<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658</id><updated>2011-08-25T14:23:50.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JaM</title><subtitle type='html'>...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>263</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-116308446246165065</id><published>2006-11-09T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T23:01:02.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Which would you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have a lot of friends....or only a few good ones you can trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if...you gave someone your trust but he/she doesn't value it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-116308446246165065?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/116308446246165065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=116308446246165065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/116308446246165065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/116308446246165065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/11/which-would-you-prefer-to-have-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-116303841570480120</id><published>2006-11-09T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T10:13:35.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. Saw this small article in the newspaper about a bunch of tiger cubs being good friends with a few bunnies. They live in the same cage too. -_- It happened because the cubs grew up with the buns together and so they became good friends. The pic showed two cubs patting a bun with a claw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this is possible for humans too. Can two people from extremely different backgrounds and with quite different characters become good friends? Or will the tiger one day realise that it's quite different from the bun after all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-116303841570480120?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/116303841570480120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=116303841570480120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/116303841570480120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/116303841570480120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/11/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-116186918924906967</id><published>2006-10-26T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:26:29.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished watching 有话就说 on Chn U. About the MRT suicide incident. Actually, I find it quite appalling that some Singaporeans are shocked that such poverty exists in Singapore. They are living under the myth that all Singaporeans are just as rich as them, and only worry about their next Botox treatment, breast implant or feast at some restaurant. (breast implant only do once can liao? or few years later must 'supplement' again? I never do before, so I don't know =X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is the sadness of living in your own small circle and not stepping out to take a look at the wider world. Sometimes people don't realise that there are poor people around them too. Then when nobody offers a helping hand, the tragedy happens. It's only after the jump that people wake up from their dreams and start offering help. Though the generosity of Singaporeans in general has always been well-known. But I think it's mostly limited to middle-aged people. Coz people our age only give a damn about things directly related to us. When was the last time you ate chicken rice? For the family in question, and possibly many others, they only get to eat such a dish like once a month or something, when their parents receive salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. Actually I think the father is quite selfish. His family has been with him through thick and thin but he chose to end his life there and then. Of course, we are in no position to comment, not having fully understood the situation. Maybe he was thinking this would make one less mouth to feed. Maybe he was thinking this could help his beloved family members. Maybe he predicted such an act would gain the attention of many others and therefore they would receive such a hefty sum of donation? I doubt so. But whatever the case, he might have solved the family's financial problems, the psychological and mental effects on his spouse and children are new problems that he has created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. 有话就说 going to end next week. Finally can watch Yang sisters. Is it funny? I havent watched it yet. PCK coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-116186918924906967?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/116186918924906967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=116186918924906967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/116186918924906967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/116186918924906967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-finished-watching-on-chn-u.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-116148671788035805</id><published>2006-10-22T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T11:11:57.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol. the poo, explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Poo List!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ghost Poo: The kind where you feel poo come out, see poo on the toilet paper, but there's no poo in the bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Clean poo - The kind where you feel poo come out, see poo in the bowl, but theres no poo on the toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wet Poo- You wipe your butt fifty times and it still feels unwiped. So you end up putting toilet paper between your buttand your underwear so you don't ruin them with those dreadfulskid marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wet Cheeks Poo- That's the kind that comes out of your butt so fast that your butt cheeks get splashed with the toiletwater, or splash-back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Second Wave Poo- This poo happens when you think you've finished, your pants are up to your knees, and you suddenly realize you have to poo some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brain Haemorrhage-through-your-nose Poo- You have to strain so much to get it out that you turn purple and practically have a stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lincoln Log Log- The kind of poo that's so enormous you're afraid to flush it down without first breaking it up intolittle pieces with the toilet brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Power Dump Poo- The kind that comes out so fast, you've barely got your pants down and you're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Liquid Plumber Poo- This kind of poo is so big it plugs up the toilet and it overflows all over the floor. You should have followed the advice from the Lincoln Log Poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spinal Tap Poo- The kind of poo that hurts so much coming out, you'd swear it's got to be coming out sideways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'I-think-I'm-turning-into-a-bunny' Poo- When you drop lots of cute, little round ones that look like marbles and make tiny splishy sounds when they hit the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'What-the-hell-died-in-here' Poo- Also sometimes referred to as The Toxic Dump. Of course you don't warn anyone of the poisonous bathroom odour. Instead, you stand innocently nearthe door and enjoy the show as they run out a-gagging and a-gasping for air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'I-just-know-there's-a-turd-still-dangling-there' Poo-Where you just sit there patiently and wait for the last cling-on to drop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-116148671788035805?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/116148671788035805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=116148671788035805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/116148671788035805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/116148671788035805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/10/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-116061832120741304</id><published>2006-10-12T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T09:58:41.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiz. So long nv update liao...lazy. haha...anyway the other day yu lao shi made his retirement speech. So sad...another good teacher gone. While he was talking, many others were flinching at what he said (at the language in particular) I have no idea what is wrong with these people. Anyway I'm tired of all the sniggers, remarks, comments, stares and what-nots whenever a chinese announcement is made. God! Can't people accept the language? Even if you don't speak it, listening to it for a few seconds won't kill you right. Not like we would faint and drop dead after listening to non-chinese language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. It's the official end of lessons soon. I can't say I've really enjoyed my JC life, but I've definitely made a few good friends. Hope we can stay in contact with each other even after we graduate, and after I finish becoming a green man. (no, not the traffic light one) People like Adeline, Ying Hong, YY, Ethel and the load of them. Mostly LEP people. Haha. Oh and Zhong who always tends to stick around. Don't really want to say much here too. I think what Adeline said is true...as long as we know it in our hearts, we don't have to keep proclaiming how much we treasure our friendship. Or something like that. Haha. I'm rambling again. And trying very hard not to keep watching Bleach. It's a fantastic anime, the latest I've caught on to. At least it only has 98 eps so far, and I'm stuck at 33. Unlike Naruto which has 200+ eps -_- Later watch liao cannot stop then die. Get withdrawal symptoms. The Bleach OP 1 and 2 is extremely catchy! My current favourite song is Bleach OP 2, D-technolife by UVerworld. Blah. next sat still have PP, post prelimn for LEP. Postmortem is more apt, coz we're already all dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-116061832120741304?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/116061832120741304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=116061832120741304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/116061832120741304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/116061832120741304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/10/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-115694009698181124</id><published>2006-08-30T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T20:21:49.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7314/290/1600/Baby_Blues.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7314/290/400/Baby_Blues.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7314/290/1600/Baby_Blues.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n5/jsng88/bbbluemom.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n5/jsng88/bbbluemom.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n5/jsng88/bbbluemom.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n5/jsng88/bbbluemom.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Baby Blues! The comic strip is simply great. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-115694009698181124?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/115694009698181124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=115694009698181124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/115694009698181124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/115694009698181124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-baby-blues-comic-strip-is.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-115651956894378070</id><published>2006-08-25T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T23:26:08.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>从今以後&lt;br /&gt;不再垂头丧气走开　&lt;br /&gt;所有人的期待让我站起来&lt;br /&gt;甩掉了阻碍 冲劲全打开　&lt;br /&gt;我终于明白&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly 尽全力才飞起来&lt;br /&gt;没有後悔不後退　&lt;br /&gt;我让你刮目相看&lt;br /&gt;Just fly　&lt;br /&gt;向世界证明我存在&lt;br /&gt;努力过的汗水　&lt;br /&gt;不断灌溉美好未来&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-115651956894378070?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/115651956894378070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=115651956894378070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/115651956894378070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/115651956894378070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/08/fly-just-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-115651741923390234</id><published>2006-08-25T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T22:55:18.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today marks the end of official tutorial lessons for us. Haiz. Can't help but feel sad...2 years is such a short time. Just when I was really starting to like the rest of the class..our journey is ending. Saying goodbye is always one of the hardest things. Although today zuohou said he hope the class will remain in contact...but I have this uneasy feeling that it's one thing to say but another thing to do. Often...after you separate from your classmates...its hard to maintain the relationship at the level both of you once were at. Coz most probably you all would be leading different lives...walking a different way. There's no common topic. All too often you would be too busy to keep in touch with him/her. Everytime I move on..there's always someone that you were once close with but as time passes you find it hard to initiate a conversation simply because you've been out of touch too long. That's why I was grateful when some of my ex-classmates got posted into the same jc class as me. Even more grateful when they remained after the march slaughter...people like yz. haha.(some got posted out) So I hope the class will really keep in touch with each other this time. Like ms neo said..let the magic of 05s62 continue on =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sentimental again! Maybe I'll write to dedicate a song on XGJY again. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-115651741923390234?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/115651741923390234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=115651741923390234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/115651741923390234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/115651741923390234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-marks-end-of-official-tutorial.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-115581252753389953</id><published>2006-08-17T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T19:02:07.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday, the school fire alarm (bell?) went off by accident. At first even the lecturer didn't know what to do...I suppose everyone's first thought would be: false alarm. Although it was really a false alarm in the end, think it's funny how we suspect the bell when there isn't a pre-informed fire drill session. Doesn't that defeat the purpose of the fire drill altogether? It's supposed to keep us prepared in case an emergency happens...yet it turns out that now we don't trust the bell unless we have been told that there will be a drill. What happens when there is a real fire? hmm. Then people will say that it will never happen. But some things always happen at the most unexpected time, don't they? (anyway there was about 3000+ fire incidents last year in SG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was this really lame announcement about selling ice-cream for CIP. Think it was quite dumb for the people to be making sexual innuendos on the bridge in front of all the teachers and such. At least they could be more subtle if they wanted -_- fund-raising is sort of a meaningful activity...they should not have tried to make such linkless links lor. In the end got stopped midsentence by the vp. Hah. Mrs Chin stopped the girl in time coz I think the next word she was going to say would be another sexual reference...coz she was stopped at "and we will give you.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-115581252753389953?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/115581252753389953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=115581252753389953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/115581252753389953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/115581252753389953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/08/monday-school-fire-alarm-bell-went-off.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-115530079712474318</id><published>2006-08-11T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T21:46:09.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great, blogger just played me up again. I typed a whole chunk of post and it just had to give me an error page. Rawr. Anyway. How did you spend your Nat Day hols? I went to watch the fireworks display on tues with Yuzhong, Xiuming and Yu Ming...they were really nice. (I didnt mean the people =x) Though we had to squeeze like hell with half the Singapore population there. To make it worse, some guy behind us started lighting a cigarette there. Was he trying to choke us to death or what...smoking among so many people. Then came this power grandma with her bunch of grandkids who bulldozed through the crowd to get to the front. Power grandma and her bunch of kids stampeded past YZ and he was darn pissed with them. When she was about to rampage through XM and I, I stood in front of her, blocking the mighty grandma's way. She stood behind me sadly and proclaimed loudly, 'so sad, here cannot get good view. let's bulldoze another direction.' And off she went. So rude la.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. when the fireworks started, all the perspiration and waiting in the stuffy place was worth it. It was the best display of fireworks I had ever seen, and it's not those childplay you see on TV. The fireworks were really huge and shot really high into the sky. They lit up the night sky, but were gone in a flash. Think they're like all the good things in life. They don't have to last forever, just enjoy the moment while they last. That's why half the SG population, along with us, were willing to spend 3hrs+ travelling back and forth to watch 15mins worth of fireworks. Coz after the whole thing, the roads jam like siao -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-115530079712474318?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/115530079712474318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=115530079712474318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/115530079712474318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/115530079712474318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/08/great-blogger-just-played-me-up-again.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-115452367159338711</id><published>2006-08-02T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T21:01:11.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;一个像夏天 一个像秋天&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一次见面看你不太顺眼&lt;br /&gt;谁知道后来关系那么密切&lt;br /&gt;我们一个像夏天 一个像秋天&lt;br /&gt;却总能把冬天变成了春天&lt;br /&gt;你拖我离开一场爱的风雪&lt;br /&gt;我背你逃出一次梦的断裂&lt;br /&gt;遇见一个人然后生命全改变&lt;br /&gt;原来不是恋爱才有的情节&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果不是你我不会相信&lt;br /&gt;朋友比情人还死心塌地&lt;br /&gt;就算我忙恋爱&lt;br /&gt;把你冷冻结冰&lt;br /&gt;你也不会恨我&lt;br /&gt;只是骂我几句&lt;br /&gt;如果不是你我不会确定&lt;br /&gt;朋友比情人更懂得倾听&lt;br /&gt;我的弦外之音&lt;br /&gt;我的有口无心&lt;br /&gt;我离不开darling更离不开你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你了解我所有得意的东西&lt;br /&gt;才常泼我冷水怕我忘形&lt;br /&gt;你知道我所有丢脸的事情&lt;br /&gt;却为我的美好形象保密&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-115452367159338711?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/115452367159338711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=115452367159338711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/115452367159338711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/115452367159338711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/08/darling.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-115435344521101413</id><published>2006-07-31T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:12:08.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More jokes!=P Btw Clara..I saw that comment -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife : You always carry my photo in your handbag to the office. Why ?&lt;br /&gt;Hubby : When there is a problem, no matter how impossible, I look at your picture and the problem disappears.&lt;br /&gt;Wife: You see, how miraculous and powerful I am for you?&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: Yes, I see your picture and say to myself, "What other problem can there be greater than this one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife to husband: "What's your excuse for coming home at this time of the night?"&lt;br /&gt;Husband to wife: "Golfing with friends, my dear."&lt;br /&gt;Wife to husband: "What?? At 2 am ? "&lt;br /&gt;Husband to wife: "Yes, We used night clubs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How was your blind date ?? " a college student asked her roommate.&lt;br /&gt;"Terrible ! " the roommate answered. "He showed up in his 1932 Rolls Royce."&lt;br /&gt;"Wow!? That's a very expensive car? What's so bad about that? "&lt;br /&gt;"He was the original owner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wife asked her husband: "What do you like most in me - my pretty face or my sexy body?"&lt;br /&gt;He looked at her from head to toe and replied: "I like your sense of humour."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-115435344521101413?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/115435344521101413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=115435344521101413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/115435344521101413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/115435344521101413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-jokesp-btw-clara.