sick still eat spicy stuff.growl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i got a diff task today.proofing is boring the shit out of me.now i do scanning hahaha.i am learning slowly ok.long way more to NS can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUL THEODORE ZD! tmr's ur day to go in.all the best.i will join u in april. =D sadly, i watch my frens go in slowly.soon it will only be me left in the working world.oh well.how i wish i cld go in earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts all for tonight.my nose is acting weird.again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-6313263322425371227?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/6313263322425371227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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words'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_YCH4pPuQLaw/R1fwkdTu43I/AAAAAAAAACE/1L8RzU82JeI/s72-c/kat+and+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30775789.post-1023658440903873861</id><published>2007-12-06T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T20:53:35.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>need i say more.pictures speak a thousand words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YCH4pPuQLaw/R1fwkdTu43I/AAAAAAAAACE/1L8RzU82JeI/s1600-h/kat+and+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YCH4pPuQLaw/R1fwkdTu43I/AAAAAAAAACE/1L8RzU82JeI/s72-c/kat+and+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30775789.post-4474754740046907415</id><published>2007-12-06T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T20:47:16.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh</title><content type='html'>as i mentioned, this week is hell week.work work play back to work and work.play part refers to prom by the way. oh yeahh, thanks to my sis, i managed to get decent clothes the night before prom.we walked ard bugis street and ended up buying clothes from topshop, espirit. all in bugis junction. oh well, i am waiting for pics and i will upload slowly. the night was kinda boring having to seat with people i barely know.i think the only ones i can name on my table were - jeanette, juliet?, jing yan?, adeline, andre.oh yeah, and theodore the bitch. (tell u why later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner wasnt fantastic and i think there was a lot of food wastage. the host was funny but over all i felt very lonely and sian. it seemed photo taking was more impt than eating for some haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post prom was a diff story. glad to see some mates there -adeline, nigel, long, joc, shi hui, paul, kok and LINDA. ahahah first time i see linda drink quite a bit. she enjoyed it and i swear she almost got drunk ahha.i ordered bailey's and irish cream on the rocks. still my favourite i guess? kaluah next haha (act big @_@) cabbed home and gosh super driver got me home in 10 minutes for 8 bucks.i was dead tired man.no wait i AM dead tired right now.thus this disjointed and horrid post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will blog again when i am more energetic. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-4474754740046907415?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/4474754740046907415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=4474754740046907415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/4474754740046907415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/4474754740046907415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2007/12/ahh.html' title='ahh'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-4480316112867123464</id><published>2007-12-02T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:42:09.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work work and work</title><content type='html'>ok i started off work at ntuc income last friday at sister's department.phew it wasnt so hard to blend it.i mean i know her colleagues.so i cld hear pple whispering that guy looks like jeanette.yeah yeah i can hear u people.the people at this department is fun man. i kind of like my job cos it is simple. it started off complicated with so many stuff ta check but after awhile, i just got used to it.reported at 8.30am with sister and left at around 7.30pm..guess what, there's a backlog of about 2,000 cases and we, the temp staff doing the proofing have to get rid of them by the end of next week.know what this mean? this means i have to work overtime now.speaking of which,i just worked a full day yesterday (saturday).the reason why i didnt complain is maybe bcos its only day 2 of work and i dun know how much i am being paid.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn now i have no time to exercise.i guess i will exercise every night now.i need to prepare for NS.i am losing weight i know i can tell.but so far i have only swam once which was like, last week? and i have ran for like hmmmm oh wait i have not run since NAPFA test please. kok siang, coming tuesday swimming same place, you want? ahaha.(see if u read this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now to NS, its going to be work work and work and more work i guess? i am kind of looking forward to my NS actually.hey peeps, when u are getting your NS stuff tell me, lets get them together though i go in later!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new week is hell week and i will tell you why.tonight liverpool vs bolton at 10.55pm by the time it ends it will be around 1am. tmr i start at 8.30am and no, the office is not beside my bedroom.thus i have to prolly wake around 6.45am. hopefully the buses wun be so anal tmr.124 takes a damn long time and route please.i shld consider taking train man.rarhh.yes anyway i prolly have to speed up my work and work overtime on monday maybe to lets say 8pm? (or maybe earlier if i can clear 150+ cases) ok then dinner and daily blogging saps my time away. prolly sleep late again on monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that u have the main picture, this repeats itself for the rest of the week.only some nights i may work out in the gym or maybe go for an evening swim. i dun need the tan when i can get it myself from april 10.give me 10 days then and i will be as brown as your cupboard over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, as i was saying my days and nights will be burnt out.and guess what, i am working this coming saturday and sunday too! woohoo more cash. boohoo less sleep. STARHUB ROADSHOW NGEE ANN CITY (OUTSIDE TAKA) selling handphone accessories. i dun know how i am going to prepare but anyway, kok and i will figure out somehow.we start at 10am and end at 7pm but warned we have to work OT to maybe 9pm BOTH DAYS.well i am ok with the pay and i can talk to strangers so why not man.haha.something tells me i am going to have fun.so please guys, come and visit us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now, its close to lunch time now and i am going to meet my sister soon at minds cafe. oh ya mr tea has freaking good and cheap tea. (so random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios people, have a great week ahead while i coop up in the office, increasing the need for new thicker lenses and go retard maybe?before i leave i realised some pple are weird when filling up forms. Person A wanna buy insurance for person B who is A's child born in 2005 for example. how can B (who's 3 years old) be married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strangely parents feel their baby's occupation is infant/baby.hmm.ok not funny.blog again soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-4480316112867123464?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/4480316112867123464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=4480316112867123464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/4480316112867123464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/4480316112867123464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2007/12/work-work-and-work.html' title='work work and work'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-8089796985070550631</id><published>2007-11-29T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T17:08:05.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life these days</title><content type='html'>ahh just got back from damien's chalet.a lot of stuff might have happened dude.but we had fun and made new friends! come one! staying over with u guys totally rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;costa sands resort at sentosa isnt that big but it sure is a cosy place.i stayed overnight for fun to see what fun we could have.woots 2am we wandered around sentosa hoping there would be a pub or bar open to allow us to drink and party.unfortunately, no one was around LA.omg it was sickening please.we walked from siloso to the bus carpark where in the first time in my life 7-eleven was CLOSED.YES 7-ELEVEN CLOSED.wtf!&lt;br /&gt;we headed to palawan beach's 7-eleven and thankfully it was open. we got booze and some snacks and we sat at the already closed bikini bar and drank and talked stuff that we agreed should stay at sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aloysious, alex and landis these three new frens are wacky man.totally our type of friends damien haha.we all shared how much we didnt really like our schools.poor damien, he's living for the UK soon yet he has unhappy memories clouded in his mind.ahh he's a nice dude.glad to have met him in british council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while the others slept at 3.30am damien and i chionged virtual tennis 3 on our psps haha.i won you dude! haha.well i really wanted to sleep at 5am.damien said he wasnt going to sleep but guess what! i went to the toilet and came out to see him already sleeping.i was there awake alone, unable to sleep due to the snores i could hear from left right and everywhere (ok la not that bad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly i woke at abt 8.30am that morning thats like 3hrs of sleep? landis, jacq and i played some card games while the sleeping beauties and beasts (HAHA) were snoring like pigs in the rooms.well i must admit its fun to play cards so early in the morning, gets ur brain functioning.gosh jacq is really bad at bluffing (well its not neccessarily a bad thing).she took like 3/4 of the original double deck and gave up half way while playing bluff.poor girl ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;watever happened at sentosa, stays at sentosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i feel a little better after admitting what i feel to u. i hope things work out right.against all odds, against all logic, i see you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i treasure both relationships and friendships. i feel there needs to be a balance. well, different people have different philosophies. that's just mine, whether u like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerios people, i start work officially tmr 30 November! woots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-8089796985070550631?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/8089796985070550631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=8089796985070550631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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yk to get games for my psp.funny and generous guy to share his games.pity i only got a 2gb mem card for now.otherwise i would be playing more games.taught esther for free (appreciate) in the afternoon and headed to braddel to meet MUM (Evon) for dinner.brought her to botak jones.we stole the menu but i forgot to give it to her at the end of the day.haha we were laughing the whole night and yes as expected, we couldnt finish our dinner.we caught enchanted after that.SOME people do not like that show while others like them ok!  haha it was my second time watching enchanted by the way.it ended quite late.sorry ta break ur curfew mum! phew her godmum fetched her home. fun day today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday&lt;br /&gt;went swimming with kok siang.gosh he woke at 6.40am to be at farrer park by 8am. i guess he was no wait, he IS very enthu abt swimming. he can swim breaststroke now. yay! so kok siang if u are reading this, see u nect saturday. we have decided to make swimming a daily affair. i feel we shld swim twice a week but i will most probably start working next week.(hopefully) i guess i will have to settle for night swims on weekdays. playing time is over, its time for me to wake up and face the real world outside. i have been living in my own comfort zone for a long long time. time to break out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i slept like a freaking pig the whole afternoon please.slept till i almost idnt go for dinner.i was dead tired.and sick.yes, so weak. laugh, go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday&lt;br /&gt;fish head curry last night must have fried my throat or something.and gosh i felt like pulling off my nose or something.thank god for medicine.stayed at home the whole day and yeah almost bored to death.imagine ur nose dripping mucus and every swallow of ur saliva has that yucky feeling. how to enjoy while outside? sorry 0634 for not being there at pulau ubin or marina.i know such opportunities dun come by easily but i will be there for the next gathering (if any). watched heroes with my sister and yeah i fell asleep on my bed cos i was dead tired.2.30am then and i was drowsy with my flu tablet.i am not superman u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday (today)&lt;br /&gt;almost had another boring day thankfully saved by paul.caught the kingdom with him this afternoon.its a good show.the jokes are funny and timely.it didnt leave a very wow feeling at the end but enjoyable.i still prefer my enchanted HAHA.had dinner and here i am typing this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Stephen Loh, wherever u are now i am sure u are happy and is resting in peace. though we did not know each other on a personal level, i know u were a great teacher since the day u were at first toa payoh back then.u will be remembered by many. don't they say, the good die young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers people.have a great week ahead (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-30775789.post-4928093070149139758</id><published>2007-11-21T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T11:43:52.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YCH4pPuQLaw/R0OpaEO052I/AAAAAAAAAB8/YsstKW3kPc8/s1600-h/peter+and+nathan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YCH4pPuQLaw/R0OpaEO052I/AAAAAAAAAB8/YsstKW3kPc8/s320/peter+and+nathan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135134265410119522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha nice picture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-4947363298130628892?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/4947363298130628892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=4947363298130628892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/4947363298130628892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/4947363298130628892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_YCH4pPuQLaw/R0KgeUO051I/AAAAAAAAAB0/LpHlgLbr6cA/s72-c/mr+bennet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30775789.post-2987750419159402327</id><published>2007-11-20T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:52:27.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heroes episode 9</title><content type='html'>omg Tim Kring and his crew rock man. the plot is getting more interesting and it sucks to know its going to end in 2 episodes time.how sucky is that. i am amazed from this episode and my conclusion is that u dun need to have super powers to be a hero. my ideal hero will no doubt be NOAH BENNET. omg he loves claire so much and everything he does, he does it for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, who's the baddie.hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week: hiro vs peter, elle vs claire bennet ( bitch fight (: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-2987750419159402327?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/2987750419159402327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=2987750419159402327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/2987750419159402327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/2987750419159402327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2007/11/heroes-episode-9.html' title='heroes episode 9'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-679956260063590983</id><published>2007-11-19T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T18:28:41.