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-115435510377435688</id><published>2006-07-31T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:11:43.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt confused about something but can't ask for another person's help? Not because you don't want..but circumstances don't allow it. It's very troubling...having it eat away at you constantly yet you can't seek for help. Hai. Maybe I should just put my mind on mugging and not think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-115435510377435688?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/115435510377435688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=115435510377435688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/115435510377435688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/115435510377435688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/07/have-you-ever-felt-confused-about.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-115227100293510420</id><published>2006-07-07T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T19:16:42.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The other day, early morning, I saw a gang fight. It lasted only a few seconds but was relatively violent...for a gang fight of its type. Fortunately no blood was lost, only a few feathers. Oh, did I mention the fact that the gang fight was between a few birds? Yah. A group of fat pigeons who had nothing better to do 7.30am in the morning. A group of fat-ass pigeons gathered around , split into two gangs and looking at each other intidimatingly. Then the leader of one of the gangs launched the first attack by pecking. There was an uproar and everyone screeched and squawked and pecked and scratched and smacked their wings in other people's (birds') faces. The best attack came from a grey-winged fat-ass pigeon with a birthmark below its eye. He stretched out his leg and clawed at the opponent and pecked the latter hard in the bird-butt. The victim gave an extra loud squawk and flew to the top of a roof. Seeing their leader retreating, the others in his gang flapped away noisily to tend to the wounds of him while the other victorious gang aimed loud-pitched truimphant squawks at the losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After receiving an edible underwear on my birthday, bird gang fights don't surprise me anymore. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Btw it really happened ok! Both the bird fight and the underwear thing. Thanks to Naga and co for giving me the gift. Haha.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-115227100293510420?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/115227100293510420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=115227100293510420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/115227100293510420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/115227100293510420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/07/other-day-early-morning-i-saw-gang.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-115086659870592223</id><published>2006-06-21T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T13:09:58.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jokes. The following jokes were forwarded to me. Not meant to deal any personal attacks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 1&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng bought a Honda VTI recently and drove to Ah Lian's place to show it to her.?Ah Beng was bragging the various functions of his new car to his girlfriend. "This is ah, so fast even the Mata Chia cannot catch ah!" "Ha! Really ah! Steady lah!" said Ah Lian. "Some more hor, this is Auto one, vely easy to drive!" So Ah Lian said, "Let me try! I wan, I wan!" So Ah Lian took the driver's seat and shifted the gear and floored the accelerator. The next moment, the car sped backwards and crashed into the lamp-post. "Alamak! What u doing?U Siao Char Bo! U see lah! Wah Piang eh!" screamed Ah Beng. "Solee, solee, pai sah lah! No lah, I tot hor, "R" for racing mah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 2&lt;br /&gt;The Titanic was sinking, and there weren't enough lifeboats. So the captain had to persuade male passengers to jump into the icy waters to make room for women and children. To the British he said. "You must act like gentlemen." They jumped. To the Americans he said, "You can be heroes." They complied. To the Germans he said, "It's the rule." They obeyed. To the Japanese he said," It's the consensus." They obliged. Then came the Singaporean and they just weren't budging until he came up with the appeal: "Free life jackets for those who jumped."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 3&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, a group of Ah Bengs stepped into a lounge and wanted the DJ to play the song "Ah Cheng Buey Ro Ti" (In Hokkien means Ah Cheng buys bread). The DJ told them that they only have English songs and told them to re-select another song. The Ah Bengs were very angry and kicked up a big fuss, claiming the DJ was insulting them. The manager had to intervene in order to calm them down. Finally, after long talk with Ah Bengs manager found out that Ah Bengs actually asking for the song "Unchained Melody" by the Righteous Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 4&lt;br /&gt;One day, two Ah Lians got into a lift from the 20th storey and want to get down to the ground floor. As they looked at the dial, they could see the number 20 down to number 2. It was then followed by a G. As they not English-educated, they were puzzled and had no idea what does the letter G mean. Suddenly one of them exclaimed excitedly and hit G. When they finally reached the ground floor, the other Ah Lian was so impressed and asked the first Ah Lian,"Wah low!!!, how you know one?" The first Ah Lian reply smugly, "Easy lah.. G for Gero mah..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-115086659870592223?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/115086659870592223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=115086659870592223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/115086659870592223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/115086659870592223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/06/jokes.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-114912908883142231</id><published>2006-06-01T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T19:36:30.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phew. Watched 2 movies on monday at one go. X3 and Over the Hedge. I think X3's plot is not bad. But like all sci-fi/thriller movies, they like to suddenly try and deaf you with a loud blast of sound. Adeline was jumping in her seat a few times. HAha. Anyway, did you all watch the part after the credits? Luckily Anthony told me about it. The last part showed *SPOILER ALERT* (highlight to read)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Professor X is still alive! I think it has something to do with the case study he showed. The on about transferring a mind to a brain-dead person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so lame! We waited for 5mins for credits to end, to watch 5 secs of the ending!!&lt;br /&gt;Clara: I want to see the ending!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I want the credits to end quickly!&lt;br /&gt;Mingxiu: I want to go toilet! (ZZzz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Anthony bluffed me say Rogue killed Iceman. Zzz. I forgot what was Rogue's power anyway. What happen when she touch other people? Will sot them with electricity is it? Luckily Iceman never die. I like Iceman! I like ice. Haha. I always like to use ice types when playing games. Except maple where I chose to be cleric. Almost chose ice. But I chose cleric to help people. Because I'm so kind, helpful, considerate...(you know the rest =x =P)&lt;br /&gt;The showdown between Iceman and Pyro was so cool la. I was like "go iceman go!" Heh. Iceman so clever. At first thought the director might make Pyro trip and fall flat on his face so that he would have a rotiprata nose (er hem. sounds familiar.) and Iceman would gain an opening and freeze his ass off. Anyway Pyro lost. I don't like him anyway. Stupid traitor. He only act-seh just because he has become magneto's biggest pawn among others. You think magneto will care if he puffs up in smoke meh? No! Look at Mystique. The stupid tikopek never even thank her for saving him! He apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, but you're not one of us anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got what shit use! Maybe he had hoped she would shake her boobs a bit while lying naked on the floor but decided to spite her cause she didn't do so. She was so loyal. Haiz. Anyway this also shows that women are most vicious. Haha. Look at the dumb tele-girl and the hairy berry. (storm) Watch them fight so fun. Haha. But their first encounter storm too weak. Should have given tele-girl a few tight slaps then zap her legs off. See how she tele. Then she can sit there and 'feel' other people's power for all she's worth. So happy when hairy berry electrocuted her to a crispy golden brown on the fence. Wahaha. Stupid tele-girl dont know how to die, still purposely pick out hairy berry for a fight the 2nd time. Go hairy berry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hor, the angel! Haiz. So disappointing. I thought he would be one of the main characters of the show. Like real lor! He doesn't even have a mutant name!! All he did was to flap his wings a few times and save his father. Please lah!  His father got what thing worth saving one! If I were the angel hor, I would fly past and say 'Oops, I missed.' to him. Then I can say 'I'm sure that's what YOU want!' to him. Apart from that, the movie director wasted his budget by employing a good-looking actor to be an 'extra'. He didn't even fight! He can't be considered part of Xmen coz he only came for a few secs then they went to fight already. (without him) Someone tell me why he was placed beside the main leads in the poster. Even KFC did so. Walao! They should have put Iceman! Afterall they put pyro at old maggie's poster. (magneto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also hor, Jean grey became so much uglier! Can see all the veins on her face. Like some old haggard woman. The younger Jean so much prettier. HAha. Anyway, the crew must have wasted a lot of cars to film XMen. You see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Young Jean showed her powers by raising cars.&lt;br /&gt;2. Magneto proved to be an efficient traffic policeman by directing cars away to get to Mystique's cell.&lt;br /&gt;3. The construction of a bridge in 5 secs from the mainland to the what-have-you island (I forgot the name) by maggie.&lt;br /&gt;4. Magneto and pyro's deadly combo in the battle (which proved to be not so deadly after all-stopped by Iceman. Go Iceman!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity all the cars man..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-114912908883142231?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/114912908883142231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=114912908883142231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114912908883142231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114912908883142231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/06/phew.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-114817764004121389</id><published>2006-05-21T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T10:14:00.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hah. On thurs chem lect we watched a video...on the results part of campus superstar. Sam Lee showed us that video not to watch Chee Yang's face appear on the screen again, but to see one of our teachers going mad. Yes, mad. We actually saw Ms Neo hopping up and down waving her hands about and screaming her head off like a mad, crazy, insane, lunatic nutty woman. Haahahahahaah. Caught on film! Then when we asked her about it she said she was too hyped up by the atmosphere to notice anyone was filming her and that we haven't seen the best of her yet. -_- I can't imagine how it would be like. Maybe she would really scream her head off. Anyway Ethel saw her jumping out of her seat during the bball finals last fri. Too bad no one brought videocam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I really took the WRONG bus. I was sitting at one side of those horizontal seats..then this dumb woman beside me (she was sitting at the normal seats) kept fanning herself and trying to choke me with her perfume. Wa lao, she put so much perfume la!! I think she go out once then use one bottle. Then what's more, there was this irritating shameless couple sitting at the last row. When I boarded the bus, I already saw the guy turning over in his seat then hug the girl. Then when I sat down, they still continue doing that!! They lock themselves in a deep embrace and kiss each other passionately. ON THE BUS! Super irritating lah. PDA on the bus for what. Show off to other people arh? Some more the bus aircon spoil then it was so warm lah. Still got mood to kiss. They were sitting on the opposite side of the bus then I could see them from the corner of my eye. Want to kiss, kiss other place mah. The whole back of the bus staring at them then they were like so happy. All the aunties shaking their heads. (maybe the uncles were enjoying it =x) The couple suddenly stopped. Then when the whole bus was about to heave a sigh of relief, the couple decided that the fengshui there not good. Must change. So they moved to the other end of the row of seats. pengz. cannot stand it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-114817764004121389?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/114817764004121389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=114817764004121389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114817764004121389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114817764004121389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/05/hah.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-114758544259662128</id><published>2006-05-14T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T17:03:52.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished reading two books over the long slack week. Both mystery/thrillers, but more so thriller. I declare that I don't really like Patricia Cornwell and James Patterson books. I still prefer Agatha Christie. With Cornwell, there's a lot of technical jargon and I think the deaths are too gory. -_- and none of the nice ending twist that I like. Patterson puts a twist but it's quite clumsily placed. Christie's books never fail to surprise me...and I think the twist is always so nicely and smoothly executed. Twist until I so thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Found another mystery writer. Ngaio Marsh or something. Dunno how to pronounce. But I like the first book I am reading now. Coz it has my name inside. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the econs lecturer is very lame. Teaching us how to be evil. About imports and exports. How to restrict other people's imports. Only she can be so evil la. Then ask Zuohou to suggest some evil ways and say that "Come on la, everyone can think of evil things what." For her only lor. Haha. Anyway I like the lecturer. Quite funny sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today chem lect is cancelled! Thanks to students council investiture. Haha. Found out about it yesterday when I logged on to EMB (first time) to print the BT timetable. Wa, first time log in then have this kind of good lobang. Must check EMB more often already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Ethel was writing her compo and Clara and I were thinking of ways to end her story. We wanted to spice up the possible sucidal ending of the female lead. Then Clara suggested having the male lead (boyfriend) walk past when the girl jumps down from 10th storey and hit a car. Then will have an impactful ending. (literally) I suggested the male lead being inside the car too and thus the couple died happily ever after. Haha. Both of us can write bestseller already. (no, we don't have violent tendencies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. What wls said the other day about fathers having a hard time maintaining a relationship with their children kept me thinking. According to him, fathers will almost always have to find a 联系with the child. Cause they are unlike mothers who cook and do housework for the child everyday. He cited his own example, saying how his father was unwilling to keep the car, which they had been sharing, for his own use then wls buy another one. It's coz his father wanted to keep sharing the car so that at least there is something bonding them--the car. Whenever they met, they would talk a lot about the car, like maintenence of it and etc. Then this morning while my father was driving me to school, he kept talking to me...about random stuff. Then I was like thinking, "hewantstofinda联系hewantstofinda联系"....haha. But I think it would be quite true. Although some fathers would be satisfied by just providing the child with material comforts. Haiz. I hope I won't have such problems next time. Maybe I can play maple with my kid. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-114758544259662128?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/114758544259662128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=114758544259662128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114758544259662128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114758544259662128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-finished-reading-two-books-over.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-114699709168864778</id><published>2006-05-07T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T18:18:11.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay! new skin! 新皮!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for maple!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-114699709168864778?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/114699709168864778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=114699709168864778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114699709168864778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114699709168864778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/05/yay-new-skin-time-for-maple.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-114587371883426604</id><published>2006-04-21T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T18:17:38.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you come to school and immediately know it's not going to be your day. For some reason, you start feeling down and think that everyone and everything is against you. At least it happens for me sometimes. Then I would be moody all day and not feel like talking. 1st period havent even passed and I started looking forward to the end of the day. I hate these kind of days. Coz I will start excluding myself from everything and everyone, then become even moodier. Then I will start blaming myself for everything. For spoiling my own day, and that of others. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened when Ethel started suaning me today the moment I reached school. For some reason I couldn't take it nicely although I always could.So I just nodded my head at everything she said. Feel so bad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Some people are very wierd. Sometimes you feel close to them when they talk and laugh with you. Then sometimes they seem very unfriendly and snap at you. It makes you feel especially bad when you see them being perfectly fine with others and you start wondering whether they are picking on you purposely. You don't know whether you're considered close to them or not too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, you hear someone talk about people from other classes, and get this uneasy feeling that they talk the same way about you. Just because you are different from the mainstream type of people. At the end of the day, you start feeling that you have been so silly to feel moody all day, and your friends don't deserve the cold shoulder you gave them. Then I will feel so fed up with myself for having wasted the day and continue to waste it further?by immersing myself in the virtual world, internet or maple. It allows you to withdraw yourself from the real world and not think about all these things. Although sometimes maple feels just like the real world. Apart from the economy of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I find it so funny that some people think being engaged in BGR now makes a person more mature. Then they start talking about it like an adult, oh-so-wisely, like a love guru. When they themselves are still so bai2 nen4. They've only been in a few relationships at the mere age of 18 and they think they've seen the world. Coz they think everyone is as rich as them. Everyone's lives are as smooth sailing as theirs. The greatest difficulties they've met are failing tests or not scoring A's. To them, people who have not engaged in BGR are seen as immature. But. The world does not revolve around BGRs only. Sometimes family matters and others prove much more significant in crafting a person than BGR. Don't go around imposing your ideas on others please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-114587371883426604?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/114587371883426604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=114587371883426604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114587371883426604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114587371883426604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/04/sometimes-you-come-to-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-114515015210344086</id><published>2006-04-16T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T09:15:52.