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shows to catch</title><content type='html'>ok i shall post my views on the upcoming shows to watch man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Mist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch it here : http://youtube.com/watch?v=EP-MHO_M6ik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a violent storm attacks a town in Maine, an approaching cloud of mist appears the next morning. As the mist quickly envelops the area, a group of people get trapped in a local grocery store -among them, artist David Drayton and his five-year-old son. The people soon discover that within the mist lives numerous species of horrific, unworldly creatures that entered through an inter-dimensional rift, which may or may not have been caused by a nearby military base. As the world around them manifests into a literal hell-on-earth, the horrified citizens try desperately to survive this apocalyptic disaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the trailer it looks kinda cool. must see for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Step Up 2 : The Streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch here: http://youtube.com/watch?v=H8d1nP_WEKs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's fuking nice so nice i can use the f word here (: totally new cast but hey, the dance moves still looks oh so nice !! must watch too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3.ENCHANTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch here: http://youtube.com/watch?v=CLdKwdGdZaI&lt;br /&gt;'(HOLDING A TV) magic mirror, i beg you, tell me where she is' - Prince Charming&lt;br /&gt;TV: (shows a news report) 'reporting from 116th in broadway'&lt;br /&gt;'116th in broadway ! Thank you mirror! (kisses the mirror' - Prince Charming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok u need to see this to actually laugh.watch the trailer and u will know why i wanna watch it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4.One Missed Call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch here: http://youtube.com/watch?v=I1F7hJNsi5M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its an adaptation of a japanese story Chakusin ari. pple say the japanese version still LOOKS scarier. well i admit la, asian vs western adaptations, the former is still closer to our feelings.looks quite promising and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Heartbreak Kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch here: http://youtube.com/watch?v=U8IUVo5IaFg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single and indecisive, Eddie begins dating the incredibly sexy and seemingly fabulous Lila. Upon the urging of his father and best friend, He proposes to her after only a week, fearing this may be his last chance at love, marriage, and happiness. However, while on their honeymoon in Mexico, Lila reveals her true beyond-awful nature and Eddie meets Miranda, the woman he realizes to be his actual soul mate. Eddie must keep his new, horrid wife at bay as he attempts to woo the girl of his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL is the only comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6.the show's untitled but nicknames 18.1.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch here: http://youtube.com/watch?v=XeZL5Z4a37w&amp;watch_response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spooky.just see it for urself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7.August Rush (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch here: http://youtube.com/watch?v=-5ab6RtA-KE&lt;br /&gt;Tells the story of a charismatic young Irish guitarist (Jonathan Rhys Meyers) and a sheltered young cellist (Keri Russell) who have a chance encounter one magical night above New York’s Washington Square, but are soon torn apart, leaving in their wake an infant, August Rush, orphaned by circumstance. Now performing on the streets of New York and cared for by a mysterious stranger (Robin Williams), August (Freddie Highmore) uses his remarkable musical talent to seek the parents from whom he was separated at birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8.JUMPER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch here: http://youtube.com/watch?v=9rz5NekSUTM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A genetic anomaly allows a young man to teleport himself anywhere. He discovers this gift has existed for centuries and finds himself in a war that has been raging for thousands of years between "Jumpers" and those who have sworn to kill them. From the director of The Bourne Identity and Mr. and Mrs. Smith -- Jumper hits theaters February 15, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUNDS COOL RIGHT? i wanna watch too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9.The Golden Compass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch here: http://youtube.com/watch?v=vK6MDIEQjMg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch watch watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.HArold and Kumar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch here: http://www.apple.com/trailers/newline/haroldandkumar2/large.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haahahaha damn funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well tts all for now. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-679956260063590983?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/679956260063590983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=679956260063590983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/679956260063590983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/679956260063590983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2007/11/shows-to-catch.html' title='shows to catch'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-7889059320625639419</id><published>2007-11-19T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:14:09.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new chapter</title><content type='html'>ahh an old chapter of my life is about to end this thursday - the end of a levels. the next will be my NS coming up fast on the 10th of April. i have mixed feelings i guess. on one hand i am excited but on the other, i think i will kinda miss studying. how ironic isnt it? when u have a long break, u miss studying. when u study for long periods, u want a break SO BADLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really know how well i did for my a levels. but i know i could have or i should have done better in some subjects esp bio paper 2.oh well its over, no point thinking back.its time to have my break. i have more white hair now thanks to the education system here. but it pays off i am sure (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to our outing this friday ! u know who u are. haha.i have decided to bring u somewhere. hope we will have fun. damien, i will kick ur ass this thursday, just u wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kok kok dun forget swimming outing this sunday !! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-7889059320625639419?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/7889059320625639419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=7889059320625639419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/7889059320625639419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/7889059320625639419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-chapter.html' title='a new chapter'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-1007040368478618061</id><published>2007-06-01T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T19:38:25.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo.</title><content type='html'>i am lazy.bleah been wasting each day man. ahh life's better now. maybe i shld start reflecting on my laziness. ahhh someone help/motivate/kick me in the arse pls ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-1007040368478618061?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/1007040368478618061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=1007040368478618061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/1007040368478618061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/1007040368478618061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2007/06/boo.html' title='boo.'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-7040687324246786782</id><published>2007-05-13T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T09:47:50.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watever.</title><content type='html'>ex·pec·ta·tion &lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1. the act or the state of expecting: to wait in expectation.&lt;br /&gt;2. the act or state of looking forward or anticipating.&lt;br /&gt;3. an expectant mental attitude: a high pitch of expectation.&lt;br /&gt;4. something expected; a thing looked forward to.&lt;br /&gt;5. Often, expectations. a prospect of future good or profit: to have great expectations.&lt;br /&gt;6. the degree of probability that something will occur: There is little expectation that he will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;neither did i expect YOU to be like that.goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-7040687324246786782?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/7040687324246786782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=7040687324246786782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/7040687324246786782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/7040687324246786782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2007/05/watever.html' title='watever.'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-1408732287232301225</id><published>2007-05-04T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T17:33:56.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as the days go by</title><content type='html'>i failed my 2.4km run AGAIN after 3 attempts.i cant accept the fact i can do evreything else so well but run while some guys just have problems with their pull ups.ahh i need to train.i dun wanna get to NS 3 months early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go go chiong!revision has started quite ln (think maths) ago.i hope to make it for midyears.at least pass everything! think future justin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-da its gone.i am sensitive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-1408732287232301225?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/1408732287232301225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=1408732287232301225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/1408732287232301225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/1408732287232301225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2007/05/as-days-go-by.html' title='as the days go by'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30775789.post-7868473421112937289</id><published>2007-04-13T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T21:20:13.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is back to the way it was before i first knew you</title><content type='html'>finally got back my pw marks.damn lucky to get the grade.i shall work extra hard from now.i guess its a sign from God i am on my way to striving the best.life will be soo stressful but i know i can and i will get over it and do well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.sorry i cant go for today's choir concert yasi,nigel and melissa!really wanted to be there to support u but..i am grounded haha.hope u guys like the card and stuff.esp mel.=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;struggling with my studies recently.i guess the heat is on!lets start moving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving life at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-7868473421112937289?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/7868473421112937289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=7868473421112937289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/7868473421112937289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/7868473421112937289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-is-back-to-way-it-was-before-i.html' title='life is back to the way it was before i first knew you'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-4025875590367591589</id><published>2007-04-09T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:38:40.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thankks</title><content type='html'>thanks a lot my fren.thanks for being there for me when i needed u.u're a great listening ear.treasure our frenship.now u are sick from ur choir.u better take care la you!drink more water.weather's so freaking hot these few days.tata~ take care people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-4025875590367591589?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/4025875590367591589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=4025875590367591589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/4025875590367591589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/4025875590367591589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2007/04/thankks.html' title='thankks'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-7614634676383078161</id><published>2007-04-07T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T10:23:55.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>embarrassed children</title><content type='html'>Children get embarrassed by their parents.Do you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok it sounds like a gp essay right?lets just talk abt it.do u actually recall a time when suddenly, u feel ur mum giving u a goodnight kiss, disgusting or watsoever?more specifically do u squirm?or when mummy suggests going to the movies tgt u wld rather go with ur frens.its no doubt tt children 'fear' being seen with his/her mum at the movies.the words 'mummy's boy/girl' can be seen in their eyes and crooked smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the sad fact, children(well,nt all) are just embarrassed by their parents.it happens in every lifetime n we can say it repeats forming a vicious cycle (imagine ur own children doing the same to you!).but wat we all do not know is this -a child embarrassed by his mother is a child who hasn't lived long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we shld spend some time reflecting on our actions towards our mum or dad.how much have they gone thru to ensure u are where u are now.did they stand up for u, or rather how many times have u stood up for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading 'for one more day' by mitch albom got me thinking i guess.i know it sounds all cheesy and corny-woah u get motivated by the lessons in the book.but it all makes sense and sound so familiar u cant deceive urself its untrue.i reckon u go get the book.its only $12 in popular.now i am advertising X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;don't keep secrets as it will only tear u apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-7614634676383078161?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/7614634676383078161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=7614634676383078161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/7614634676383078161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/7614634676383078161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2007/04/embarrassed-children.html' title='embarrassed children'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-7834853119339966884</id><published>2007-03-25T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T13:24:04.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New RnB dude to note.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YCH4pPuQLaw/RgYHXnW3FfI/AAAAAAAAABo/o3S_jzkkhEs/s1600-h/mh-placeholder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YCH4pPuQLaw/RgYHXnW3FfI/AAAAAAAAABo/o3S_jzkkhEs/s320/mh-placeholder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045728534798472690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy to note&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-7834853119339966884?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/7834853119339966884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=7834853119339966884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/7834853119339966884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/7834853119339966884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-rnb-dude-to-note.html' title='The New RnB dude to note.'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_YCH4pPuQLaw/RgYHXnW3FfI/AAAAAAAAABo/o3S_jzkkhEs/s72-c/mh-placeholder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30775789.post-3766573949480735376</id><published>2007-03-23T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T22:34:44.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when we were a happy family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YCH4pPuQLaw/RgPlaXW3FeI/AAAAAAAAABg/VJQViq_pFO4/s1600-h/family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YCH4pPuQLaw/RgPlaXW3FeI/AAAAAAAAABg/VJQViq_pFO4/s320/family.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045128248694347234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to our happy family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-3766573949480735376?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/3766573949480735376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=3766573949480735376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/3766573949480735376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/3766573949480735376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-we-were-happy-family.html' title='when we were a happy family.'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_YCH4pPuQLaw/RgPlaXW3FeI/AAAAAAAAABg/VJQViq_pFO4/s72-c/family.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30775789.post-4360830556154230095</id><published>2007-03-23T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T18:04:04.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.</title><content type='html'>so.let me move on.i want to.and i will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-4360830556154230095?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/4360830556154230095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=4360830556154230095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/4360830556154230095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/4360830556154230095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello.html' title='hello.'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-8739745865623335133</id><published>2007-03-23T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T11:04:42.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>i laugh in denial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-8739745865623335133?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/8739745865623335133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=8739745865623335133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/8739745865623335133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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out certificate after certificate.ok, yes, our students did well.kudos to them.but cant u see everyone's sian face?tsk.but i have to admit it was a gd experience knowing wat it feels to be on stage.u get respect.shawn talked to me yesterday.surprising.he watched me grow up from a baby.and i watched him grow too from a tall student to a taller NSman to a taller and muscular 31 yr old.he was telling me his regrets n nt follow in his footsteps.its true,opportunities come only once.if u dun grab it.u can only sulk.i have been getting a lot of these pep talks and upon hearing it i feel inspired.from primary sch till now,i know i have not been doing my best.i have been feeling too comfortable.like wat shawn said,there need to be an element of stress in there.if we stay in our comfort zone for too long,something is very wrong.thus, its time to GET OUT OF THE COMFORT ZONE.wake up justin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i have been quite upset.i dunno if i am thinking to much or wat.i just feel this awkwardness u are having.i really wanna know ur definition of good frens.does it apply to the virtual world or/and the real world.i really dunno.the longer it stays this way, the faster the bubble bursts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will blog again,when i feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots got a C for chinese although i got a distinction for oral.my writing must really suck.surprisingly good at speaking chinese for once.ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-1256847552458481708?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/1256847552458481708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=1256847552458481708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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explained to me but i forgot sorry nic!wanted to call claire but she was somewhere across the causeway.we had sakae for dinner then we pool-ed for a bit and went home.very tired.slept instantly haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry piggy for asking tat question again! i read that quote : Why do it tmr when u can do it today. maybe i think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok shall blog abt yesterdayyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had this meet the neighbours dinner of some sort.yeah most of the neighbours actually cooked a dish or bought a dish and we had like some jalan rajah buffet.first time in 22 yrs we had such a thing.yes my house is 22 yrs old!! older than me man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy bought abt 200 sticks of satay.haha took quite long to bring it home ya? of course he's not tat stupid, he bought from different stores.buy from same store he prolly would have returned by don't know when? so we ate ate and ate. yeah like pigs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been babysitting this young neighbour of mine-seth since he was like 3/4.remembered the younger days when me and kenneth played with him and looked after him.then we had exams and we stopped totally.time flew and now he's 6 and he has his own mini drum sets (for now) and taking drums lessons while kenneth has no drum sets but takes lessons and ME ?? i have no lessons but a belly drum to play =) YAY ! no yay can.i was surprised by seth's enthusiasm to perform for us (7 families in total) he brought out his full drum set and he wowed us with his skills.he's been taking lessons for 6 mths now so i dun expect him to play like the drummer in fall out boy or guns and roses. will post some pics later after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why but i feel i am damn good at entertaining kids.seth asked me to join gale and hermon and him with a game of hide and seek.i was like hellooooooo i am 17 now.u guys play urself. then seth went 'play with us or i dun fren u' man.this young boy here is abt to attend primary 1 in st andrews pri this wednesday and he's threatening meee.yeah i succumbed and of course i HAD to let them catch me.its like damn easy to hide.u run to one corner dead end,u run to the other end dead end.yeah i 'lost' duh.then i had to catch them.they were like standing behind a door and giggling and asking one another 'can he see us?' and i was supposed not to hear them and pretend i cldnt find them.blah it went on till seth got tired and decided to play some noisy fire crackers and i burnt my thumb =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it was close to midnight we cleared up and me,kenneth,ian and samuel stayed up to play jenga.w00t loser eat satay kind of game.we got bored and switched to taiti again loser-eat satay games.but surprisingly the winners started eating chicken wings.haha.samuel won and i dunno why he kept eating the chicken wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man ian is damn funny.taiti first round:samuel throws 2 diamonds, then ian threw his 2 clubs and looked around.SKIP SKIP SKIP he put down 2 clubs and looks around again.hmm no one wanna put the biggest 2 down.ian's turn again and he puts down the 2 of spades!w00t did he win? no he didnt he had like 8 other cards in his hand.best taiti player.ok sorry no offence neighbour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone out there, HAPPY NEW YR AND HAVE A BLESSED 2007 !! &lt;br /&gt;TO ALL A-LEVEL TAKERS, LETS GET ROARING AND READY TO GO !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUSTIN X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-5810777643604469781?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/5810777643604469781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=5810777643604469781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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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-30775789.post-2681549216399529666</id><published>2006-12-15T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T08:46:23.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>study study study</title><content type='html'>ok, things i will have to do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bio Remediation Tutorial 1&lt;br /&gt;2)Revise Group II metals&lt;br /&gt;3)Plan my econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate econs by the way.shitty subject =( haha.well different pple have different opinions of econs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-2681549216399529666?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/2681549216399529666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>it sucks being alone at home and all u do is housework.what abt the remaining time? ahh.i have been lazy slacking like mad tat i neglected my enormous amounts of homework on my table. i need someone to zap me back to reality. and tat person, is myself.i am trying very hard to zap myself back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what happened to the old harworking nerdy justin? is he gone? even if he is, is he gone for good? i certainly hope not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-836452719059897650?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/836452719059897650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=836452719059897650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/836452719059897650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/836452719059897650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_15.html' title='..'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-8156589983930870792</id><published>2006-12-14T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T11:58:32.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>ahh havent been going for training lately.i owe an explanation.haha&lt;br /&gt;yesterday for dinner me mum and dad headed to whampoa.we settled for steamboat.super shiok ok! woot.best dinner ever.fish fish fish! after dinner i visited doctor again.yes again.my cough wasnt getting better.and gues what i am having this illness called GERD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some bio pre-requisites to udnerstand:&lt;br /&gt;whenever u eat, the stomach secretes hydrochloric acid to help in digestion.so HCL shld be flowing down my stomach.however for me or for pple with gerd, acid is flowing upwards maybe becos i am lying down etc. the acid irritates me and causes a reflex otherwise known as COUGH.cough mixtures wun help me get better,its only a suppresser.well yeah, if u are sharp enough, i cant eat/drink at least an hr b4 i sleep.for slower pple, if i drink or eat,stomach will secrete the acid to digest my food.thus it will flow upwards and i will be coughing suddenly and rapidly.its funny cause when i am eating i am fine,i dun cough or wat.after i eat, coughing like a lunatic.haha. well yeah again he gavve me 2 medicine to do something to the acid and 1 night cough tablet and more cough mixtures where both serve as a suppressor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.hope to get well before christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayness,someone's coming back.its time to studyyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-8156589983930870792?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/8156589983930870792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=8156589983930870792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/8156589983930870792'/><link rel='self' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007921435487585074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue roses.piggy and my dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-7149990870253741050?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/7149990870253741050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=7149990870253741050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/7149990870253741050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/7149990870253741050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/12/pics.html' title='pics'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_YCH4pPuQLaw/RX-2AjFNQxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAU95f_fMTk/s72-c/blue+roses1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30775789.post-2036606983952258238</id><published>2006-12-13T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T16:07:15.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha</title><content type='html'>ok i am seriously bored.alone at home with my dog who misses auntie very much.its evident as he's sitting at the doorstep waiting for her return.3 weeks till she's back.of course i am sad.but on the other hand,piggy's coming back tmr! tats yay.its been a horrible past week man.sick and all.much to say,i am still sick.coughing like a lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have piles of homework.so wat am i doing here now! i shld be hitting the books man.i lack motivation and discipline.i need some motivation or shld i say scolding.i have been a very lazy bum.quick come back and motivate me piggy.i think u can motivate me.haiz. wat an ass i am,need to be motivated.i guess i still havent grown up yet. =( tats sad.its my life i decide wat i wanna do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do i wanna be sweeping the road 10 yrs down the road?sure don't wanna be,do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-2036606983952258238?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/2036606983952258238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>i am gettting more bored everyday.have been very lazy.playing games and watching tv.aiyer,i am simply wasting my time.and guess wat,i am still not well yet =( and i miss her.its been a horrible week.coughing non-stop.can even wake up suddenly and start coughing away.glad tat christmas is coming soon.very soon at the same time i realise i have lesser tim to complete my school hol hw! gasp.maybe i shld stop playing.yes yes i will!no i must! ok after she comes back i will haha.take care pple.happy holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-2954591954933014267?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/2954591954933014267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=2954591954933014267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/2954591954933014267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/2954591954933014267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_11.html' title='..'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-6561984778599840247</id><published>2006-12-03T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T16:19:33.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>i dun feel so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-6561984778599840247?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/6561984778599840247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=6561984778599840247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/6561984778599840247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/6561984778599840247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-261409565051160549</id><published>2006-12-01T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:06:17.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>ok its been awhile since i last blogged.sorry! firstly happy birthday to piggy again! hope u loved the presents i gave ya.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i touched my bat again.and its been a long time.my legs are aching now.we jumped across the hall 4 times.it was horrible i tell u.haha.haiz someone is going to india OBS very soon.can u not go?a little bit too late to ask right?anyway take loads of care.i am here waiting for u to return safe and sound.take care loads piggy.huggs and misses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-30775789.post-7947523626876345412</id><published>2006-11-25T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T19:09:02.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy feet</title><content type='html'>watched happy feet with nic today.my impression of it changed  totally after watching it.its a great show so pple go watch.i love the amigos! haha.after that we went to borders to listen to some music.we saw rascal flatts new cd but it was so damn ex.ahha then nic had ta go for guitar lessons.so i went ta walk around myself.suddenly it felt gd walking alone in orchard road.haha i was too lazy to call anyone so i decided to just go home straight.sorry claire!u were just a little too late.hah. ok tats all for today. just chatted with cousin abt certain stuff.thanks for helping me with my decisions cousin appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz,now tat grandpa is not ard i guess we wun see much of each other. nvm we can always meet. meet up yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-7947523626876345412?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/7947523626876345412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=7947523626876345412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/7947523626876345412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/7947523626876345412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-feet.html' title='happy 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6637/3756/1600/473705/24112006052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6637/3756/320/753258/24112006052.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6637/3756/1600/381183/24112006055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6637/3756/320/110165/24112006055.