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am quite sick of those people stopping me in the middle of nowhere to ask questions or surveys or what-not. Since the last time I had the nasty encounter with the survey girl, was stopped by another guy. Out of nowhere he passed to me a nicely wrapped pen while talking to me about this association collecting funds from people or whatever. Anyway, I just spent my last $10 topping up my ez-link, so when he asked for a $2 donation, I thought he wouldnt believe me if I said I had no money. So I said I'm not very rich also...but in a polite way la. Since he was very polite. Then after one or two persuasions, he gave up and said thank you nvm that kind of thing. But as he was saying that, he reached out to take back the pen!! (which I had assumed it was free since he gave it to me for nothing) Not that I wanted the pen, but it made me feel very paiseh. I was holding it with my handphone, so it seemed like I wanted to go off without donating yet having the pen. -_- He never say ma! How I know. And maybe he should not have given the pen so early next time...But he was one of the politest I have ever met. (I mean, just compare to that stupid girl in the previous post la.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-114515015210344086?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/114515015210344086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=114515015210344086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114515015210344086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114515015210344086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-quite-sick-of-those-people.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-114458387441891273</id><published>2006-04-09T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T19:57:54.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You have to check out this link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=3da01o0BOlg"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=3da01o0BOlg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, it's not porn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-114458387441891273?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/114458387441891273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=114458387441891273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114458387441891273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114458387441891273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-have-to-check-out-this-link.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-114336341864869152</id><published>2006-03-26T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T20:01:27.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah! Finally the block tests are over. Dunno why this round of BT feels more of an ordeal than previous one. Maybe coz the rest of the class are very pia now...I feel pressurized. lol. The last paper LEP P2 was horrid. As usual lor. Actually both LEP papers are taxing. Paper 1 less so coz we need to write lesser words. Maybe around...2k? 作文1k, 短评200, compre about 400...古文翻译(~200) and the slackest section 词语解释. Yet the last section has the heaviest percentage, excluding 作文 -_- *rolls eyes* Paper 2 worse. Murderous. 王老师 say some girls cry after finishing the A level paper. Coz for A lv both papers on same day, 3 hrs each. (got break lah, you think we 神 ar) At least school paper is on different day. Thank goodness. Paper 2 qn only one page. 5 questions. 5qns X abt 1,200 wirds each = 6,000 words. Add to paper 1...One day write around 10k words liao. Write until hand pain. I think its part of a conspiracy with Popular bookshop. One A lv LEP exam, they sell don't know how many pens. Earn until siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, saw William on the bridge while on the way to the bus stop after the last BT paper. Was with Jasmine, then suddenly saw William walk past. The Superstar one, not the Hung one. (sorry, pun) He looked quite tanned. Then saw WeiYing (NY) in front. She told us she saw him also and pretended not to see him by looking for something inside her bag. If I were her, I also pretend not to see. You know why? Last year during MAF, she saw William with his gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she screamed in his face and ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like. WTH?! Of course she have to hide la. Later William recognise her. If I William, I would scream back at her in her face this time and run away. Wahahahaha. WY say she see celebrities will scream. (like see ghost like that) Last time she see Sebastian also. Haiz. Don't tell people I same school as her. =x Btw Sebastian so short she also can see. Power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the other day while rushing to watch 黄城 (coz I was already late) I met this super rude survey girl. I think rude too mild for her. I was walking very quickly into the TPY MRT station then she suddenly left the group of friends she was standing with and stopped me. She asked me to take a survey, but I already late liao so I rejected coz I scared later reach too late then cannot enter then ticket wasted. I even said sorry ok! So polite. But she never give up. 不屈不挠的精神. She keep trying to stop me and say the survey won;t take more than a minute. But I really rushing ma. So cannot. And anyway she stop me got more than 1 minute liao. Still bluff me say less than 1 minute. Then in the end you know what she did? The pretty girl said,"What the fuck you!" Suddenly she didn't seem so pretty anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched happily as her face grew warts and pimples and acne and what-nots and her hair became tentacles, worse than Medusa that kind. Ok, that was just imagination. But I didn't care her la, I just walked away without flinching, although it was the first time I got hurled vulgar language by a stranger. Her stupid friend beside the stupid her said some stupid thing that I didn't hear properly, but I think it was something stupid anyways. I don;t care la. I can choose not to do survey one what. And if I not rushing for time I would have done the survey. That's why, cannot just judge book by it's cover. Pretty girl also can spout rude stuff. Pity when I walking away that time never accidentally step on her foot. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then hor, I so thin, think she also won't feel much pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-114336341864869152?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/114336341864869152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=114336341864869152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114336341864869152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114336341864869152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/03/ah-finally-block-tests-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-114284517291991014</id><published>2006-03-20T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T16:59:32.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a joke I read online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old lady noticed that she was about out of gas and pulled her car into the nearest self-service gas station. She forgot to put out the cigarette she was smoking as she began to pump her gas, so she flicked it away.&lt;br /&gt;A spark landed on her hand and the gas nozzle. The old lady's arm caught fire. In a feverish attempt to put out the fire, she waved her arm up and down.&lt;br /&gt;A police officer was nearby, saw what was happening and fired 3 shots at the woman, killing her instantly. Shocked onlookers asked the officer why he shot her. The officer said, "She was waving a firearm."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-114284517291991014?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/114284517291991014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=114284517291991014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114284517291991014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114284517291991014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/03/heres-joke-i-read-online-old-lady.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-114234429483394503</id><published>2006-03-14T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T21:51:34.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm super disappointed with the Campus Superstar results lah! Cutie pie got out! How can! She sings super duper well! Clara should have been kicked out lah. Just because cutiepie is a bit younger a bit shorter a bit fatter and Clara can dance a bit better doesn't mean cutiepie should be out! It's a known fact that cutiepie can sing very well. Bak jiu khim khim's voice is extremely nice la! Hope she can develop her potential in the future. And Clara has this awful poster which is very song2. It's the type where anyone sui bian take a photo in their house and make  into a poster one. She stands next to those white aluminium windows grill (my house also have) and makes a V sign with her hand. Reminds me of those kids at Interact playing catching in their seats and put the sign so that people can't catch them. Maybe that's why she not out yet. People can't catch her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the guys' side even worse! How can Yuyang be out!? He can sing 1,000,000 times better than rubbish renfred but R-square can't dance 1,000,000 times better than him. Yuyang dance not bad but very funny. Like some small boy shaking his hips for the first time and is very delighted about it so he keep on um-chio-ing. Haha. I think he should have smiled more from the beginning. Maybe he'll get more supporters than Adriano the blur cock then. But don;t be mistaken, I think blur cock is not bad too, just that Umchio guy performance is more stable. Blur cock performance sometimes good sometimes bad, like sine graph. My weight also like sine graph. But all is too late now. Umchio guy is out. He umchio too late already. Haiz just when he was starting to improve...Never mind. Hope Zhiyang can kick rubbish renfred out. Or throw some weiqi seeds at R-square then he run away. Stupid ass who can't speak chinese. (no offence, I'm just finding things to scold) Think he can imitate Wilber Pan. Not that I can lah, but Wilber too pro hard to imitate. Lucky he never sing Wilber's song again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week. Clara and rubbish renfred must out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-114234429483394503?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/114234429483394503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=114234429483394503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114234429483394503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114234429483394503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-super-disappointed-with-campus.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-114233435116297668</id><published>2006-03-14T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T21:32:39.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://www.thefreeimagehosting.com/Uploads/Images/2681566850000jampic.JPG'&gt;&lt;IMG BORDER='0' SRC='http://www.thefreeimagehosting.com/Uploads/Images/Thumbs/2681566850000jampic.JPG' ALT='Free Image Hosting'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here, you can see the extent to which my IT skills suck. But who cares! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-114233435116297668?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/114233435116297668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=114233435116297668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114233435116297668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114233435116297668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/03/from-here-you-can-see-extent-to-which.html' 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I was walking towards one of those automatic sliding glass doors..then saw this guy whom I thought was selling tickets standing outside the middle door. Then I turned (discreetly, of course) towards the side door...but unfortunately (bleagh, just my luck) he swiftly moved towards the door I was approaching!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he was thinking: Yes! Here's my chance! A toot looking guy who seems like he can be bullied into buying one of my charity tickets!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. He started asking me to buy the tickets. He said it was only two dollars. I refused politely. Then he show me he only got two tickets left...he say pls buy from him...he only got two tickets left. I refused, 2nd time. Then he said...it's only two dollars what...then he asked me if ten dollars was a lot to me. I said yes. It is ok!!! I am poor. Ten dollars add fifty cents can buy one maple cash card! ten dollars can buy half a CD album! Ten dollars can buy 5 double scoop sandwiches from the cafe! Ten dollars...a lot lor. I think he was qutie pissed cause maybe he expected me to say no. Then he nothing else to say...he just continued &lt;strikethrough&gt;pleading with me&lt;/strikethrough&gt; threatening me. I refused yet again. Then he rolled his eyes gave me a stupid bu shuang face and turned away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking, why didn't I buy it from him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I think he thinks I look like the type that can be bullied. So I have to show him it is not the case!&lt;br /&gt;2. He is irritated because he has only two tickets left and he wants to get over and be done with it so that he can go home and collect his CIP hours. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;3. He didn't even SAY what he was selling. The charity tickets part was MY own &lt;strikethrough&gt;intelligent&lt;/strikethrough&gt; assumption.&lt;br /&gt;4. If he apparently thought $10 was no big deal, why didn't he spend less than half of the nobigdeal and purchase the tickets himself? Hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;5. He didn't smile. He threatened me.&lt;br /&gt;6. His attitude sucks! His stupid face that he showed when I kept refusing. Hope he has to sell more tickets so that his eyes will roll out of his pimple-bombarded face and when he bend down to pick up his eyes, his underwear is exposed due to his super baggy jeans then someone use handphone to shoot a video of that and it is passed around the net.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-114122280579645423?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/114122280579645423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=114122280579645423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114122280579645423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114122280579645423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-was-approached-by-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-114113513306096067</id><published>2006-02-28T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:19:27.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Continued Adventures of Pigu the Holy Cow&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning! Beware of a certain fearsome chem teacher, nicknamed Holy due to her holiness. (It is absolutely &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; because her initials spell H,O,L,Y. Nono.) (Really!) Is an extremely good teacher with an extremely high level of intelligence and...height. Has been known to encourage honesty in already honest students by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;wrongly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; accusing them of copying homework and therefore inducing them to tell the truth. (Who wouldn't?) Wow! I mean, which teacher would be willing to sacrifice her image to teach students how to tell the truth?! Occasionally teaches students about courtesy by accusing already polite students of being impolite and asking them what school they are from. Which teacher teaches students manners nowadays?! Such a holy teacher is a rare find indeed! For holiness' sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also known to promote senior-junior interaction by introduction of topics to chat about during the numberous breaks meant for self-studying. (Gossip is the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; thing we would do during such breaks.) Holy screams so loudly at seniors having prac in Blk B that their juniors in Blk A or E can hear that they were late for one third of a period. Thus seniors-juniors can discuss about how to be more punctual next time, maybe be late for only 1/6 of a period or something. Holy encourages punctuality in students this way too, by embarassing students via letting almost 2/3 of the school population hear that they were late for 1/3 of a period, using her powerful earsplitting shout. (0r bark) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In addition, Holy helps bond teacher and students by exposing them to dire times and conditions. Lets them face the music (of her expressive vocal chords) Been known to enter labs to roar at the previous class to get out (in the presence of the previous teacher) so that her own class can get ing. Feeling threatened, the previous class braves this new threat together with their tutor and the bond between them is strengthened! Holy is so noble~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-114113513306096067?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/114113513306096067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=114113513306096067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114113513306096067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114113513306096067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/02/continued-adventures-of-pigu-holy-cow.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-114044426312765004</id><published>2006-02-20T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T22:04:23.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. Did you watch Campus Superstar? Much as I dislike Samuel (the NY one) I think he has improved quite a lot. Or maybe it's just that he's more suited to upbeat songs. But I still don't like his FACE! I think he's always so smug-looking. Can't blame him. Maybe it's his face. SEE? It's his face. Maybe should shut our eyes while listening can liao. Actually he sounds a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BIT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; like 阿信.(A bit only!!) Hmm. Hope he doesn't get in though. As you all might know, I'm very biased one =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think Yangce and Geraldine quite good. Hope Yangce gets in. Partly just to spite Adeline. Hahas. I think Adriano has improved a lot too. Actually it's just that he has more confidence tonight. In the past he just lacks confidence, so hope that he remains the way he is tonight, then should be quite good. Hopefully he gets in too. Hah. But I still support my school. xD So hope Chee Yang stays as long as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-114044426312765004?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/114044426312765004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=114044426312765004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114044426312765004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114044426312765004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/02/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-114027205890868543</id><published>2006-02-18T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T22:14:18.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quote of the day: "If chickens learn how to swim, ducks will know how to catch worms!" -Corporal Ong, among his many nonsensical quotes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quote of the day 2: "He was trying to make me come....out...." -the Indian guy in the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Watched Army Daze during CT yesterday. Was very funny...hahas. Been a busy week recently...what with X-country, Valentine's and such. And HoLY's one-question test. -_- Kelly's album seems nice enough. But most probably won't buy it unless Ethel convinces me that it's worth the money =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found the HCI thread on Maple forums! Turns out that some people (4) from 05s65 play maple too! Well, I admit la. Mostly secondary school people. &gt;&lt; and there's one from s78, s79. one 06s6D guy...and..00s61! Lol. 5 years down the road people will be laughing at this guy from 05s62. Provided I'm still mapling then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-114027205890868543?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/114027205890868543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=114027205890868543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114027205890868543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114027205890868543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/02/quote-of-day-if-chickens-learn-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-114008003731071529</id><published>2006-02-16T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T16:53:57.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiz. Today didn't get to watch HunterxHunter. So sad. The TVMobile on the bus not working. It's the anime shown on TVMobile recently. Think it's quite nice...sort of similar to FoR. Hehe. But I always can't get to watch the whole half hour episode. Cause I alight before the show ends. Went to look for the anime on VCD but it's so expensive! 30 bucks for each set. Dunno how many sets there are too. Haiz. Anyways, whoever bought the anime, please lend me =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-114008003731071529?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/114008003731071529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=114008003731071529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114008003731071529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/114008003731071529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/02/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-113819442178549310</id><published>2006-01-25T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T21:11:13.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QOTD: "I don't think you are being very polite to me. What school are you from?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-anonymous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The story of three little pigs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a school time, there lived three little pigs. The first one was not exactly little, he was tall and named Tallpig. Tallpig is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;most hardworking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pig in class. The second one was a female, named Janpig. Janpig was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;most polite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; student in class. The third was not very little at all. He was named KBP. No, not kao bu pig. It's Kong Ba Pig. He was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;most attentive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; during lessons. All three of them were good friends and went to the same school. Their school, a holy school, had only one teacher, called Pigu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Pigu was marking attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigu: "Tallpig!"&lt;br /&gt;"Present."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigu: "Janpig!"&lt;br /&gt;"Present."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigu: "Kao bu pig!"&lt;br /&gt;"Kao bei la! It's kong ba! Don't anyhow call!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Pigu went on to teach. He asked the class to take out their homework, and called Tallpig to present his answer to everyone. Tallpig said he didn't know how to do that part, and Pigu pounced on him and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aha! I've caught you! So easy also don't know how to do! Are you sure?" Pigu slaps Tallpig and asks him to do that part in class. While Tallpig is slogging it out, Pigu speaks to the rest of the class. "This is what happens when you do not do your homework! The whole class has to wait for you! You are wasting everyone's precious time!" (Note: the whole class consists of two pigs+Pigu.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallpig took ten minutes to complete the work. While he walked out to present his answer, Pigu continued, "YOU HAVE WASTED ONE THIRD OF A PERIOD!" There was no response from the class. At this point of time, Janpig received an sms from her friend, who was studying in the next door school, SYPH. (SouthYang Pigs High) She extracted the handphone from her pocket using her trotter. The sms read: "What happened? Your class was late for 10 minutes ma? I heard your teacher scolding you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Pigu saw Janpig reading the sms. "Janpig! You should be doing your TPS! (ten pigs series) Why are you reading your sms-es? Come to the front now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Janpig walks to the front and shows Pigu the sms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janpig said, "But Mr Pigu sir, my friend was telling me she heard you scolding Tallpig! I was in awe and amazement because this shows the power of your voice!" Pigu stared at Janpig with his small beady eyes and remained silent for a few minutes. When left with nothing to say, Pigu spat, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't think you are being very polite to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" Janpig continued, "But Mr Pigu sir, I was being my polite-test, and what I said was indeed true! I wonder how your voice would sound like with a mic!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*technician pig walks in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technician pig: Hi Mr Pigu, would you like to use the mic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Janpig screams in excitement at the thought of hearing Pigu with a mic and faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigu slaps Janpig to wake her up and says, "No I don't need a mic. Is that an insult to the power of my voice? My voice confirm louder than the mic! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't think you are being very polite to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" Technician pig walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigu: "What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;Janpig: "But Mr Pigu sir, my name is Janpig."&lt;br /&gt;Pigu: (having nothing to say, says) "&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What school are you from?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Janpig: "But Mr Pigu sir, I'm in your school! Might you possibly be getting on with age, just like my TYS? My TYS has left out some questions, maybe your memory has some ho-les in it too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigu, having nothing to say, ignores Janpig and turns to Tallpig. "There, you know how to do what! Why you say you don't know how to do? Give me your homework I see! There, you got do your homework what! Aha! I know! You copy right? You not forget to do la! Is forget to copy la! You left out that part never copy right? Copy then say la!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rambles on with a huge grin on her face, smiling gleefully. Think headmistress from Matilda and the female twit from The Twits, both by Roald Dahl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time, Tallpig turns his head 135 degrees southwards and vaguely spots Pigu moving his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallpig: "Huh? Were you speaking? I'm sorry, I was looking towards the horizon so I didn't spot you! I'm terribly sorry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigu: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't think you are being very polite! What school are you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tallpig slaps a fly he thought he heard was buzzing around but was actually Pigu talking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KBP: "Haha! Tallpig too tall already. Cannot see you sir."&lt;br /&gt;Pigu: "Kong Ba Pig! You are my favourite student in class! How can you say this to me! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't think you are being very polite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm so hurt! We will talk later! Give me your number so that I can call you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*KBP gives HP number and continues with his TPS.(in case you've forgotten, it's Ten Pigs Series)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*While Pigu continued to lecture Tallpig who continued to look into the horizon and KBP turns around and borrows correction tape from Janpig, who was reading a sms from her friend who was asking her who was the idiot pig who keep asking whoeveritis what school they were from*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigu, from the corner of her eye, spots her fave student turning around. He said, (or at least at a volume he thought was speaking but was actually screaming) "KBP! Why are you turning around to talk! Why you not paying attention! Come here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KBP: "Pigu sir, I was borrowing correction tape from Janpig! I wasn't talking about anything else! I didn't even say what I thought of your height!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigu: "Why must use correction tape? Why cannot use liquid paper?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KBP: "HAHA! Liquid paper old liao! As old as you! As old as my old TPS(tenpigseries)! Now people use correction tape!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigu: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't think you are being very polite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Why must use correction tape? Why cannot cancel? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What school are you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KBP is speechless, because he is amazed at the kind of things Pigu asks when he has nothing else better to ask. Like what school people are from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigu starts to mark student's work and is squinting hard without glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KBP: "HAHA! Cannot see don't gey-kiang la! Wear your old-flower spectacles la!"&lt;br /&gt;Pigu: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't think you are being very polite to me! What school are you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bell rings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigu: "Bell ring! Stop writing! Hand in your work now! I say stop writing! Write name also cannot! Hand in now! I walk out of classroom I don't collect anymore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigu finally walks out of the classroom and the three pigs lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如与现实生活有雷同, 纯属巧合。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-113819442178549310?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/113819442178549310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=113819442178549310' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113819442178549310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113819442178549310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/01/qotd-i-dont-think-you-are-being-very.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-113802414880774546</id><published>2006-01-23T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T21:49:08.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>QOTD: "I like to make fun of Jeremy because he won't retaliate..." -Miss Neo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha. Finally I get my own back. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-113802414880774546?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/113802414880774546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=113802414880774546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113802414880774546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113802414880774546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/01/qotd-i-like-to-make-fun-of-jeremy.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-113766757954115873</id><published>2006-01-19T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T18:46:19.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what? QOTD has returned! Wahaha. Presenting....the quotes for today! (that was lame.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QOTD I&lt;br /&gt;"Don't panic!" -All I heard from the annoucement from Astronomy Club today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QOTD II&lt;br /&gt;"凡是在路上走的人都是犯法。" -the CL teacher who frequently makes announcements (and likes to wear shades)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QOTD III&lt;br /&gt;"尤氏无聊到脚抽筋" -余老师，when teaching us《红楼梦》today. (尤氏 is a character's name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I didn't know that 脚抽筋 is because of 无聊. So next time people are having cramps, all you have to do is scold them "无聊!" Then can already.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Today I found out that Hui Fen is greedy. Coz Adeline was sharing with us this can of potato chips she received from her angel...then the rest of the class not at the class bench were just arriving. Then Hui Fen spotted the distinct flash of green-the can of potato chips! So she 抛弃 Clara and chiong towards the class bench. You know, like in those kind of movies where the female lead throws down everything and runs towards the male lead...then there's slow motion and you can see every step the female lead is taking...(then sometimes she turns out to be running towards another male lead then we sian diao) Except in this case Hui Fen was running towards the potato chips and screamed 'I WANT!!!!' Then she lands her hands on the unfortunate can and starts eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry Hui Fen..this entry is highly exaggerated. BUT she did run towards the class bench upon seeing the chips. =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to more QOTD from Mrs Ho tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-113766757954115873?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/113766757954115873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=113766757954115873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113766757954115873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113766757954115873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/01/guess-what-qotd-has-returned-wahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-113724639129377900</id><published>2006-01-14T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T21:46:31.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! The campfire yesterday was tremendously fun!! Our junior class rocks! They won the inter-fac class item! So pro right! Coz they have pro seniors! (who..um...didn't even perform at the campfire =x hahas.) Their item consisted of a percussion performance and a...dance! The dance was very funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the crux of the whole thing was the campfire. I also think it was better than last year's! Maybe because we are so familiar within the class already...so we can really let our hair down. (at least, I did.) We did the choochoo train thingy and ran around the school! Then we ran up the staircase and across the bridge! Soooo cool! And the people at the Central Plaza cheered. Hehe. Then upon hearing the dance music resume, papaya-yan went hyperactive again and screamed and hopped and skipped and jumped around and shouted that she wanted to DANCE!!! Then she grabbed her unfortunate dance partner (yours truly.) and flew down the stairs. (ok...that was an exaggeration.) But I think she hasn't been so hyper for so long. Reminded me of what Janice described her as..the class engine...she smiles, we smiles, she laughs, we laughs. Or something lame like that. Haha. I really enjoyed myself yesterday though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad the turnout rate of our class was quite low yesterday. But maybe they all came and were lost in the flurry of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end...let us observe a minute of silence for ZuoHou's slipper which sadly disintegrated during the enjoyment of mad fun by 05S62 and 06S62 yesterday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-113724639129377900?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/113724639129377900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=113724639129377900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113724639129377900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113724639129377900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/01/yay-campfire-yesterday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-113689768134927596</id><published>2006-01-10T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T20:54:41.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Sunday's 仁慈 show, the number of donations made in the initial few hours were miserable. Not even half of the target. I began thinking: Were Singaporeans so easily shaken in their beliefs? Just because of what happened to NKF, we shouldn't overgeneralize and boycott all TV shows and donation drives. Whatever happened, the patients are still there. They still need a helping hand..and by refusing to donate, we are removing the benefits they receive from the organiztions. They don't deserve to suffer for what one man has done wrong. Neither do the employees of charitable organizations. They were not in the management...I expect they were only following orders from their bosses. Are our kind hearts so easily changed by one single person's mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose 明义法师 was really quite surprised at the low amount of calls. Before the show, he had said in the papers that he had confidence that Singaporeans would not be affected by the recent turn of events. Apparently not...just because one organization turned out to be like this, most of us began to reject charities, especially charity shows. However. I think such shows are the most effective way of reaching out to the masses. Newspaper reports have also shown that television charity shows bring in the most amount of donations for almost all the participating organizations. If you think that charity shows should not be aired, then think about it. Would you make an effort to  make donations to charities or find out more about them in the absence of such shows? I think many of us would not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Met our junior class already..though don't know most of them yet. Angel&amp;amp;mortal is here again! Hehe. Hope my mortal has a hard time guessing who he/she is! Wahahahaah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-113689768134927596?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/113689768134927596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=113689768134927596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113689768134927596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113689768134927596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/01/on-sundays-show-number-of-donations.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-113645436131071523</id><published>2006-01-05T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T17:46:01.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>上个星期天，看了《好人好事》，非常感动。 主角是一位高龄老婆婆，没有结婚，也因为年老力衰而不能回到故乡中国。她一个人孤零零地生活了数年，屋子没办法打扫，非常肮脏。很幸运的，一位于她非亲非故的妇女，每个星期不辞辛苦地照顾她，帮她去巴刹买菜，清洗屋子。这位妇女也按期带老妇去看病做检查，带她搭地铁，到外头看世界。妇女也带她到教堂，让她有精神上的寄托。妇女还说，看到老人家的笑容，她自己也很开心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老妇说，她比女儿还亲，对她非常好。的确，我们周围有多少这样的人呢？别说帮助别人，有些人连自己的父母亲都不肯养，这是令人痛心疾首的。我们是应该好好反省一下。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-113645436131071523?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/113645436131071523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=113645436131071523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113645436131071523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113645436131071523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-113629482766639713</id><published>2006-01-03T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T21:27:07.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day at school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school. Back to college. Back to studies. Back to mugging.&lt;br /&gt;Back to 05s62. Without the previous CT.&lt;br /&gt;Back to LEP. Without 苏老师and陈老师.&lt;br /&gt;Back to Chemistry. Without the *cough cough* previous tutor. (with a trace of Mrs Helen Samuel, however.)&lt;br /&gt;Back to Econs. Without Ms Steph-Song lookalike, but with senior class's previous tutor.&lt;br /&gt;Back to Maths. Dunno tutor yet. But without the detestment for maths. (trying hard not to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my juniors wear the HCcollege uniform makes me feel old..haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and now on every PE lesson, a certain dark foreboding will come over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have friends like Wei Ying whom on the first day of school, the first thing she do when she see me is to collect money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ying Hong who went to take the free postcards in the library. Yes, more than one postcard. SIXTYONE to be precise. Then on her way out she took one more to round it up to an even number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postcard Fetish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save the trees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-113629482766639713?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/113629482766639713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=113629482766639713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113629482766639713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113629482766639713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-day-at-school-back-to-school_03.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-113567010714286321</id><published>2005-12-27T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T15:55:07.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How did you pass your christmas? I had a very memorable eve this year! Yep, went to Junli's on-air party! Actually got to speak on-air. heh. But I was terribly drenched when I reached Mediacorp! It started raining when I got out of the house, and by the time I got there, my jeans were wet from the knees down! -_- And I went to the toilet to try to dry myself. (as much as possible) I could squeeze out water from my socks. Bleagh. So remained in this wet state throughout the whole of the programme! But it was worth it. We got to eat stuff and there were many flavors of curry puff from A1. I ate a sardine one. Maybe next year will get A1... There was durian, custard, chilli crab etc etc. We got to read smses and answer some questions from Junli...though I didn't get to read sms lah. But there's so many smses, so its kind of like a lucky draw if you want yours to be read out -_- When Junli was going to report the news, he distracted us with food while he prepared. With a dictionary. Haha. Then we reported the weather together. Repeated after him like kids at a nursery. Lol. It was 局部多云, 最高温32度, 最低温24度. Too bad there isn't going to be anything like that next year. I suppose... Oh ya! we exchanged presents too! And due to overrun, we didn't get to dedicate songs individually. Oh well. But you know who you are I suppose. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed Xmas! (There are 12 days of xmas, just like 14 days in CNY.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-113567010714286321?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/113567010714286321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=113567010714286321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113567010714286321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113567010714286321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-did-you-pass-your-christmas-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-113463522237193680</id><published>2005-12-15T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T16:27:02.