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well mario is in blue.sebastian is in black and a little red.harry is in grey?&lt;br /&gt;nic's in orange claire's in black (like duh?) and i am that small spastic boy there X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-4626768540253566554?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/4626768540253566554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=4626768540253566554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/4626768540253566554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/4626768540253566554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/11/pics.html' title='pics!'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-950379227924775072</id><published>2006-11-24T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T00:05:12.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun fun</title><content type='html'>woke at 6.50am this morning,crawled out of bed,slept in the shower,almost fell and poof i am at the bus stop at 8am sharp.looked ard for familiar faces and it was until 8.40am when i saw someone familiar.and yeah she recognised me from the photo i guess.finally nic came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to work with the both of them,nic and claire.claire was super noisy.haha ok la.but we ended up playing rather than working.first time using a shredder THERE.and woot we jammed it.we didnt mean to bully nic but claire and i had fun shredding resumes hahahahaa.see la  try to stuff thick sets of  papers into the shredder, jam liao must use the pathetic clip to slowly remove the 'choked' papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left early to depot road which was around the corner.nic and claire won prizes calling in to power 98.so yeah went to collect their john legend cd as well as claire's additional beauty dunno-wot voucher.ha.poor nick,no john legend cd yet.haha.we reached RSAF building(or watever its called) and security was tight.i remember,level 12 safra radio =D claire insisted recordings were done at mediacorp but i was right (tyco-ly) we reached abt 12 plus?so sebastian was on the air for the lunch break.who was the previous dj?it was mario.ahha.after collecting the voucher claire was like asking the lady 'where's harry is he there?' in case u dunno who harry is,he's a dj.power 98 from 2-5pm.thats when they both won prizes-working and listening to harry.while waiting we saw mario,we went out to grab postcards and asked his autograph haha his handwriting was horrid but nvm.haha.he asked wat message we wanted and he just wrote 'rock on' and said ahh its so cheesy.funny dude.yay and we took photographs which will be uploaded soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next sebastian came out haha and yes we asked for his autograph too.tat was after we took a photo tgt with mario and sebas.he's another cool chap.he wrote messages and chatted with us before he rushed back to end the show.haha we even asked if we cld have a dedication.and yes it sounded funny on air.NYJC and all ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next we saw harry who was ever soooo frenly.he even smuggled handphone tags for us,keeping them in his pocket.no one ard he passed to us.next he got some stickers for us.again,more photos and autographs =)) made my day.thks power 98,nic and claire haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for lunch at the canteen.gosh so cheap their food and DRINKS.i ordered milo and teh-ping (dun laugh.i dunno how ta spell ok) milo came first i was like altogt how much the lady said $1.10 then the milo i asked how much again she said $1.10 i cldnt believe my ears so for the last time i said 'nono everything how much.EVERYTHING' the lady glared at me and said '$1.10 milo 60 cent teh-ping 50 cents' then i was like woah chill man.why so touchy.o wells,its darn cheap can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed down to dhoby gaut to play pool.met up with shawn,claire's church mate cum nic's ex class/school mate.wat a small world huh? haha. i sucked today.i mean i always did.claire is scary man.she can be so serious.won her once lost her once.leeluh and DADA rules ok?ha.only we three know wat tat means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went straight to sg indoor stadium w nic.regretted taking the tix.i cant appreciate this kinda dance =S haha.thank god ratna was with us.sorry nic,to waste 3 hrs of ur life.if we didnt go we cld have like gone home and chatted online with claire but oh wells nvm its over.ok i am tired.yawns.cya.take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lives can change with just one bloody sms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-950379227924775072?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/950379227924775072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=950379227924775072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/950379227924775072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6637/3756/320/885090/adeee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the girl tat i ____ hur hur.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no one is allowed to laugh at her&lt;/span&gt;.or i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; get u.hur hur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-2593166264993197314?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/2593166264993197314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=2593166264993197314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/2593166264993197314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6637/3756/320/294890/evon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is evon.she's such a pig.look at her eating TWO cup noodles one shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-6467269366985400076?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/6467269366985400076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=6467269366985400076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/6467269366985400076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/6467269366985400076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Matt Goss - It's the End of the Road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; yesterday a clear horizon, now the clouds are rollin' in it's disappeared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; the one thing that i've always believed in, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;it's strange how right now it all seems so unclear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; i consult my soul and it tells me that it knows, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;there's no doubt one day i'm gunna fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; gotta stand up, dust myself off&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;just for now, it's the end of the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;when something ends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;something begins&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; but now it's just the end of the road, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;when someone loses someone wins, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;but now it's just the end of the road, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;don't get to fix it if it doesn't break, but now it's just the end of the road, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;when you gotta leave it makes you wanna stay, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i know it's the end of the road, it's the end of the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;one line can change a story, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so sometimes let the line just be unsaid, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pride only thinks about the glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and just the right now and not the days ahead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; i've held my breath, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;walked on shells hoped for the best, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;what the future holds, i don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; i've gotta stand up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;dust myself off, just for now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;it's the end of the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;when something ends something begins, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;but now it's just the end of the road, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;when someone loses someone wins, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;but now it's just the end of the road, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;don't get to fix it if it doesn't break, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;but now it's just the end of the road, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;when you gotta leave it makes you wanna stay, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i know it's the end of the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i've been travelin', &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;get the dust right off the windshield, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no one gets the road map to their life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cause life is so subjective, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i'll take my pain and i wanna protect it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;never blinds me always reminds me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;there's so much more to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;, at the end of the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; when something ends something begins, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;is this the end of the road, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;when someone loses someone wins, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;is this the end of the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;when something ends something begins, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;but now it's just the end of the road, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;when someone loses someone wins, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;but now it's just the end of the road, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;don't get to fix it if it doesn't break, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;but now it's just the end of the road, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;when you gotta leave it makes you wanna stay, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i know it's just the end of the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;finally i got this song.thanks paul! anyway i first heard this song in 'so u think u can dance' and woot been finding it ever since.today was rather boring.once again only me,daddy and auntie were at home.we ate a lot today.they went ntuc and came back with KFC AND MACS.tats like my dinner and breakfast for yesterday  respectively.for dinner we had chicken rice and we went to thomson plaza to get daddy's luggage.after tat we bought supper and ate again at home.hah.today's an eating day.every saturday rather.well tats all for today =) happy holidays everyone.hope u guys like the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-8960602888534500709?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/8960602888534500709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=8960602888534500709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/8960602888534500709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/8960602888534500709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/11/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-6464452429097762639</id><published>2006-11-17T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T23:48:38.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haa</title><content type='html'>hmm.just got home.quite tired.had lessons today in school.came late for econs by half and hr thanks to mr bush.yes he passed me today morning.haha.after that went for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had table tennis from like 4 to 7 plus?hardcore today.playing with the ever not tired mr leong is horrid.he can just go on and on and on without stopping.i just played till i cldnt stand it any further.the water tastes like water from heaven man.haha.affter training i went home.had a quick shower and joined the j1/j2 ping-pongers for dinner at KFC.after which we headed for a pool session.lucky we booked or we wldnt even see the balls.hmmm.so we stopped playing at 10.30pm.more pple came in and we were getting tired.so yeah we left.and ta-da now i am blogging.sorry for disjointed sentences.i am kinda tired.going to la la land soon to meet my fren.take care pple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-6464452429097762639?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/6464452429097762639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=6464452429097762639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/6464452429097762639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/6464452429097762639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/11/haa.html' title='haa'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-5010153356018547652</id><published>2006-11-16T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:55:35.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>olympiad over!</title><content type='html'>finally biology olympiad has ended.it was a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for chem lecture early in the morning.wanted to skip it very badly since i had no tys and i wanted to just go read my campbell.well after tat piggy and i took a train to potong pasir and cabbed to  NTU and realised tat we passed bradell along the way.well,we wanted to take a train there after lunch but we figured we wldnt have enough time.oh ya oh ya,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;guess who fell asleep in the cab&lt;/span&gt;?any guesses?i will post the beautiful photo SOON so dun worry.anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. u dun look horrid when asleep&lt;br /&gt;2.u looked rather cute&lt;br /&gt;3.$50 or the world will see u asleep muahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:this is not bully.its blackmail =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached there and it was filled with bio-holics.no medical dics this time.but acjc were well,unique i guess?there was this small grp of them,standing in a circle with campbell and holding hands and saying a grp prayer.hur hur.no comments.as expected many RJC pple.i noticed 2 ex primary school frens and none recognised me =( ahha.oh well,the whole olympiad thingy is quite fun.but boring as well.i fell asleep.someone got shot half asleep still thinking she was dreaming of being taken of.lol.funny.Person A tells my fren she's on 179.Person A replies i am seated at 141? bwahahah i remember ok? aiyohh.but aiyah if i were u i wld tot 179 was my fren's seat number but no its a feeder bus to the gymnasium/test hall.=))sorry la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tat piggy ran off.her mummy was on the way i guess.boon lay to toa payoh.quite near la hor?ur butt!its like 14 frigging stops away.still must change at jurong east.best is 'the train will terminate at ANG MO KIO' woot.so i reached home in abt and hour.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lala.i am not up to anything by the way.those qns were for fun.doing a survey for my fren =)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone's birthday is coming up.hope this person appreciates wat i will be doing otherwise =(.so yeah ha.this person may just say yes but i will know what this person will be feeling inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this,gd nite.i shall start clearing my messy study table and buy some files and start filing my maths notes!i dun wanna lose my stuff anymore.time to be srious.after ur birthday.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*wish u didnt need to go india =(*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-5010153356018547652?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/5010153356018547652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=5010153356018547652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/5010153356018547652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/5010153356018547652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/11/olympiad-over.html' title='olympiad over!'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-7603878338045282047</id><published>2006-11-13T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:00:16.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>suddenly i dunno wat i am doing and neither do i know wat i want in my life. why am i born for? oh i was born to make a difference in the world. oh shut that stupid cliche stuff already. its nothing but pure bullshit. yes,its bullshit. talk abt low morale and low esteem. maybe i have both the latter.argh watever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.stumbled across a nice song by christina aguilera called hurt.slow and beautiful.haha.hmm.tats so random.looking forward to meeting u cheryl!its been so longgggg since we last met!take care aiights?see u soon.and fang fang too.u b** girl.alwasys love that word.no wonder no guy chases u ! they get turned off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care people.happy holidays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-7603878338045282047?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/7603878338045282047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=7603878338045282047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/7603878338045282047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/7603878338045282047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post_13.html' title='..'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-116332375566984071</id><published>2006-11-12T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:59.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiz</title><content type='html'>ok finally op is over.yay whee woo haha! and yes, so is enjoyment over! i am going to start studying from tmr onwards! must work hard from now on.looking forward to the 28th of this month!u know who knows what i mean.i pray i am not going overseas during tat day man.i will be so damn sad.tsk tsk.take care everyone and happy holidays =) enjoy at india.will be missing u terribly =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-116332375566984071?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/116332375566984071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=116332375566984071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116332375566984071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116332375566984071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/11/haiz.html' title='haiz'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-116298934192252289</id><published>2006-11-08T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:59.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>friday's coming.i am both nervous and happy.happy tat pw nightmare is finally going to be over.nervous in the sense that i will be getting my results at like 3pm at ttsh.am i fine or am i not?i hope i am not.i just wish i was in some place far far away from this world.somewhere where there's cool breeze blowing always.near the the beach where i sit on the soft sand alone and gaze into the endless ocean.unfortunately it may not happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had table tennis on monday and today ask well.had fun thanks to evon !! sheesh!! haha ur favourite word when u miss the ball.todays attendence was horrible but lesser pple more fun i guess cos i had fun of course !!i now look forward to every table tennis training.enjoying every moment of it.and i mean it!!muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe lawrence isnt tat bad after all.hated him last time.always laughing at me when i missed an easy ball.wanted to punch him so hard.but today i am near to his standard alr haahah.2 more mths lawrence!!roar.he accompanied me to dinner today thanks dude appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i dun fumble on friday otherwise i am screwed.also, i hope i will be able to make it to the hospital by 3pm. (prays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care pple&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-116298934192252289?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/116298934192252289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=116298934192252289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116298934192252289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116298934192252289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-116212981959559549</id><published>2006-10-29T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:59.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>it goes by the name of beyond rangoon/waters of irrawaddy by the way.and yes, its played by maksim mrvica.he simply rocks.i dunno why but i kinda get hooked to his pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i changed my blog skin.the previous one was really boring,i know it thank you very much.anyway the 'hols' are here now,and frankly speaking its no holiday.chinese exams this fri followed by oral presentation the week after on the 10th.haiz.3rd i have to go hospital again for my ultrasound.10th i have to go back for the results.tsk tsk.wat rotten luck - going to the hospital after ur paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened today.watched full house with mummy and sister.its a nice show.love it =p.went for a wonderful peranakan (screw the spelling!) dinner with my two aunties (daddy's sisters) it was wonderful.enjoyed my dinner very much.thought i mixed my dates up but little did i know i mixed my days instead.16 november is a darn thursday not saturday justin tan!!growl.okies.back to my shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayness.tmr we have table tennis training from 9-12pm think i will go for a morning run before going to the table tennis association.yay, need not return to sch.thank god the association is in toa payoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i leave, like what Albert Camus says, u will never be happy if u continue to search for what happiness consists of. U will never live if u are looking for the meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gud nite people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i have lost my conscience,for i dunno what i am doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-116212981959559549?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/116212981959559549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=116212981959559549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116212981959559549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116212981959559549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-116195991377470493</id><published>2006-10-27T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:58.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahha</title><content type='html'>today is BORING boring and boring.i was playing gunbound the whole day today and yayness.got my avartars tat i have always wanted haha.watching full house with mummy now.catching up on those episodes tat i missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more other comments for today.take care pple. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-116195991377470493?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/116195991377470493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=116195991377470493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116195991377470493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116195991377470493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/10/hahha.html' title='hahha'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-116169945660813958</id><published>2006-10-24T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:58.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fill my little world right up!</title><content type='html'>i am getting sick of my blog song.anyway this long break, i have been over eating.its been horrible really.daddy says he shld hit the gyms this weekend.we have heard that a zillion million times already.but he doesnt seem to hit the gyms?haha.omg i am seriously growing fat fat and fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now lets talk abt problems.i have a serious problem-laziness.tsk tsk but i finally completed my chemistry tutorial today!whee!next for maths.almost done almost done! =)share ur problems with me !! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly had the urge to listen to this cool song called time to grow.fine i shall use it as my new blog song.while i find another 'cooler' song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and eh pple.wanna peep here tag mah.DANKE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Time to Grow by Lemar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I tried but I couldn’t sleep,&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of you were in my head,&lt;br /&gt;I was lonely and I needed you next to me&lt;br /&gt;Life was harder since you left&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do you wrong&lt;br /&gt;But now all is said and done&lt;br /&gt;I hope you wont be gone too long, Nooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go, what do I do,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t deny i still feel something,&lt;br /&gt;And girl I wish, you could say you feel the same,&lt;br /&gt;You’ve broken the bond, I gotta move on,&lt;br /&gt;But how do I end this lonely feeling?&lt;br /&gt;You’ve gone, I’m here, alooone,&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to speak, but my words never catch the air&lt;br /&gt;Like you never knew i was there&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to the days when you really cared&lt;br /&gt;Can we make love reappear?&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on the roads too long&lt;br /&gt;And now all is said and done&lt;br /&gt;I can't go forward if my heart's still where I’m coming from&lt;br /&gt;ooooohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go, what do I do,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t deny I still feel something,&lt;br /&gt;And girl, I wish you could say you feel the same,&lt;br /&gt;You’ve broken the bond, I gotta move on,&lt;br /&gt;But how do I end this lonely feeling?&lt;br /&gt;You’ve gone, I’m here, alone,&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crying time is over&lt;br /&gt;I know I can’t control her&lt;br /&gt;Feelings, if she won’t return, then &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I guess I’ll be a man and move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to grow!&lt;br /&gt;And move on; make life better than it was before,&lt;br /&gt;I think I can make it,&lt;br /&gt;And move on, make love better than I did before&lt;br /&gt;Time to grow!&lt;br /&gt;And move on, make life better than It was before,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you've gone&lt;br /&gt;And I’m here alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I guess it's time to grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow,&lt;br /&gt;I'm grown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-116169945660813958?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/116169945660813958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=116169945660813958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116169945660813958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116169945660813958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/10/fill-my-little-world-right-up.html' title='fill my little world right up!'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-116141164335402523</id><published>2006-10-21T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:57.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy</title><content type='html'>ahha.i have this laziness to blog again.well nth much has been happening these few days.just had pw OP rehearsal number 1 yesterday (friday) with rehearsal number 2 coming up on monday and then the technical dry-run coming wednesday.well,this is the first rehearsal thus we are not expected to be 100% to perfection.it was quite horrible,nervousnes,lack of preparation and yes it is obvious we need more rehearsals to gain our confidence.its 40% we cannot miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i miss her so haha.i just realised something new abt her.when she has loads of stuff on her mind she wont have the mood to talk.and from the tone and all i know its best to leave her alone.tats the best way i guess.on top of that i wld be thinking of ways to make her day and help her feel better.hope it works!anyway thanks for the cookie.appreciate it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really wonder wat her feelings are.se hides them well i cant see anything.i am sure any of u who really likes someone wld wanna know the other party's feelings for u as well.human nature i guess.i hope to know soon =D i know i will know her feelings eventually.its just a matter of time.and will it be soon or later?we shall let fate decide ^^,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-116141164335402523?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/116141164335402523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=116141164335402523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116141164335402523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116141164335402523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/10/lazy.html' title='lazy'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-116091778435668972</id><published>2006-10-15T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:57.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiz</title><content type='html'>sometimes i really wonder if i did the right things.i am sorry piggy i am utterlt confused.sorry for all the rubbishing.your feeling of awkwardness,your uh-oh feeling i can feel them too.wherever u are and wherever u will be,ring me if u need help yeah?i wont forget the memories we had.they were short but long enough to be etched in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok tats corny to u huh?but i mean it.today was suoer boring.went to church today.st francis xavier tat is.aunt offered prayers to gong gong today.so we prayed for him.ohh i miss him so so much.as i stepped into his house after lunch,i really wished i cld see him there.i cld remember the times when we visited we wld always see him standing at the gate waiting for us to come in.his warm smile,everything abt him,i miss.and when we left.he wld walk us ta the gate and wave as we drove off.those were the days.those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last wr is done.next up-i and r followed by oral presentation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-116091778435668972?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/116091778435668972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=116091778435668972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116091778435668972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116091778435668972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/10/haiz.html' title='haiz'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-116057867207330961</id><published>2006-10-11T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:56.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words</title><content type='html'>when i first saw her, i admit i was attracted alr.but i just didnt do anything.i mean i didnt even know her.it was only when i got her hp number from mr abel tat i started talking to her.we didnt know each other but we chatted like old mates.i remember we kept exchanging tips in the midst of promos and promised to play hard tgt after promos and we did!for 4 beautiful unforgetable days.hehs.not many pple can click like tat u know?especially when u go out with someone whom u have never spoken face to face b4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i am around her,beside her, with her.ai feel happy.its really fun going out with her.she's like a God sent angel,brought to earth to watch over me.we are like telepathic.knowing what each of us are thinking or want to say.we are even similar in certain ways.we wanna go anfield cos we love liverpool! tats one thing for sure.she has this cool character whose favourite phrases are like 'i knew it!' or or maybe even 'aiyah,just testing you only la'.tsk tsk.silly piggy,cant u admit defeat sometimes? ;p ahah.she is the most open minded person i have ever met.she's sensible (like duh) and yeahh she's a great friend to have.so studious looking (olympiad leh!)so hardworking so pretty =) so sweet.no any other ORDINARY friend has ever baked a caked for me.ty piggy for the oreo cheesecake!really.i will keep the top of the box forever la.haah.i think i may have hurt her feelings when i didnt take the rest home.but i just didnt want ur efforts to go all ta me.besides i am only the tester.=P.oh wells.its late.i shall stop here for now i guess.nites everyone nites piggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jUstin =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-116057867207330961?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/116057867207330961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=116057867207330961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116057867207330961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116057867207330961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/10/words.html' title='words'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-116057119549883791</id><published>2006-10-11T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:56.