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want a 哥哥. Or a 姐姐. (but females are worse. oops. =x) Sob. A sibling! Why...my parents only give birth to one child...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-113463522237193680?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/113463522237193680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=113463522237193680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113463522237193680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113463522237193680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-113456893016957962</id><published>2005-12-14T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T22:02:10.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is rotting. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, saw this recommendation of 五月天's 知足. Usually, I don't pay that much attention to the song lyrics (more of the melody, but I'm trying), but I was drawn to the song's lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;如果我爱上你的笑容，要怎么收藏，要怎么拥有。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;当一阵风吹来，风筝飞上天空，为了你而祈祷，而祝福，而感动。终于你身影消失在人海尽头，才发现，笑着哭，最痛。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author of the article gave her experience of 这句话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“想到最要好的朋友两个月前向我道别，她要到美国留学。不能为她做什么，只能叫她好好照顾自己。因为不想让她担心，所以在最后的电话通话中，嘻嘻哈哈的说了再见，但眼睛已经变得蒙蒙的。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, how true!&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;那样的回忆，那么足够，足够我天天都品尝着寂寞。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;知足的快乐叫我忍受心痛。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! I like this song. Only the melody caught me in the beginning, struck me as a very nice and slow song.  So here's the song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎么去拥有一道彩虹&lt;br /&gt;怎么去拥抱一夏天的风&lt;br /&gt;天上的星星笑地上的人&lt;br /&gt;总是不能懂不能知道足够&lt;br /&gt;如果我爱上你的笑容&lt;br /&gt;要怎么收藏&lt;br /&gt;要怎么拥有&lt;br /&gt;如果你快乐不是为我&lt;br /&gt;会不会放手其实才是拥有&lt;br /&gt;当一阵风吹来风筝飞上天空&lt;br /&gt;为了你而祈祷而祝福而感动&lt;br /&gt;终于你身影消失在人海尽头&lt;br /&gt;才发现笑着哭最痛&lt;br /&gt;那天你和我那个山丘&lt;br /&gt;那样的唱着那一年的歌&lt;br /&gt;那样的回忆那么足够足够&lt;br /&gt;我天天都品尝着寂寞&lt;br /&gt;才发现笑着哭最痛wo…&lt;br /&gt;如果你快乐再不是为我&lt;br /&gt;知足的快乐叫我忍受心痛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went to spend my $100 Times Bookshop voucher today, after donkey years. (And I only went beacuse the expiry date of the voucher was tomorrow.) Haha. I bought a book of Baby Blues!! You know, the comic strip that you see in The Straits Times everyday! I couldn't stand reading one miserable strip of Zoe and Hammie everyday so decided to buy a whole book of it! And, two Agatha Christie books. One of them cost 30+ cause it was a collection of three Hercule Poirot stories. I like Miss Marple stories best, among Christie's characters. (alliteration!...sort of...) Then bought another book by some author whose name I've forgot and is lazy to check. And christmas cards! Yay. Can't wait to start sending them. (Saw Maple cashcards at the counter and battled really hard within myself to stop me from splurging on 2 of them. Luckily I didn't. Can always buy cash with mesos =D) I spent a total of 106 bucks! So shuang. But so expensive. No wonder libraries are so frequented nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I checked. The last book was All That Remains by Patricia Cornwell. Or Cornwall?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-113456893016957962?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/113456893016957962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=113456893016957962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113456893016957962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113456893016957962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-blog-is-rotting.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-113361058193891428</id><published>2005-12-03T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T19:49:43.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what? I'm invited to a Christmas on-air party! And it's easy. All I have to do is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Talk on air! Your chance to be a DJ: I will need you guys to say (a) how you got to know Junli and why you kept on tuning in, (b) read some sms dedications for me on air, (c) make your own christmas dedication on air, (d) make a Christmas wish on air and (e) record a jingle for me after the show.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, help. I think I will stutter like mad and not say a thing. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Chicken Little yesterday! I love the fish-out-of-water! And I love the pig! So cute. And very funny. There's this scene where he hyperventilates and breathes into a paperbag. But the movie is super short. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/chickenlittle/animated_signatures/cl_animate07_1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/chickenlittle/animated_signatures/cl_animate05_1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.movieweb.com/galleries/2417/2138/hi/chick_little_06.jpg" height="108" width="135" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the cutest thing of all is the CLOT. The cute little orange.....thing! I can't find a picture of it!!! I have to!!! Ahh!!!! (the nearest thing I found is this one, but it's not exactly a replica of that in the movie...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blister.jp/images-cat/list-2602.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-113361058193891428?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/113361058193891428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=113361058193891428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113361058193891428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113361058193891428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/12/guess-what-im-invited-to-christmas-on.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-113343885419144764</id><published>2005-12-01T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T20:07:34.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg. Dadi is like so flowery. So hua xin. Choose ah-hua why not mianmian?! Mianmian so nice. And so poor thing! Gets pushed around like some unwanted cotton wool. Her name really suits her...Some more the despicable Peary slaps her when she rejects him for the n-th time! Pear pear should go and look at the mirror. What kind of person would do that!? I want mian mian! I want mian mian! I want to eat mian4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hungrry. Go eat noodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-113343885419144764?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/113343885419144764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=113343885419144764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113343885419144764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113343885419144764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/12/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-113282862919969644</id><published>2005-11-24T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T18:37:12.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to watch HP and the Goblet of Fire. I was totally disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, the Quidditch Tournament was SKIPPED. (But I thought that part was boring anyways.) But at least they should explain what caused the fire lah! I mean, one instant we see the Quidditch match beginning, then suddenly WHOOSH! There's a fire and everyone's running for their lives. Despite having read the book, it still took me some time to catch up. And there was supposed to be some dispute on whether Harry casted the Dark Mark!! Yet Barty Crouch simply walked away like an idiot. I thought I would get to see the Priori Incantato spell being used. Then there's Dobby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Was there? Think so.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nobody explained why Harry's broom came flying when it was stated clearly that no brooms were allowed. Everyone was supposed to boo Harry when they found out he took part in the competition. I thought it could be blown up a bit. =x AND THE SPHINX!!!!! THERE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SPHINX IN THE MAZE!!! I looked forward so much to the sphinx and there wasn't even a sphinx tail!! Sigh. Wanted to see how they would portray the sphinx. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. And all the students were supposed to suspect Harry of killing Cedric himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And. Too bad they didn't show how Rita Skeeter got found out of being an unregistered Animagus. Hmm. Or was that the Order of the Phoenix? So confused. X_X Rita Skeeter was well-portrayed. (like a...oh nvm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go. RON'S HAIR SUCKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-113282862919969644?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/113282862919969644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=113282862919969644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113282862919969644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113282862919969644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/11/went-to-watch-hp-and-goblet-of-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-113275109384927925</id><published>2005-11-23T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T21:04:53.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmms. Went to 4K class outing yesterday. Enjoyed it very much! I just...sank into the atmosphere. No forceful fitting in, no wrecking of brains (yes I have them, thank you.) to think of something to say, nothing else. Basking in the class spirit. We went to Swensens to eat. Only a simple lunch...butI guess it was enough to bring everyone together.  Sigh. Some of us have changed so much though. Why? I hate changes. I'm a nostalgic person. I like to think about and dwell on the past. (the pleasant parts) Anyways. It's great to see how everyone can talk to one another happily, even though a lot of us are in different schools now. Hmm. Hope there are more 4K outings next time. I missed everyone. (Eh. I think I'm repeating myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME OF THEM PLAY MAPLE!!! Wahahaha. Boys almost always like to act seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around others:&lt;br /&gt;"Maple? So childish lah! Hear the name sian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home:&lt;br /&gt;He is mapling like there is no tomorrow. Then friends discover he is playing in secret. What for? Want play then play big and bright la. (光明正大)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前一天，我去买东西，有一位aunty这样问我：“Boy boy，你要吃什么？”&lt;br /&gt;去剪头发，小姐问我：“Boi boi，要怎样剪？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah soh ah，十七岁了，还被人叫boi boi。哎，没办法，可能是因为我长得那么青春亮丽。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（那些须要塑胶袋来吐的人，请到后面排队。谢谢。）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-113275109384927925?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/113275109384927925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=113275109384927925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113275109384927925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113275109384927925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/11/hmms.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-113239987026276297</id><published>2005-11-19T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T19:31:10.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do parents always win in arguments? Their finishing line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I'm your father, you cannot argue with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so toot unfair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-113239987026276297?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/113239987026276297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=113239987026276297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113239987026276297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113239987026276297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-do-parents-always-win-in-arguments.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-113188380084019100</id><published>2005-11-13T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T20:10:04.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did a good deed the day before. Guess what? I helped a cat take the lift! It was hiding in a corner suspiciously when I reached the...lobby(?). I stared at it staring at me staring at it. If you get what I mean. Then the lift door opened and I heard its footsteps when it ran towards the lift. No, I was lying. Cats' footsteps can't be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I just saw it rushing towards the lift. Then with extremely quick reflexes I jabbed the "Door open" button just in time to prevent the cat from becoming cat food. (Ok maybe that didn't need reflexes of THAT speed.) Then I was standing at the buttons area and the cat hid in a corner of the lift. I stared at it staring at me staring at it. I thought it was trying to seduce me with its sexy cat eyes. (But I didn't get seduced anyway. I have much higher standards.) Then it went right in front of the lift door again and sat there waiting for the door to open, back facing me. (It gave up trying to seduce me. What an extremely lack of perseverence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to harass it by making meowing noises to the best of my ability. (This was under the knowledge that only the cat and I knew what I was doing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the cat whipped around and before I knew it, extended its claws and left three long red marks down my legs. I forced open the lift door and threw it out of the lift, never to be seen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The above paragraph is a lie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The following is true.)&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing my fantastic imitations of meowing noises, the cat turned around and gave me a why-is-this-person-continually-trying-to-make-meowing-noises-and-failing-miserably kiind of look. Then it turned its back on me again (what a cat!) and the lift door opened and both of us walked away in separate directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised. Oh. My. God. The cat just took a lift. On its own. Except that it had to wait for someone big and tall like me to press the lift button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I shall leave the rest of the typing to tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-113188380084019100?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/113188380084019100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=113188380084019100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113188380084019100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113188380084019100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-did-good-deed-day-before.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-113141081311720819</id><published>2005-11-08T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T08:46:53.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you been checking my blog lately and feel sick from consistently finding it unupdated? Well, I'm feeling sick too, so here's an update. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOB! I failed the interview for the reporter attachment program. But fail never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I THE ONLY PERSON AMONG THOSE WHO WENT FROM MY CLASS TO FAIL!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tune in for more updates. (I got tired of typing the chinese post. Thought itw as a piece of rubbish after typing it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-113141081311720819?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/113141081311720819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=113141081311720819' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113141081311720819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113141081311720819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/11/have-you-been-checking-my-blog-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-113059349223481028</id><published>2005-10-29T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T21:44:52.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am in the process of typing my first chinese post! its a huge one! (at least, in my perspective) so exciting! (because its my first chinese post.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-113059349223481028?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/113059349223481028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=113059349223481028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113059349223481028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/113059349223481028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/10/am-in-process-of-typing-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-112985934071550762</id><published>2005-10-21T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T13:40:06.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I always knew I didn't make a good leader. Sigh. PW should be scraped after PEARLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gemini guy's weakness is a girl's tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112985934071550762?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112985934071550762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112985934071550762' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112985934071550762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112985934071550762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-always-knew-i-didnt-make-good-leader.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-112952959776932584</id><published>2005-10-17T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T14:38:46.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah!! I'm going to the interview for the reporter attachment programme! TODAY! Wish me good luck! Hope they don't ask me about recent news cause I haven't been watching the news these few days. Thankfully the news centre is two bus-stops away from my house so I have time to pop back. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't people understand that there is (almost) no point in going through exam papers when the students are without their actual exam scripts? It only gives us time to discuss about our Maple xin1 de2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moving house! But still staying in TPY. Hah. Closer to central area though. So busy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should do a Maple megapost to psycho everyone to play. Wahahahaahahahahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112952959776932584?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112952959776932584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112952959776932584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112952959776932584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112952959776932584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/10/ah-im-going-to-interview-for-reporter.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-112909349441362797</id><published>2005-10-12T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T13:04:54.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My last update: 10th Oct.&lt;br /&gt;Class BLog last update: 3rd Sep.... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exam finally took its toll on me. Hope the aftermath of exams will not be too devastating. (results...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112909349441362797?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112909349441362797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112909349441362797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112909349441362797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112909349441362797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-last-update-10th-oct.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-112894926373259383</id><published>2005-10-10T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T21:01:03.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Human rights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112894926373259383?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112894926373259383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112894926373259383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112894926373259383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112894926373259383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/10/human-rights.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-112864427118401731</id><published>2005-10-07T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T08:17:51.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img279.imageshack.us/img279/1728/niceshirt7do.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112864427118401731?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112864427118401731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112864427118401731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112864427118401731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112864427118401731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-112791637645801327</id><published>2005-09-28T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:06:16.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I ask myself. Why do I even bother?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112791637645801327?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112791637645801327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112791637645801327' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112791637645801327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112791637645801327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/09/sometimes-i-ask-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-112635641286904817</id><published>2005-09-10T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T20:46:53.