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>i dunno what i am doing !! gasp.omg man.i am screwing up my life.sorry piggy!well yes i may not be going to innova on saturday.supposed to go out with someone.but but as i was in the bus on the way home.i was thinking.thinking real hard.shld i continue wat i am doing or should i just stop watever i am doing and just live my life.as i sent the sms to say i am unavailable i wished i wldnt regret.but i think i am starting to.liking someone isnt easy mann.arghh.wat the hell am i doinggggggg. *bangs head on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results out on monday.its scary.really.i know it better than u since i arranged the chairs in the hall today.haiz got a feeling i screwed up promos.there isnt a need a feel actually.basically i screwed it up.haiz.chatting with mr low.all he cld say was 'all of you are disappointing.' wish i cld turn back time.wats the point of saying this now man.oh wait wait.yay!thx mr low for the gd news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-116057119549883791?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/116057119549883791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=116057119549883791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116057119549883791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116057119549883791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/10/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-116048385499066994</id><published>2006-10-10T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:55.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lala</title><content type='html'>today was fun.met piggy for a dose of rob-b-hood at j8 in the afternoon.its darn hilarious.the baby, my gosh, so cute la! anyway we had like Andes mint chocolates after the movie.delightfully delicious! haha.today its been fun.but but i dunno y it didnt feel really tat fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its abt me.i dunno y i am feeling this way.this sort of feeling its not good.i know we prolly won't be as close as ever again.i made a mistake.i admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the end.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-116048385499066994?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/116048385499066994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=116048385499066994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116048385499066994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116048385499066994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/10/lala.html' title='lala'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-116044443788145557</id><published>2006-10-10T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:55.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nunga nunga!</title><content type='html'>i feel so embarrassed yesterday.got assaulted by someone abt 50 times. and got spotted by two peeps. (u know who u are) we had pw yesterday morning.however,i woke earlier and left earlier to try out piggy's oreo cheesecake ! its so sweet ! she rocks haha. and ya la,it was nice of course. i won't forget this.i really wont. sorry u got late for netball. i was busy eating mah. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we loaned like 3 lappies to do our project.hahaha we're now known as the greedy group!yipee.haha.we had fun playing songs,playing videos etc.i figureed we do wat we need to at home.it wld be better for sure.anyway after pw i met up with ms piggy (sorry ta make u wait!) and we headed to compass point where we got spotted in burger king by a McCafe boy.dressed in black from head to toe,he strolled in with his SMILE. even saying if he didnt stay in sengkang he wld have missed all of this. growls. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked ard compass point.from the top level to the bottom.read nunga nunga books&lt;br /&gt;and bought sweets.she kept eating la.ya tats wat pigs do huh?haha.dun ask me wat nunga nunga is by the way-u dun wanna know =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the bus on the way to serangoon,we played this game where she will poke her little finger on my palm and i will have ta grab it.guess wat??i won la ! i cldnt grab any inger amazing huh? lol.when i eventually did i was like yay. i am not tat loser after all.guess wat, i grabbed her thumg instead of the second finger.haha.i am so not going to play that game again bleah =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty back to pw then to meet piggy.take care all.and u too =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-116044443788145557?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/116044443788145557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=116044443788145557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116044443788145557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116044443788145557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/10/nunga-nunga.html' title='nunga nunga!'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-116014923588567310</id><published>2006-10-06T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:55.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-116014923588567310?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/116014923588567310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=116014923588567310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116014923588567310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116014923588567310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/10/pics.html' title='pics!'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-116014875676814270</id><published>2006-10-06T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:55.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally.</title><content type='html'>yayness.exams are over finally.i love to enjoy.i really had loads of fun these two days.thanks to ________ a.k.a piggy (sleep la?sleep somemore) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday 05 october&lt;br /&gt;went for a hair cut in the morning after bio mcq while piggy was snoring like mad.she's so hilarious!i swear she's like my soulmate.we have sooo much in common la.ESPL hahaha its ESPN my dear.we went to catch you me and dupree.its hilarious + sick + touching.so is it a gd show?in my opinion it is.go watch it to find out if u like it! haha.went for evening mass (st. francis xavier) after the movie.we were super early so we sat on the swing and played haha and talked rubbish of course.she's great.haha and scared of swinging high.i cant stand swinging low.its like so slow and makes me have motion sickness.*pukes* haha.we wanted to have dinner at chomp chomp.but at 7pm, u cant find a seat so we settled for market!dinner still rocked.and someone wasted her food.what started out with a bowl of bee hoon ended up as a bowl of bee hoon still.full to the brim haha.she practically took a few mouthful.but ya la she drank lots of soup and ate the stuff inside.lols.show u the pics later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday 06 october&lt;br /&gt;met her again after she celebrated her frens birthday at cine.she bought lanterns and useless me cldnt find any sparklers.poo poo.we had like bread bowl filled with mushroom straganoff.and boy was the bread feeling.funny girl,asked me why the bread doesnt melt while the soup is hot.yes,MELT.how can bread melt?and and she even ask wat they do with the bread that they removed to make a hole to fill up with soup.hahah.i think she like doesnt know thu can shape dough into a bowl shape?haha.as i said,she's hilarious.but nothing can beat me man.i caleld sister as we were lost in raffles quay.i freaking pronounced raffles quay as raffles KUEH.stop laughing!i lost my brains for a moment until sis told me its pronounced as KEY.she's mean she even said 'u know wat,i dun feel like talking to u now,BYE' so mean la! and yes piggy kept teasing me the whole day can.growls.we headed to esplanade to see the beautiful moon.and yes it was beautiful.we stood at the roof top and enjoyed the sea breeze and all.how soothing!!we chatted stuff and she had ta go =( so i accompanied her back home b4 taking 73 to tp stadium and walking back in the dark. oh yeah here's one similarity between us-we have no sense of direction.we actually walked around esplanade to get to the bust stop near glutton square.hahha.we got lost,can u believe it =S tsk tsk.stop laughing,if u are.otherwise mr quay will be angry =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-116014875676814270?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/116014875676814270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=116014875676814270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116014875676814270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/116014875676814270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/10/finally.html' title='finally.'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-115985008924109772</id><published>2006-10-03T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:54.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new songs</title><content type='html'>must hear songs !!&lt;br /&gt;1. Chris Brown - Say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;2. Young Jibby - Does your chain hang low&lt;br /&gt;3. Lemar - Its not that easy&lt;br /&gt;4. Justin Timberlake - My Love&lt;br /&gt;5. Army of Anyone - Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;6. Muse - Supermassive black hole&lt;br /&gt;7. John Mayer - Waiting on the world to change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-115985008924109772?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/115985008924109772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=115985008924109772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115985008924109772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115985008924109772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-songs.html' title='new songs'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-115984933062652549</id><published>2006-10-03T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:54.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its not that easy</title><content type='html'>ages since i blogged eh? ok here's the latest post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets start with the rotten promos.&lt;br /&gt;ok its screwed.i don't feel anything abt the promos this time round.i dunno why.why am i so damn lazy.i can do it!i know i can.i shld just wake up.can someone pls wake me up.i feel dazed i feel..argh.lets not talk abt the promos alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's v nice.haha.met this wonderful girl.we have not spoken face to face but we cld click like old frens.yakity yak.we kept encouraging each other in the midst of promos.we kept exchanging hints and testing one another.its fun really.she's the most down to earth person i have ever met.she looks studious.hehs.she's such a wonderful friend.haha.coincidentally we go to the same church and we were from the same cca in secondary school.thank god i found her.hope our frenships last.u know who u are =) *looks forward to thurs's outing after rotten bio. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-115984933062652549?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/115984933062652549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=115984933062652549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are frens? are they people whom u say hi and goodbye?u talk to me and i talk to u?ha.tats wat pple think.i dunno what happened and i seriously cant be bothered.well this time round i am more opened up to the world outside.at least now i know the different kinds of pple around me.it kinda suck here in nyjc.it wld definitely be much better back in innova where we clicked so well, no watever fucking cliques no bitching around no worries.everyone's just caring abt everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well u know,no one is perfect in this world.but if i found everyone wrong and i am going like wth is wrong with everybody,wat i would do is maybe sit down and think whether i have a god damn problem in the first place.instead of insisting i did nothing wrong.but oh well some pple are like tat by nature.watever.oh well disappointing stuff i dun wish to say no more.watever tat has happened has happened.its time to move on and fuck off next yr.tat will be when some people will be happy.so lets fucking move on people ! tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-115856899756832335?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/115856899756832335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=115856899756832335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115856899756832335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115856899756832335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-are-frens.html' title='what are frens'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-115760081166040246</id><published>2006-09-07T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:54.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;seasons change,so do people, especially their feelings towards the pple around or maybe anything that is within his/her view.humans,we funny thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well its time for a little change.i shall treat u how u treat me.its as simple as that.ha.went for prata with theodore,his gal,paul and zd this tuesday.prata gang lives! haha.woot casuarina (screw the spelling) rocks.best prata place on earth. poor zd i think he may have been traumatised by the mutton murtabak.shall upload some pics later.anyway i had fun guys!lets go searching for more prata shops in Singapore ! whee! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went back for bio.funny mr neo.ahh he's soo nice.will make a gd teacher.ok i have nothing else to say already.miss my ec.havent seen her for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;where are u,my ec X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-115760081166040246?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/115760081166040246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=115760081166040246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115760081166040246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115760081166040246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-115737093617943421</id><published>2006-09-04T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:53.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>ahh feel much better now.hmms.finally got my hands on my liverpool jersey - the yellow away one ! whee. hope they allow it in school tmr.its quite comfortable actually haha.&lt;br /&gt;radio these days are brilliant,they play the local music so u cant download anymore hah.oh well off to finish up my chem chem chem.tmr 9-12pm crappingly long la? tata~&lt;br /&gt;and *** just spoilt my day.thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-115737093617943421?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/115737093617943421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=115737093617943421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115737093617943421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115737093617943421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/09/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-115737080722198967</id><published>2006-09-04T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:53.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woah..</title><content type='html'>ohh fuck you.seen ur true colours finally.thank God for that.Lets see who'll be the one laughing at the end of the day.screw u piece of shit.bloody bitch. sayonara~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-115737080722198967?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-30775789.post-115719622253153838</id><published>2006-09-02T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:53.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;how long do i have left,i dun know.and i dun wanna know. -random thought of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised that lemar is such a great singer man.ooo his smooth slick voice is just brilliant.anyway ahh its been 2 days since i last saw my ec.when will i have the courage to even say hi?will i ever get the chance.lol.promos are in 23 days.time really flies.ok time to mug!mUg and MUG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-115719622253153838?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/115719622253153838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=115719622253153838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115719622253153838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115719622253153838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/09/why.html' title='why'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-115701718884852410</id><published>2006-08-31T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:53.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Grow by Lemar feat. Justine</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nxNLnpDqI1A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nxNLnpDqI1A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear this song man.it rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time To Grow Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;by Lemar&lt;br /&gt;Last night I tried but I couldn't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of you were in my head&lt;br /&gt;I was lonely and I needed you next to me&lt;br /&gt;Life is harder since you left&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do you wrong&lt;br /&gt;And now all is said and done&lt;br /&gt;I hope you won't be gone too long/ No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go&lt;br /&gt;What do I do&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny I still feel something&lt;br /&gt;And girl, I wish you could say you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;You've broken the bond&lt;br /&gt;I gotta move on&lt;br /&gt;But how do I end this lonely feeling?&lt;br /&gt;You've gone, I'm here, alone&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to speak, but my words never catch the air&lt;br /&gt;Like you never knew I was there&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to the days when you really cared&lt;br /&gt;Can we make love re-appear?&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on the roads too long&lt;br /&gt;And now all is said and done&lt;br /&gt;I can't go forward if my heart's still where i'm coming from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying time is over&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't control her feelings&lt;br /&gt;If she won't return, then I guess I'll be a man&lt;br /&gt;and move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to grow / And move on&lt;br /&gt;Make life better than it was before&lt;br /&gt;Time to grow and move on&lt;br /&gt;Make love better than I did before [repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you've gone / And I'm here, alone&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time to grow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-115701718884852410?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/115701718884852410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=115701718884852410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115701718884852410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115701718884852410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-to-grow-by-lemar-feat-justine.html' title='Time To Grow by Lemar feat. Justine'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-115701632760179856</id><published>2006-08-31T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:53.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long long time</title><content type='html'>haiz,it had been multiple days since i last saw my ec.where are you?we live so near yet i dun see u so often now.today's teacher's day so i decided to wait for u.and yes it did pay off.i managed to see u.i thank God for tat.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i also want to thank God for giving such beautiful hair,such beautiful eyes and such a beautiful smile that can really knock the daylights out of me and thus my mouth is wide open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had fun despite the horrid coughing i have now.wateve happened the night before i shall not talk abt it.i dun blog unhappy stuff here.well ok i do but..nvm i shall not talk abt it.the concert at nyjc was great esp the singing.wow brilliant.at ftpss, i saw many old frens, chatted up with many old teachers and of course had a lonngggg lunch with some of them.whee i shall show u the pics pics pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4270/608/1600/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4270/608/320/Image028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4270/608/1600/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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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-30775789.post-115649634908977815</id><published>2006-08-25T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:53.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chasing cars</title><content type='html'>heard of that song by snow patrol? they are one hell of a GREAT band.chasing cars simply simply rock the shit out of me lol.too exaggerated i guess.hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yesterday i decided to do something foolish-wait for u.yes u my bus stop ec.thankfully i didnt have to wait long and gratefully i had my fren to accompany me.i was certainly very happy to see u yesterday.how i wish our eyes cld meet.it wld be nice.i terribly missed u.its becos of u my thursdays are the best days of the week as well as my life.how long will this feeling stay?i hope its here to stay but wat does GOd have for us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried doing something after we alighted.i didnt turn ard immediately.i walked around the bend and when i eventually turned around,she was looking at me !! haha.what is she feeling.i dun know.all i knew was i kept turning around to look at her.nono i meant we just kept turning and looking at each other.its funny becos in the bus we do not see eye to eye.i hope the feeling she has is a gd one.pity i have no guts to approach her.i am shy i guess.as i said i dared not smile at her and i must say tat i almost wanted to wave at her yesterday.i missed her smiley face even now as i am blogging in the school library waiting for biology olympiad to start.i hope i can see her later.but i guess i cant.till the next usual thursday we meet.nxt week i doubt we will see each other.its teacher's day celebration.haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.i dun understand parents sometimes.they are just so ...anyway everytime when i order fatty food,i get scolding becos i am eating unhealthily plus i dun exercise often.fine.i decided to excercise yesterday so i went for a run and to train my pull-ups.guess wat.i got a SCOLDING FOR EXERCISING.to dad it was a WASTE OF TIME.wat the hell.wats wrong with him.argh.made my blood boil.he even said i am not even studying economics.when i tell him HONESTLY THAT I DO STUDY ECONS,he says i am lying becos he never sees me doing econs.OMG DOES HE EXPECT ME TO BE DOING ECONS WHEN HE IS LOOKING AT ME?CANT I DO IT AT MY OWN TIME.WAT THE HELL.menopausing i suppose ... another haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope the following days will be better.i have pw to clear up.my oral presentation is judged by mr lawrence and ms irene teo!its on the second day somemore from 1-2pm and the best part is we have to report by 11.30am ANOTHER HAIZ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-115649634908977815?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/115649634908977815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=115649634908977815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115649634908977815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115649634908977815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/08/chasing-cars.html' title='chasing cars'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-115640233836833861</id><published>2006-08-24T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:52.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sitting in the school library</title><content type='html'>CONFUSED. argh. its been 4 over days since i last saw her and yes i was glad to see her this morning.her usual thursdays, armed with her badminton raquet(heck the spelling) she made her way to the bus stop.i so much wanted to smile at her but think abt it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine i dun even know who the hell u are and u smile at me. i will so freak out. i am sure she wld. or worse come to worse she thinks i am some sort of bian tai.tats the magnificent impression i wanna give her.yeah my ass.NO way.i cant possibly go up to her and ask her number too.likewise she'll prolly think 'who's this pervert now.' oh wells, tats just an assumption i am making.it may be right it may be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sure it was the first time i saw her smile.no not at me but at her friend (awwwww). her angelic face and hair stunned the shit out of me. i cldnt help not looking at her. i had to look at her. as wat nigel says, she is my bus-stop EC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i am sitting in my school library idling my time.hopefully,i will be able to see her later on as i make my way home. *keeps fingers crossed.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh promos seem to be coming fast.YES FAST.i jolly well start revising and not get distracted easily.i dun wanna retain.no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall reap what i sow. (= mugging season is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-115640233836833861?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/115640233836833861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=115640233836833861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115640233836833861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115640233836833861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/08/sitting-in-school-library.html' title='sitting in the school library'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-115588754477493283</id><published>2006-08-18T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:52.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>longtimecoming.</title><content type='html'>its been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well,i don't know what i am feeling.she's been at the same bus stop same bus as i was in on the way to school.why is it that i only recently got her attention?what does her presence mean?is she just someone who needs to take a bus to school or is she a sign.i dun know i really dun.i feel weird when she is ard.really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just saw her yesterday.she was in the bus on the way home.ha.of course our eyes met.i wanted to smile but i didnt.in the bus while standing and dreaming i found myself staring at her SUBCONSCIOUSLY.i only realised when i saw her looking at me.poor girl,i heard i stare quite horridly when i am stoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we alighted tgt.she crossed the road while i didnt.as i walked i looked at her direction hoping she wld turn to look too.and she did.we were like idiots,walking and turning to look at the same time.ahh i dun know how she feels but i hope i dun appear as a pervert to her. =S saw her this morning and my heart was thumping.i dun know for watever reason ha.i looked at her once and i didnt see her alrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shld start smiling at her.yeah,maybe i shld (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope ta see you soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-115588754477493283?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/115588754477493283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=115588754477493283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115588754477493283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115588754477493283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/08/longtimecoming.html' title='longtimecoming.'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-115509295394520126</id><published>2006-08-09T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:52.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4270/608/1600/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4270/608/320/Image019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me,yasi and veron !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4270/608/1600/Image017.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4270/608/320/Image017.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me,jasmine and nigel !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4270/608/1600/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4270/608/320/Image022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4270/608/1600/Image021.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4270/608/320/Image021.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice nice (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-115509295394520126?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/115509295394520126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=115509295394520126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115509295394520126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115509295394520126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/08/pics.html' title='pics.'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-115509123553570832</id><published>2006-08-09T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:51.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scary.</title><content type='html'>yesterday was national day cum fund raising day.loads of fun but at first i thought the day was made worse by the fact tat we were to have bio make-up pract after everything.haha.i was wrong.we had more fun instead!ranging from using a marker to write on the agar to the plunging of a wet cloth onto a table which had been wiped dry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sch mr low said i got 23 for chem.whee good i dun have to copy.well thats not the main point, at least i am improving.jope i wun disappoint anyone.must do well for promos.i coaxed mr low to join us that nite and yes he did yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initial plans was to meet there as soon as i can to eat first then head for tuition at 7.30pm but damn they coaxed me to stay.after all i started eating at 7pm la!haha i had difficulties eating.but i enjoyed cooking.i cooked and cooked and gave everything to mr low hahaha.speaking of him, he is ssooo darn funny.he doesnt like soft and cold drinks!so health conscious man!maybe aafter getting his second upper in chemistry he became like tat.i dunno.are u reading this now mr low?oh yeahh i havent paid him yet !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say i am amazed with the fireworks.they were remarkably brilliant!boom boom boom.everyone was like any other excited kid,screaming after every 'explosion' of various colourful fireworks.snap snap snap video video video.darn my phone has low memory so cldnt take much.ok i shall upload watever pics i got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left at 9.30pm.no cab.i walked left and right knowing how screwed i wld be.i ran all the way to the mrt.my shirt was soaked with sweat man ! so stinky. haha finally i reached home at 11pm.he told me off but thankfully my sis helped me,saying it was hard to get a cab because there was fireworks tat night so few cabs wld be ard.haha.phew.i am so not going to try like this again.not now not later not ever.i am a gd boy.i shldnt be doing this.sooooo,kok siang,appreciate it.i did it for u! (= happy birthday boy (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-115509123553570832?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/115509123553570832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=115509123553570832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115509123553570832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115509123553570832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/08/scary.html' title='scary.'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-115425220258612311</id><published>2006-07-30T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:51.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wasted my weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4270/608/1600/Finger-symbol.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4270/608/320/Finger-symbol.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had biology make up yesterday.honestly it was fun.and stressful.definitely great to see nigel again.poor boy,kept holding on to his wound as though his intestines would spill out if he continued walking.BUT i understand ur pain buddy.hahh.can tell that ms choong missed nigel.she kept calling him to answer tutorial questions and bravo to him for he knew most of the answers.hardworking boy,studied while recuperating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after make up we went to j8 to satisfy mr. kok siang's desire for long john silver.he just recovered from throat infection and yesterday he said 'DIE DIE TODAY MUST EAT LONG JOHNS' and yes he was like a happy kid after lunch.hahaha.poor nigel,had to watch us eat.he stole my fry.nono my fries.hahaha.pity long john didnt have any porridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically after i got home, i slept.and slept.and SLEPT TILL FREAKING 7.30pm.woo.tats like 4hrs?i had hokkein mee for lunch and i did some bio SPA revision and followed by some math.midnight i sneaked down to catch liverpool playing.only to see them lose.oh wells, it was a super slack game.come on, reina became a midfielder.he looked sooo comical.but thank god bellamy and pennent(did i spell it correctly?)are not flops.whee cant wait for epl to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,i completed my hol assigment which was due yrs back(LOL). poor zd, couldnt squeeze many papers from us.i even took his paper for CROSS REFERENCINGG!haha.i am quite happy today because i also completed my math tutorial 8B including Assigment 8B.i hope i did them right.i guess i am left with GP compre.tats wat i am going to do tonight.yays.early nite for me today.haha.tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-115425220258612311?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/115425220258612311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=115425220258612311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115425220258612311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115425220258612311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/07/wasted-my-weekend.html' title='wasted my weekend.'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-115409011613357916</id><published>2006-07-28T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:51.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beenawhile.</title><content type='html'>oh its been awhile since i last blogged ! anyway, had a great day yesterday. shi yin,jasmine,zhengda, kok siang and i went to j8 for lunch as kok siang had a sudden craving for long john's silver.but too bad,we had to settle for kfc instead =X thks to the lunching crowd. ha. oh zhengda hung his boot case on kentucky's hand.he walked towards it and said ' hello can u hold this for me? thank you. ' i swore those girls beside kentucky were stunned at his lameness.they were like giggling and giggling. sure enough, the boot case attracted quite a lot of attention.until zd had to keep looking at it to make sure no one takes it away. haha after lunch we realised we had loads of time so we caught THE LAKEHOUSE (w/o zd as he had to go back for badminton). yes nigel, THE LAKEHOUSE.hhaha. i must say i was confused at first having 0 knowledge abt the movie.but later i realised it was actually a very very nice show.yes nigel,it was a VERRY VERY nice show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care nigel,this paragraph is dedicated to u.i know it hurts,the wound,everything.rest well my fren.hope u are very well now.hope to see u real real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after the movie,kok siang was still blurred at wat the show was abt.poor boy,a little slow hahaahha.kidding kidding.after our movie we walked to RJC for our talk.as me and kok siang approached 3 RJC girls,they walked past us as we said may i know... i think they tot we wanted their numbers.it was until i mentioned school when the centre one eventually said 'OH,sorry sorry' ha. i must tell u,walking up to RJC is tiring but i am amazed by their large campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, we happily barged into LT1 where many students and teachers stared at us.guess  wat,they were having special paper! haha.i ran out quickly.really ran.anyway the talk rocks.its really an enriching talk.i was amazed how the lecturer could explain the concepts in simpleton sentences.well donee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i better do my work.still have biology extra tutorials tmr.and SPA biology is coming !! freaking scared.but i hope i will be fine then.take care pple,esp u nigel. tata~ (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-115409011613357916?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/115409011613357916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=115409011613357916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115409011613357916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115409011613357916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/07/beenawhile.html' title='beenawhile.'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-115356254616826984</id><published>2006-07-22T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:51.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>badday.</title><content type='html'>dang i finally managed to blurt out my mid yr marks to daddy last night.he says i always hide them.naturally,he's freaking piss.cld see the smoke coming out of his ears.yeahh,restrictions are coming in.from now,no more football for me.he says the world cup simply killed me.after all i had a hat trick of S followed by a brace of U for my mid yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning he chewed my butt again becos i forgot to tell him my econs marks.i dared not tell him 4/20.i think my head would have rolled.i just told him 40%.but haiz,i guess he will know later on when report book comes?oh crap,i got my NS registration instruction letter the other day.as blurred as ever, i went to apply when the date on the letter showed apply from 26 july. - .- plain stupidity.still lied to gary tat i applied. but how would i know,the damn website hung on me.i decided to start my exercise from today but since dad scolded me last night,i shall procrastinate.wahaha procrastination kills by the way.take my tutorials for example.procrastinate,procrastinate and procrastinate.finally u get a mountain of tutorials from just a little molehill.bahhh i have decided to change.for the better of course.no point saying and not do anything. I SWEAR I AM GOING 2 BUCK UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;just watch me.i have to change.its now or NEVER..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-115356254616826984?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/115356254616826984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=115356254616826984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115356254616826984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115356254616826984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/07/badday.html' title='badday.'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-115347864191930409</id><published>2006-07-21T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:51.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee !</title><content type='html'>gosh,this morning my auntie told me dad asked her for my marks.looks like i cant hide any longer.my mid yrs are super bad and i dunno wat am i going to do.i am still not awake.surely there'll be restrictions.*waves to epl.haiz tats wat jc life is abt huh?no wait a minute,there aint no life in jc man. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee!finally i learnt how to make the shoelaces thingy.thks to ms ker yi hao and mr lin zhengda's super coaching.i realised i STILL have loads of work to do.let me think let me think.fine,i shall do my bio DNA revision and tutorials BY tonight followed by a dose of vectors revision and tutorial tmr morning.mid afternoon maybe i will do more chemistry revision and end of the nite after church and dinner with my retarded EOM.when i say retarded i mean it, my EOM is horrid.no wait wait,it doesnt even exist!wahah.no article to evaluate at all.i am so screwed?well this is just the beginning of my screwed chewed up life.there's more to come.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i can feel it in my bones ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-115347864191930409?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/115347864191930409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=115347864191930409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115347864191930409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115347864191930409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/07/whee.html' title='whee !'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-115340208690653514</id><published>2006-07-20T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:50.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pirates is a funny show.</title><content type='html'>ok this is the first pirates show i have ever found funny. mr devy jones.speaking of him, i had him for dinner today.steamed octopus to be precise.wahahah.ok tats lame.after school we were so bored so me and kok siang decided to watch pirates of the carribean which rocked.ohh dang i drank sooo much water before we entered the theatre so i ran twice to the toilet -.- heh.so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;moral of the story,dun drink too much water before watching am movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received my NS letter today.have to register already.dang i cant wait for the enriching experience.haha.i must must must get the two mth reduction from BMT.in another words,i must do well for my NS NAPFA.GOLD GOLD GOLD !!! RAR. ok i shall exercise more regularly from now on.i realised i have gained some weight and instaed of abs i have fats now.-.- okies.i shall go help gary with his registration. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-115340208690653514?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/115340208690653514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=115340208690653514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115340208690653514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115340208690653514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/07/pirates-is-funny-show.html' title='pirates is a funny show.'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-115305320438257933</id><published>2006-07-16T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:50.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iofficiallyhatepw.</title><content type='html'>POOP ! its been a weak of chaoticness (is there such a word) and finally its going to end.i wanna thank grandpa for guiding me thru oral and giving me an easy question.at least i could shake off my nerviness (once again,is there such word?). ah listening compre is next tues someone pls remind me to dig my ears on mon ! and yay,friday we have an owed holiday ! hmmm shld we go to sentosa or watch pirates. tough choice. i hate sentosa esp after the nasty nasty annoying itchy witchy unforgettable rash i had earlier this yr after swimming half naked in the waters -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today met up with pw mates (without stanley) at bugis. as usual, we were blurred out by wat we are supposed to find. not that we are lazy but we are just so stuck. horrible topic. should have chosen something else. but oh wells, now tat we cant U-turn (no matter how much we want to) maybe we shld just concentrate. dun give up alright, mates? lets do wat we can with no regrets. we made a mistake, so we bear the consequences. the saying goes 'one for all, all for one'. we are made to go thru this. i swear to give my all. but it takes 2 hands to clap (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting in the bus listening to the song 'my wish' by rascal flatts. oh its such a meaningful song. i love it.want the song ask me for it. rascal flatts are a jolly good band. alternative rock i suppose? or are they a christian band. oh watever they still rock !oh yeah ! josh groban has a mighty voice which i love. crap how i wish i cld sing like him. *grins with jealousy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeahh pple,dun upsize ur ice lemon tea from mos. i visited the toilet 7 over times after slurping tat large cup of tea.alrighty will update again ! cheers pple !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-115305320438257933?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/115305320438257933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=115305320438257933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115305320438257933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115305320438257933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/07/iofficiallyhatepw.html' title='iofficiallyhatepw.'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30775789.post-115287940976631178</id><published>2006-07-14T19:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:51:50.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how does it feel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;font&gt;Hail to the King for he has fallen. Yes, just short of 9 years to his first century as King, he has fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on sports day itself when i visited my granddad in the ICU. It was his 1st week in the ICU. The heart operation was a success but expectedly, his organs failed him. His kidneys were close to not functioning at all and basically they cldnt take the dye required for MRI. I just cant express how i felt when i saw the dialysis machine beside his bed, feeding tubes inserted into his nose. His sad eyes, filled with tears, stared aimlessly at the ceiling. I called out to him but all he cld do was to roll his eyes as his hands were strapped to the bed (to prevent him from pulling the tubes). It was a few days back only when he showed signs of losing his memory. As the days went by he was struggling to talk and even complained of objects flying around in his room. Honestly, i feared the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 yrs back i remember i was at my grandad's house, i was happy to see him. He was always at the door with a smile. Told me to study hard everytime i visited and even shook my hand earlier this yr after i got my results. I sat in his house thinking of how much i love him and i really wished he wldnt leave at all. Selfish i know, but i am sure most of us are like tat. Who wants to lose thier love ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my grandpa on the hospital bed, was heart wrenching. I prayed and prayed for some miracle that he will be ok. But i lost hope when i saw his blood pressure. It was an all time low. Not a gd sign. I said goodbye to him and soon i was gone. I noticed he hardly blinked his eyes. Doc said he was slower in response due to the toxins in his body. Apparently it affected his brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up. The sky was still dark. Heard noises, doors banging. What was happening? i came out only to see the empty room of my parents. BAD feeling. It was around 6.50am ..&lt;br /&gt;my sis called mummy getting a reply 'grandpa is very sick' i shrugged it off only to receive a call a few minutes later asking all of us to gwt down as soon as possible. i knew something was wrong. and i was right. his heart stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i saw the sad faces of my parents i went oh no oh no. dad explained-grandpa's heart stopped tat very morning, nurses revived his heart to keep it beating so we cld all see him breathe his last. he was already brain dead. i practically ran to his room. he looked worse. i knew then my grandpa was gone. beside was a new machine, pumping oxygen into his lungs. he looked as though he was breathing, but he's alr brain dead. his blood pressure was getting lower and lower. his heart was obviously tired. 1 injection the blood pressure shoots to 200 only for it to come down to 30. another injection the same way it went up then down. 3rd injection it went to 100 only. We all knew it was only a matter of time. after all of us greeted grandpa, we watched him go. it was painful, i chose to stay outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how strong i thought i was, i knew i couldnt control. when mummy came out in tears saying he was gone. i muttered an 'i know' answer and soon i felt tears dripping down my face. control control control ! i cldnt control. i cld hear aunt's voice 'its my fault its my fault,i shldnt have let him go for the operation.' how can i not cry. just when i tot i stopped crying aunt judy put her hands on my shoulders and told me to be strong. SNAP. out came my tears. it was the first time i cried so hard.i was choking and gasping for breath. i was brought to another corner. somewhere where i wldnt hear the funeral arrangements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days passed fast.even though he is gone physically, i know he will always be around me spiritually. he's in all of us. i know it becos i believe in it. i love my grandpa i know he wont leave me like this. i cant wait to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in loving memory of the greatest and strongest grandpa on earth(he has no dentures at 91 yrs old and can walk with a perfect posture-straight back and hardly uses walking stick),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mr joseph tan lip ker 1915-2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;ue                and False are attributes of speech, not of things. 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30775789-115287940976631178?l=jtbq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/feeds/115287940976631178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30775789&amp;postID=115287940976631178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115287940976631178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30775789/posts/default/115287940976631178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtbq.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-does-it-feel_14.html' title='how does it feel.'/><author><name>jUstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966999678229986009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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