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Jam's Ideal World: 20 logical ideals&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what will happen in my ideal world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are no insects. Cockroaches should be extinct first. They are of no significant use to the world. They waste space and waste insecticide. (Just like some people *cough cough*) Next to go should be mosquitoes. Then there would be no Dengue Fever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese is not a compulsory subject from primary school onwards.  &lt;strong&gt;However&lt;/strong&gt;, everyone &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;loves&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it so much that they insist on taking it so it's like compulsory anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese teachers get Higher pay. Not because they're good, but because they teach Chinese. Because I love Chinese. (Plus because it's my ideal world)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In schools, the only type of Chinese compos students are asked to write are &lt;em&gt;bao4zhang1bao4dao3&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;yi4lun4wen2&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone hates Mathematics. Yes, everyone. Including you. (Because it's my ideal world you see.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is a Maths B syllabus. (Just like Chinese B)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The JMOE(read: Jam's MOE) tries to come up with new methods for teaching maths therefore teachers must make maths lessons interesting. They must come up with Maths games and we must have talkshows on tv about maths so that students can be forced to watch these programmes and try to like maths. (Also to give them a chance to complain about how boring the maths shows are)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally the JMOE gives up and makes maths optional in JC. However, those maths lovers complain and therefore there is Maths AO. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To finish it up, the JMOE declares that when entering Uni, maths is a &lt;em&gt;bu4suan4fen1(read: never count marks) (because nobody likes maths, hence they don't know how to count)&lt;/em&gt; subject.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maplestory is a compulsory subject in secondary school onwards.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parents' old saying: &lt;em&gt;'Ah-boy ah! Why you still pray Maplestory? Pray pray pray, not sian ar! Go and do your maths!'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parents' new saying: &lt;em&gt;'Ah-ger ah! Why you still do maths? Oso neber count muks! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do do do, not sian ar! Go and pray Maplestory lah! Later exam come out you dunno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; how?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;          (Due to blogger's poor functions and partly my poor skills, have to start from 1 again.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          The number in the brackets is the correct one) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;[11] In promos, you can get F for everything but not Maplestory. You fail it, you die liao.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[12] Library Club is a prestigious CCA. Everyone rushes to join during CCA orientation and all library clubs in Singapore (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) have the satisfaction of choosing people to join instead of the other way around. They get to say 'A-ha! You so lan4! Also want to join library? HAHAHAHAHA!' (you must understand, we do not get to say that in our whole lives)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[13] On Fridays, parents go to school instead of children. They learn how to communicate with teachers so that when teachers slap their precious children for misbehaving, the parents do not slap the teacher back. (or complain to some big-shot organization saying that the teacher hit your precious little baby with a soft-cover book) Thus parents get an off-day from work, therefore couples will be encouraged to have children for the 4-day week. (Employers are not allowed to refuse to employ married couples, or unmarried couples with children. (since there are many cases anyways) )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[14] We, the students of secondary school and above, get a break on Childrens' Day since it is extremely unfair that primary school kids get a break on BOTH Youth and Childrens' Day but we only get one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; [15] 2nd September is Students' Day.  On this day, teachers express their gratitude for students and the latter receive cards written "Happy Students' Day! Thanks for being such a great student." Then we will stop giving cards with the exact same words printed on about half a milliion of cards and start to write something else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; [16] Students get to choose their *cough cough* CHEMISTRY TUTORS. *cough cough*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; [17] At the mature age of 18, (YES WE ARE MATURE DON'T YOU DOUBT THAT) guys go for MS. no-it-is-not-a-typo. Mapleservice. They receive intense training in Maplestory gaming so that they can defend Mapletown using skills from different jobs such as archers, magicians, warriors and thieves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; [18] Everyone is as shy, reserved and introverted as me so that I can apply successfully to be a radio DJ or teacher. (not that I have applied but I already know the results.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; [19] The lunar 8th month is the Xiong1Ya2Li4Gui3Jie2 (HUNGARY Ghosts' Festival) and the hungry Chang-E comes down to eat mooncakes. (remember the uproar caused by the inaccurate translation of the Hungry Ghosts Festival by our tourism board?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; [20] Every boy/man's ideal weight is 46 kg. (sorry guys.) As for girls...who cares? No la not so bad. Girls not too heavy...450kg can liao. So that girls can stop going on diets and all the slimming centres will close down. Guys can pump iron until the iron bar becomes needle to lose weight. (Eh? I don't need leh! Yay.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did you remember the title of the list? "Jam's Ideal World: 20 &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;logical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; ideals"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112635641286904817?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112635641286904817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112635641286904817' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112635641286904817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112635641286904817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/09/jams-ideal-world-20-logical-ideals.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-112583878188646029</id><published>2005-09-04T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T20:59:41.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just learnt that there can be nice people too. Everytime I read the newspapers, almost everyday there would be reports like wife murders husband, old woman gets robbed, headless corpse found or whatever. All over the world. However, there are kind people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eve of teachers' day, I went back to TCHS. Met my sec 4 form teacher, didn't talk with her a lot as there were a lot of students anyway, and all the teachers had to rush for a staff lunch at some high-class place. (I suppose) But in the late afternoon, I received a phone call from her. She asked, 'Aiyo! Why are you getting thinner and thinner!?' Then she asked about how my family was doing and such. Then, we chatted a while and she told me that if I faced any problems, I was welcome to go back anytime to talk to her, she would be very willing to lend a listening ear. I was very touched. So nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superstar Finals. Filmed on tv: when the 24 superstars were walking in a crowd out of the changing rooms and out to the stage, Wei Lian was in the middle of everyone. I suppose he suddenly felt very lost, and asked, 'Kelly zai4 na2 li3?' Then Kelly (AH!! KELLY!! SO PRETTY AND SING SO WELL!!!) said in a very gentle voice, 'Wo3 zai4 zhe4 li3.' So nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Finals again. Heard this on radio. When the competition was over and everyone was getting off the stage, everyone forgot about Wei Lian who needed assistance. Well, almost everyone. Shi Xin Hui didn't forget him and went to help him. So nice right? Shi2 rocks. (shi2=rock) Ok never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Xin Hui was so beautiful during the finals!! After shrinking from 42-inch tv, she looks much better. I like her hairstyle =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate promos. I hate maths. I hate promos. I hate maths. I hate promos. I hate maths. I hate promos. I hate maths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112583878188646029?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112583878188646029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112583878188646029' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112583878188646029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112583878188646029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/09/ive-just-learnt-that-there-can-be-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-112531727977721231</id><published>2005-08-29T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T20:07:59.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiz. I'm feeling a bit apprehensive about going back to TCHS on 31st August. Everyone's changing. Would I even recognise them when we meet again? Will we engage in conversation as like in old times or would we feel awkard, having no common topics to talk about? Will there even be any acknowledgement of past accquaintance? Even though some of us are in the same school, some have already pretended not to know their ex-classmates. It is very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'm constantly filled with nostalgia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112531727977721231?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112531727977721231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112531727977721231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112531727977721231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112531727977721231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/08/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-112523456082037470</id><published>2005-08-28T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T21:09:22.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Although there may be some whom you really cannot see eye-to-eye with, there are too many kinds of people in the world for you to hate them all. Try making more friends than enemies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Funny how a cartoon show can end up being a tear jerker. Shall not say which lest I get laughed at. =D Quote from cartoon: "Sometimes the most difficult part of being a friend is to say goodbye." (or something to that effect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my junior on the bus a few days ago. Had a nice chat. You know,(obviously you don't other wise you won't be reading this.)(nevermind) I feel that sometimes juniors can come across as.....younger siblings. Although you only spend a few years with them, but you watch them change, grow pimples, hear their voice break(in this case), you see that they are like, growing up. Oh well. Maybe it's just me lah. I'm an only child. ONLY CHILD!! Ah. Maybe when my parents are qi1lao3ba1shi2 I will still ask them why they didn't want to have another child and bug them to have another one. (if virtually possible. =x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to (any) seniors (who are reading this) for prelimns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Singaporeans can you stop complaining?! Junyang out then out lah, it has become a fact. I also think he is good what, but you cant cry over split-i-mean-spilt milk. At first blame Wei Lian bad enough, then blame the system of 70-30 weightage, now blame Quan Yi Feng for so-called helping Wei Lian to gain votes by saying what she said. If Singaporeans were so easily swayed, you all complain(ers) would not have been supporting Junyang till now. Right? Can you exercise a bit of your brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Maybe you don't have. Cause you know how some people listen to the DJ read 4D results? THEY LISTEN TO THE BACKGROUND MUSIC INSTEAD OF THE NUMBERS! And some people can possibly hear the background music when it is (note: exaggeration) as loud as an ant's squeak. Ant's don't squeak, you say? Have you ever heard an ant squeak? No? There, it is so soft that you cant hear. (note: warped point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I am not liking a promotion. Promotional exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112523456082037470?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112523456082037470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112523456082037470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112523456082037470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112523456082037470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/08/although-there-may-be-some-whom-you.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-112462902805305385</id><published>2005-08-21T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T20:57:08.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am feeling super pissed off now. There are really all kinds of people in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Superstar Saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people who are pointing fingers at him, please stop it. Don't hurl accusations at people just because they have disqualified your idol. May it be Junyang, Derrick or Jason. This is a competition, and in any competition there may be bao4 leng3 cases. If you can predict the results so accurately, what for watch the results show? If you are unhappy with the results, it has nothing to do with Wei Lian. If you think he does not deserve to get in, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why not blame yourself for not making enough calls?&lt;/span&gt; And it doesn't mean that the better ones will always get in. Remember William who scored 37 in the beginning? It was the highest score back then. And I think he can sing really well and has the image of a star. Why was he disqualified in the very beginning then? If you say it's because he has very few votes, then obviously Mediacorp did not play with the results. Otherwise why would they want to disqualify such a good singer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really not Wei Lian's fault that he got in, he doesn't deserve all the criticisms that people are giving him. Some of the people are just pointing fingers at him because their favourite idol got out. Did he choose who to be disqualified? No. Put yourselves in his shoes. How would you feel? Winning a competition and getting accused everywhere. It's really a good thing he is not reading the newspapers. (I hope the people around him keep it away from him or something.) And Wei Lian apologised to the fans of Derrick (and Junyang, I think). Then people are still complaining. He has done nothing wrong, why should he apologise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really, really, not his fault. Demanding the number of votes from Mediacorp will soothe your anger meh? So what if you know? The votes will obviously be lesser right? And a fan actually said that letting fans know the number of votes will let them si4 de4 ming2 mu4. (die(rest) in peace?) Please, I think you are being very wu2 liao2, shallow, and please think before you make comments like that. Will you really feel better after seeing the no. of votes? Maybe you will say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"OH! Heng ar! My dear (insert contestant name) only lost by a thin margin."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My dear (insert contestant name) lost by so much! How can?! Mediacorp must be faking!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, release also complain, don't release also complain. What you want them to do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, the show already emphasised that 'Vote otherwise your idol will be out!' So it's your fault if your idol didn't get in. Not others' fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering, I am NOT biased towards Wei Lian in the first place. (Nice change for once...I am usually super subjective) I think Junyang sings better than Wei Lian and I support Kelly. (already so from the beginning) But I still think William might have done better than Junyang. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112462902805305385?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112462902805305385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112462902805305385' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112462902805305385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112462902805305385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-feeling-super-pissed-off-now.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-112442250323860599</id><published>2005-08-19T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T21:36:05.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did you read the papers? There was this interview on last Sunday's Life section (I think) with a guy who had a traumatic experience in India. (traumatic seems too mild) He met with an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An extract:&lt;br /&gt;"The truck rolled over his legs. When the driver heard Lee's screams of agony, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;he reversed his vehicle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;(too bad there's no font size 72)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; only to flatten his victim's already crushed limbs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet ANY mad, insane, lunatic, deranged, retarded, nuts, bonkers brainless mindless senseless heartless IDIOT will NOT do that. Which person in the right state of mind would reverse his vehicle to 'complete the process'? Please lar. It's like adding a finishing touch, as if it wasn't enough. I pity the poor victim. I admire his courage to live on, although he had thought of suicide on numerous occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intelligent driver suffered one day in jail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112442250323860599?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112442250323860599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112442250323860599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112442250323860599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112442250323860599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/08/did-you-read-papers-there-was-this.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-112428713088208606</id><published>2005-08-17T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T21:58:50.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bus happenings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I boarded the bus back home, and there was no space such that I had to stand somewhere near the entrance. (not quite, but near enough.) Then this aunty came along and wanted to alight from the bus, with her daughter. Then when the bus was reaching the stop, she suddenly said 'excusE ME!' She went from soft to loud, hence the caps. I felt a bit irritated. I mean, did she have to screech at me?! Sounded as if I was in the wrong. But I wasn't. You know why?&lt;br /&gt;-I'm not deaf. She should not be so rude and screech like the bus was on fire.&lt;br /&gt;-She was not fat.&lt;br /&gt;-I am not fat. (DUH. Who dares oppose me?)&lt;br /&gt;-Therefore, I COULD NOT TAKE UP MUCH SPACE AND SHE HAS AMPLE SPACE TO MOVE THROUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought, maybe she was talking (screeching) to the person next to me. Oh well. But I heard her daughter saying, 'Aiya, we can alight from the front what!' How true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A few months ago already. Also on the way back home. The bus was quite packed, but not to the extent that we had no seats, only that we had to fill up the double seats. Then, there came an empty seat. At this point of time, an old man came up the bus. When he was OBVIOUSLY walking towards the seat, a sudden movement at the corner of my eye. AND WTH! A TCHS TOOK THE SEAT! I tried to pretend I wasn't wearing the HC uni. Haiz. And it was a boy I knew too. Omg. Anyway, another person gave his seat to the old man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This happened yesterday. ALSO when boarding the bus back home. I heard someone call out 'Jack!' I ignored it. Then someone tapped my shoulder and I turned around. No wonder. -_- It was Yun Ling. You know why she call me Jack? During the LEP camp, when Ying Hong, she and I were teaching Jasmine how to play bridge, Ying Hong said: 'If say you have ace, king, queen, then you can call jack to help you. Then he will climb the beanstalk.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed for about 1min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I also don't know why we laughed so long. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. My father hit a female a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A female cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you think it was? It flew in through the door. (Did you know that only female roachies fly?) Refer this previous &lt;a href="http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/04/yuzhong-is-this-oxidsing-agent-hmm.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112428713088208606?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112428713088208606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112428713088208606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112428713088208606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112428713088208606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/08/bus-happenings-1.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-112381683665328698</id><published>2005-08-12T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T11:20:36.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok..I have just been dealt a blow by my GP teacher. Initially she gave us one essay outline (done by our classmates) each to evaluate, then she said she would give two outlines to those 'who can be stretched'. Then she gave me two. Second one was Yayan's. The first thing I spotted after taking her outline was the rubbish bin, which was so conveniently nearby. Haha. Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO I LOOK LIKE I NEED ANYMORE STRETCHING!?!? Unless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless it's in the horizontal direction. Oh well. Then after that she realised she didn't having enough scripts to go around (d.u.h.) Then she decided that I couldn't be stretched after all. I was so sad. So I went to do some stretching exercises in the library. I love Fridays! The physics people have physics lecture (duh~) but the LEP people get two periods off =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. A leopard has round spots right? (assuming all spots are round.) What happens it if decides to change its spots? To square spots. What's worse is that it looks nice in square spots. Oh well. Each to his own I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm levelling up at the rate of 1 level/week!!!!! Help. Promos is in about 7 weeks. Means I would gain 7 levels by then. Wait. That has no link...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112381683665328698?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112381683665328698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112381683665328698' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112381683665328698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112381683665328698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/08/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-112368228528054742</id><published>2005-08-10T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T21:58:05.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg. I wasted 20min arguing over the phone about why contipation is NOT a disability. It is not! If it were, then mouth ulcers should be considered too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112368228528054742?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112368228528054742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112368228528054742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112368228528054742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112368228528054742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/08/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-112359717307454450</id><published>2005-08-09T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T19:46:03.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooh. Happy birthday Singapore. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living at the 19th floor does has its benefits. I enjoyed the luxury of watching two fireworks display simultaneously, from Padang and from Marina. (however, I don't know how in thw world cockroaches make their way to the top. I thought they would explode in midair due to the air pressure or something.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think Rui En was so pretty tonight! Yi Han suspects Taufik and Rui En weren't singing live. Hmm. I think I like girls with long, straight flowy hair...haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112359717307454450?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112359717307454450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112359717307454450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112359717307454450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112359717307454450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/08/ooh.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-112341806974586614</id><published>2005-08-07T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T20:34:29.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a nice chat with Junli on MSN yesterday which was quite interesting. Gained a lot of insight on the radio industry. But not convenient to reveal chat contents. Ha. ha.(Junli is an aspiring 933 part-time DJ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If (I said If.) (Yes, you read it, if.) (I.F.) (STOP LAUGHING! I SAID IF!) (Can you let me daydream a bit?) If I become a radio DJ, you all must not send in negative comments about me ok? Want also tell me directly. =D -end of daydream- Anyway, I'll probably end up being some newspaper columnist who doesn't dare to show his face. (If I'm accomplished enough.) If not, I want to be a kindergarten teacher =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that it can be so thrilling to be in Interact! There's this malay boy with huge, bright sparkly eyes whom I taught for only two times (before June hols some more) at the center. Then, last friday when I was about to leave with Huifen and Jasmine, (the latter bought green tea at 7-eleven. It read 'brewed with real jasmine leaves' or something like that. Go grab a Pokka Green tea bottle and read.) I saw the malay boy. Then, he looked up and waved at me! Was pleasantly surprised because I wasn't expecting him to remember me, since we didn't really have fixed students. Haha. Funny how I always feel a sense of accomplishment in those CCAs which are often despised by people. (Rather, I get laughed at.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the real world, people can be very realistic and obssessed with accomplishments and fame. They resort to everything to climb the social ladder. Actually, if you think about it, there's people like that in school too. Haiz. Not everyone is so simple and without xin1 ji1 like me. (Did I say like me?) Haha..anyways. Tried to read the first chapter of Hong Lou Meng but didn't understand some parts. Argh. I actually felt bored by it. Maybe it would help if I got hold of a simplified version or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE WEARING RED TOP AND COLLEGE BOTTOM!! THINK ABOUT IT! I would rather wear my school uniform. I miss TCHS! I'm sure they're allowed to wear home clothes totally. Instead of RED TOP AND COLLEGE BOTTOM! omg. Red+orangey beige-brown. What a splendidly perfect combination. (if we were in Mars. Or Venus.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, everytime I have so many things to blog about but I always forget them when I sit down to type. Oh well. I'll repost if I can remember later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(how many 'if's' did I use in this post?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112341806974586614?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112341806974586614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112341806974586614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112341806974586614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112341806974586614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/08/had-nice-chat-with-junli-on-msn.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-112307220331479881</id><published>2005-08-03T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T20:30:03.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>derrickkelly. derrickkelly. derrickkelly. derrickkelly. derrickkelly. derrickkelly. derrickkelly. derrickkelly.&lt;br /&gt;must win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I don't know whether I've made the right choice coming to HC. (for nobody's sake, HCI (college)) I think I feel more attached to the nation than to HC. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm typing rubbish again...off to watching superstar!~ now that only the GOOD ones are left. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112307220331479881?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112307220331479881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112307220331479881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112307220331479881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112307220331479881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/08/derrickkelly.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-112297875215884479</id><published>2005-08-02T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T18:32:32.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay. Today my waterbottle leaked and I didn't realise it. By the time I did, my maths TYS was sacrificed. (not much actually, only one corner of the back cover of the book.) Lucky my exclusive 933 notebook was not wet. The one with the exclusive Wilber Pan signature. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Adeline said I was disgusting, upon seeing that I left a folded bus ticket in the side pocket of my bag. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er. Er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it as a compliment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112297875215884479?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112297875215884479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112297875215884479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112297875215884479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112297875215884479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/08/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-112263150771161599</id><published>2005-07-29T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T18:05:07.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow! Yet another classic quote from the chem lecturer/tutor. Are you ready for it? Be prepared to have your breath taken away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A diagram of a cell is not a cell diagram."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! Another one! Ok, I know it may sound chemically right, but it sounds funny logically. Did you remember the first one he gave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is not a reducing agent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the answer he gave after Yuzhong asked him whether a particular reagent was an oxidising agent. (Not to mention the fact that he paused for two to three seconds before giving the classic quote. Maybe he forgot the antonym of oxidation...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112263150771161599?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112263150771161599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112263150771161599' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112263150771161599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112263150771161599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/07/wow-yet-another-classic-quote-from.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-112186847922361367</id><published>2005-07-20T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T22:07:59.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's right. Throw a pile of crap at us and employ the use of the magical words 'self-study' and that solves everything!&lt;br /&gt;And the website &lt;a href="http://wps.prenhall.com/wps/media/objects/602/616516/chapter_12.html"&gt;http://wps.prenhall.com/wps/media/objects/602/616516/chapter_12.html&lt;/a&gt; make me type so long and then this blue screen comes out then I see the wonderful words 404 - Page not found. Why only three numbers? 4D need 4 numbers one wad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112186847922361367?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112186847922361367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112186847922361367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112186847922361367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112186847922361367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/07/thats-right.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-112160344213753520</id><published>2005-07-17T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T20:30:42.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grawp. I mean, god. (Grawp is Hagrid's half-brother)&lt;br /&gt;I have waited for two years. It's over in less than 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you are wrong. (Am I right?) I was talking about HP and the Half-blood Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finished reading it already! Yays. But still reeling in shock at what has happened in the book. Well, well. Have to wait fervently for another two years. Shall not give any spoilers =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ARE YOU STILL READING THIS?! GO AND READ THE BOOK!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112160344213753520?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112160344213753520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112160344213753520' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112160344213753520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112160344213753520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/07/grawp.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-112142519492369351</id><published>2005-07-15T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T18:59:54.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have decided to do something to prevent my blog from degenerating into one of the many 'teen-sy' blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, what was discussed in GP today was very real. And it sparked off many thoughts(for me, at least.) What would have happened if the London bombings occurred here? Obviously nothing would happen. Why? Cause we have Total Defence. It can block off everything. Everyone would be involved because everyone has a part to play in Total Defence. No, seriously. On 7th July, IF it were to happen here, it would be around 3pm local time. At that time, I would have already been on the bus back home. Possibly reached home, bathed, and started playing maplestory. Then some cute nice and adorable little bomb would go off. (not to school) Then? I would die. No la. Depends on where the bomb is. What would you be doing then? Would you think about those around you? At school. Everyone at HCI (college) would suddenly realise that HCI (high school) IS really a prestigious school and they wouldn't mind squeezing in a tiny air rifle range with thousands of other cute little boys in sexy khaki shorts because (I think) that's about the only bomb shelter for miles. Then on the way there those from other schools would say 'Help! Where is the air rifle range!' and us TCHS boys would laugh at them and make them kneel down and apologise for all the stuff they said about sexy khaki shorts. No, seriously again. We don't know what would happen. In fact, it would really be horrible if it were to happen here. -Almost- no one would be prepared cause nowadays youngsters don't know where the nearest bomb shelter is. They only know where's Orchard Road. Treasuring every second of your life is very important cause you don't know what will happen the day after tomorrow. Eh! sounds like a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, tens of thousands of dollars may be peanuts to you but it may be walnuts to some. (walnut was the biggest -nut I could think of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Anyway, I'm an absolute hypocrite cause I just wasted 15minutes of my life typing this piece of crap.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112142519492369351?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112142519492369351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112142519492369351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112142519492369351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112142519492369351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-have-decided-to-do-something-to.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-112133523326540919</id><published>2005-07-14T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T18:00:33.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, we were late for chem lecture, and thought that we would suffer the inevitable fate of getting scolded by the ferocious chem lecturer in front of the whole LT. However, thankfully, (and miraculously) we were let off with a mere 'Just sit anywhere there is space.' Like DUH, we also know right. We also know floor got space. Whatever. Then after we sat down, in came the rest of the physics guys (excluding yuzhong and weesiang, as usual...) They strolled in. And to think that we were forming a plan to try to get away without a scolding, like what acting very flustered when we came in and running into the LT with unusually heavy and loud footsteps. (of course, it is usual for some...) How silly of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the NKF thing--I was beginning to get a little tired of the donation shows anyway. Actually, I think it would be much better if they didn't have so much attractive prizes to attract us to donate. They could use the money for the patients anyway. (Of course, not to make some 1,000 dollars toilet bowl--it's just a seat for our bum when we poo. not like our bum will grow bigger or anything...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't get why anyone would vote for Sebastian. Not the one from our senior class. I mean, I haven't seen anyone else who proclaimed nationwide on TV that he thinks he is good-looking. Save the children. (after all, he looks like one) Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112133523326540919?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112133523326540919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112133523326540919' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112133523326540919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112133523326540919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/07/today-we-were-late-for-chem-lecture.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-112099866684245447</id><published>2005-07-10T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T20:31:06.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah! Wilber's new album is out! Must buy ok? It's called gao1 shou3. Haha. What an avid description. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all ur presents! Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112099866684245447?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112099866684245447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112099866684245447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112099866684245447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112099866684245447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/07/ah-wilbers-new-album-is-out-must-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-112073552459412776</id><published>2005-07-07T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T19:39:30.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah! Maths has always been the bane of my life, ever since primary school. Even till now. Sigh. Never mind. HP and the half-blood prince is coming out soooooon!!! 21st July I think. Yays. Can't wait. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true that only boys play games? As in, computer games, LAN games etc. Hmm. But I am going to try to song3 yong3 everyone to play MapleStory. Why? Coz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;EASY INTERFACE WITH SIMPLE CONTROL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MapleStory is an online game that uses a side-scroll format, which is entirely different from the 3-D or quarter-view formats that are prevalent in most games. It allows you to jump or climb ladders, emphasizes arcade-like dynamic to the game play, and doesn't have confusing perspective transitions so it's easily approachable for anyone to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DISTINCTIVE GRAPHICS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The towns are featured in their own, very distinctive ways, which allows the users to fully appreciate the different dynamics each town has to offer. Small details such as the scrolling background that follows the character's movement only adds to the beauty of the game in itself. As for the attacking skills, the higher the level of skills, the flashier, the skills get, making each attack a dynamic, eye-pleasing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Choose what you want to be in mapleworld. Each has its roles, skills and responsibilities in safeguarding Maple World.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;warrior&lt;/strong&gt; that takes down the enemies and monsters, protecting the town in the process?&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;bowman&lt;/strong&gt; who can pierce the hearts of enemies with an arrow and a bow?&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;magician&lt;/strong&gt; that can wield mystical powers of magic at will?&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;thief&lt;/strong&gt; that thrives in shadows, using quick hands to stun the enemies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through leveling up and meeting some requirements, you'll be able to make job advancements and nurture your character in your own, unique way.In addition to hunting for monsters, exploring new maps in Maple World, you may chat and interact with other characters or friends using face expression and emotion. Dress up your character with beautiful clothes, gorgeous accessories and powerful weapons. Hunt for items to complete a quest or make a weapon, clothes or accessories. Trade with other characters in gaining items you need. Team up with other characters to hunt for monsters and play mini-games during your journey. There are more in MapleStory for your exploration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!! I'm super lame. Actually I just copied everything from the website. XD Play!! Go to maplesea.com now! But don't come and find me if you (continue to) fail your block tests. Just come me when you need healing. Cause I'm a CLERIC. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;image src="http://hometown.aol.co.uk/petball88/jamster.JPG"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112073552459412776?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112073552459412776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112073552459412776' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112073552459412776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112073552459412776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/07/wah-maths-has-always-been-bane-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-112034900965541307</id><published>2005-07-03T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T08:03:29.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is atrocious. I only but asked for a stayover at YZ's house. Then she said no. I asked why. She says people 'bian4 huai4' because of stayovers. HELLO?!? WHAT KIND OF DUMB REASON IS THAT? One cat is black doesn't mean all cats are black. Am I very huai4? NO. (I assume you would say no too...) Anyways, how can we turn bad if all of us are good in the first place? I'm tired of being suppressed for so long. When she comes back later, I'm going to start a debate with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No wonder there's the news report that a survey conducted by Readers' Digest saying that SG parents have been ranked among the bottom from the view of teenagers.&lt;/em&gt;  Why didn't I get to do that survey. I would give negative marks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112034900965541307?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112034900965541307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112034900965541307' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112034900965541307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112034900965541307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-is-atrocious.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-112013386694581390</id><published>2005-06-30T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T20:17:46.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 days of heaven. After 5 days of hell. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I still hate block tests though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the nice t-shirt..and the interesting wrapper..xm sk zebra and co.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-112013386694581390?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/112013386694581390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=112013386694581390' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112013386694581390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/112013386694581390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/06/5-days-of-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-111995957968323884</id><published>2005-06-28T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T19:52:59.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>During Chem BT today, I thought the MCQs were bad enough. During which I severely reprimanded myself (not very severely, I must admit) for slacking so much and decided I would pull up my socks. (NOT literally.) Then, during paper2, I had to skip a few questions. Just when I was trying to finish the last question...hell. Another bombshell fell. (nice rhyme huh?) I FORGOT ABOUT THE !@#$%^&amp;* LINE OF INSTRUCTION TELING US TO START EACH QUESTION ON A FRESH(as fresh as HL milk, at least, they claim.) PAGE!!!!! So, I spent my last 5 minutes writing as fast as I could. Rather, scribbling all over the page in a horrible scrawl. And I didn't finish the last question. Not to mention those that I skipped. Bah. And Chem was the subject in which I had the most hope to scrape a pass. (not any more.) Hooray for the horrible things called block tests. Only three more tests to go. (to fail)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-111995957968323884?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/111995957968323884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=111995957968323884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111995957968323884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111995957968323884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/06/during-chem-bt-today-i-thought-mcqs.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-111927261206823200</id><published>2005-06-20T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T18:07:37.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiya. Thanks Seng Kiak, Jie Long, Qiyuan, Justina, Ms Lock, Ze Lun, Xiu Ming for their birthday greetings! I hate block tests. Grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-111927261206823200?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/111927261206823200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=111927261206823200' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111927261206823200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111927261206823200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/06/hiya.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-111922270683778037</id><published>2005-06-20T07:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T07:11:46.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what? I didn't know it was so delightful to receive a lot of brithday greetings from your friends early morning! You must understand. In Chinese High we mug from day to night and when we are not mugging, we are trying to act seh. (dunno to attract who. maybe the nice cleaner ladies.) And we have no one to ogle at so we comment on teachers. Haha....ok lah. Fellow ex-TCHS guys(or girls)(!!!), I was just rambling. We all love TCHS and its infamous clock tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Wei Ying, Wei Ying, Janie, Pei Jun, Yayan for wasting 1 message on me! (Did you notice a trend??!!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D I'm 17 already. So old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://hometown.aol.co.uk/petball88/Maple0000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my MapleStory gang. Can you see me? My nick was covered. Sob. I look nice right? Say yes. 933. Oops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-111922270683778037?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/111922270683778037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=111922270683778037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111922270683778037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111922270683778037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/06/guess-what-i-didnt-know-it-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-111901186414620432</id><published>2005-06-17T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T20:37:44.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really am sick of everything suddenly(recently). Including myself too. I don't know what's happening to me. I haven't touched my books yet and I have one week left. Already so much is bugging me and I still have the dumb block tests. What's my most desired birthday present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE HOLIDAYS. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to get back into the sick HC life. It's been a splendid and nice two weeks. Why do I even bother typing this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-111901186414620432?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/111901186414620432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=111901186414620432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111901186414620432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111901186414620432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-really-am-sick-of-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-111805439893735015</id><published>2005-06-06T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T18:39:58.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three cheers for maplestory! (didn't feel like posting but wanted to post something anyway)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-111805439893735015?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/111805439893735015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=111805439893735015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111805439893735015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111805439893735015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/06/three-cheers-for-maplestory-didnt-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-111784829749059627</id><published>2005-06-04T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T19:04:49.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from 2 consecutive camps yesterday. The only break I took was when I went back home to take my stuff...Maybe you would think it's silly of me to go back to TCHSlibrary camp when I'm not even there anymore, not to mention the fact that it's [library]. But. Whatever. I'm quite resistant to changes sometimes. Maybe it's just the difference in JC life and secondary school life. Right now, I feel there's something missing between me and the whole class altogether, but I can't point out what. In the past, I had a gang to hang out with, and I looked forward to Fridays where there was the whole club down for cca. (Seriously!) Now, strangely, the only attachment I feel for the school other than the teachers are my juniors. Maybe it's because 4K has separated. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it might be some random hu2 si1 luan4 xiang3 sparked off by the extremely boring LEP writing camp. I tell you, the only events interesting were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the xiaopin competition where I actually played, for the first time, a main character. I was horrified when I got the role. But I made it through anyway. and our group got the Most Creative Group award. Yays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the night where we all participated in songs and mass dances and got to see the dances of TJC and NYJC. HCJC should turn all fac dances into mass dances. It would seem better that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I felt very out of place at the camp. Firstly, I was the only guy in my group. YET again. Then, I didn't really know a lot of people in my dorm. Only about 3 or 4 out of 14. Although the 62 girls were nice and invited me to play cards at their dorm, I felt uneasy sometimes being the only guy in a girls' dorm..wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I really enjoyed myself at the library camp. When I stepped into the library again...everything seems so familiar. I liked the sense of familiarity. Meeting all the teachers, the people. Although almost half of the club seemed stranger to me. This was because there was an increase in club membership...quite a lot too. Initially, I felt very out of place again cause the club felt so different. I dunno. I thought the it was different cause there were a lot of members...maybe. In the past we never had more than 20 people, now we have 25. I prefer it small cause it feels more....cosy. Bleagh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as time passed, felt better coz I still knew the other 'old people'. And the ever-so-sarcastic Jun Kai who took over my place. I think I enjoyed myself the most when I was playing bridge with Kenny, Edward and Jason. For the past half a year, I've never felt so at ease and relaxed, like I know who I'm with and I'm not pressurized. As in, I don't have to find topics to talk about to break the uneasy silence. I really let myself go and remove the mask that I have been wearing sometimes. It's great to be with the young occasionally. They're much more innocent and free of evil thoughts than some of us. Their only troubles seem to be schoolwork. Sometimes I lament why it's impossible to stay young forever...Innocence. Something you lose when you grow up. You can't help it. Something so precious and cannot be bought with money. Thanks to Edward and Kenny for promising to make me feel at home when even all the other ex-sec 4s except Eric pang-seh me (so much for everything. humph.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, there was something that disappointed me though. On the second day, where there was supposed to be an annual librarian skills test. I thought I would stay back to watch for a while. I thought I didn't have to help, since the Sec 3s were helping now. Usually it was only the Sec 4s carrying out the test. I was wrong. Only 1 out of 5 Sec 4s were present to help. And that was the chairman. It was extremely difficult for 4 people (3 Sec 3s) to test 20 people especially when we can only take at most 1 or 2 people each time and yet have to finish everything within 1 hour plus. So I helped out lor. Simply disgusted with the absent Sec 4s. About half the committee are Sec 4s lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read Junli's blog. Reading his blog sparks off some thoughts occasionally. In case you didn't know, Junli is the DJ hosting the 933 morning shift. Society is so realistic, it hurts. When you become too popular for a part-timer, you are shifted everywhere just so that you can help to boost ratings. And when you fail to boost the morning shift ratings, a very good programme called RA music (sampling of new music albums, listen to parts of every song in the album) gets scraped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all too familiar, when you put in effort to do something and in the end you don't get recognised for it. Maybe there isn't a need for recognition sometimes, but it's horrid when you are &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; recognised for your mistakes and failures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-111784829749059627?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/111784829749059627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=111784829749059627' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111784829749059627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111784829749059627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-came-back-from-2-consecutive.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-111729048672412509</id><published>2005-05-28T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T22:28:06.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged for a loooooong time. Went back to TCHS yesterday. Visited the library first thing. Hah. The juniors were doing stuff and we went to ka-jiao them. And the teachers too. And Ms Koo said I became thinner. Hmm...interesting. I didn't know I could get any thinner...........Then, after much crap-talking and doing nothing with juniors(their perfect opportunity to slack), Yi Han, Cheng Leng and I went to the staff room. Sadly, LeeKS  wasn't there and Chua wasn't there too(she doesn't come on fridays, I forgot). Meow wasn't there too! Then we realised that we had achieved ultimate lameness-level infinity! Why? Coz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with the idea of writing a note for meow saying that CL and I came back, writing something like me and CL "dao4 ci3 yi4 you2". Haha..so Monkey King right. And so we did. Yi Han suggested adding 'Did you find your table wet? It's because we you2-ed here.' -----_____---- (read: you2=swim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mrs NgSH's table. We wasted a whole bunch of (her) post-its. Haha. You know how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-it 1: Just a very small note for you...&lt;br /&gt;Post-it 2: To say hi...&lt;br /&gt;Post-it 3: Don't pressurize(F/A) yourself too much...&lt;br /&gt;Post-it 4: Do you feel that...&lt;br /&gt;Post-it 5: your post-its have been wasted?&lt;br /&gt;Post-it 6: If not....&lt;br /&gt;Post-it 7: here's another one!!&lt;br /&gt;Post-it 8: Smile always! =)&lt;br /&gt;Post-it 9: *Jian Ming (who popped in halfway)&lt;br /&gt;Post-it 10: *Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;Post-it 11: *Cheng Leng&lt;br /&gt;Post-it 12: *Yi Han&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we pasted the whole bunch together and left it on her table. (p.s. the F/A thingy was because she taught physics)&lt;br /&gt;How? Later she meet me at library camp when I return and scold me. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next. We went to ChuaLC's table to take her infamous sweets. We didn't dare to take at first. Then I counted 1,2,3. Then I opened the can and Yi Han took. Haha..-_-' Anyway, we went to Leeks table. Then we came up wth the idea of writing another note to Leeks which ended up something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On a piece of [his] block paper)&lt;br /&gt;We are here.&lt;br /&gt;We were here.&lt;br /&gt;We are gone.&lt;br /&gt;We will be back.&lt;br /&gt;May the force be with you--Yoda&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. Too bad didn't get to see your new hairstyle)&lt;br /&gt;Yi Han 4L04&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy 4K04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On another piece of [his] block paper)&lt;br /&gt;We are here.&lt;br /&gt;We were here.&lt;br /&gt;We are gone.&lt;br /&gt;We will be back.&lt;br /&gt;May the force be with you--Yoda&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. Too bad didn't get to see your new hairstyle)&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy 4K04&lt;br /&gt;Yi Han 4L04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the difference? Haha...to wrap everything up...we left the two notes placed under a book, together with an empty Smarties pack. Haha...the Smarties pack was from ChuaLC's can and actually Yi Han wanted to leave the half-eaten pack there but I thought there might be ants...so we emptied the pack and left the empty wrapper there. Hahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss TCHS! And its *cough cough* wonderful *cough cough* teachers. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-111729048672412509?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/111729048672412509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=111729048672412509' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111729048672412509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111729048672412509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/05/havent-blogged-for-loooooong-time.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-111671811526592398</id><published>2005-05-22T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T07:32:16.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/takequiz.php?quizname=050521103405-540615"&gt;Take My Quiz!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-111671811526592398?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/111671811526592398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=111671811526592398' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111671811526592398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111671811526592398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/05/take-my-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-111642061287317667</id><published>2005-05-18T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T20:50:16.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If you're a believer in horoscopes and you're a Gemini, here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*disclaimer. I think the fun part in horoscopes is proving how un-true they are. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For the month of May: You're in a party mood this month, and everyone knows what that means: get ready, world! While you might be opting for that chic little black number (someone define this..), just remember to be yourself and let your personality shine, instead of hiding behind someone else's idea of cool. You'll have so much more fun this way. Your Gemini characteristics seem to come out in full force this month, so you can expect a double dose of playfulness, fun and yes...mind-changing! While it's alright to be undecided, it's another thing to promise one thing and do another. Be careful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In school: Gossip alert! You seem to be on someone's tabloid hot list, and your name has been making its rounds among your classmates. Keep your cool, it'll blow over soon enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously it's not true as I am not playful, fun, and being on tabloid lists is the last thing on earth that would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one for bloodtype O: (from Jun teens mag. which actually had a poster of s..s..sly. OMG. *disgust* haha..)&lt;br /&gt;People with Type O blood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;are social butterflies. Because of their gregarious characters, they are often the life of the party and people are automatically drawn to them. Type O people are also very generous with their friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;are social leaders. When in a group of people, they tend to be the ones who make the decisions and set the pace.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;are easily influenced by the people or things around them. They are most likely to be taken in by celebrity endorsements or persuasive advertisements.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have short attention spans. They have a tendency to get easily distracted, and often abandon projects or plans halfway. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;are flexible and open to new ideas and concepts. They are also very adaptable to new environments and surroundings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can be careless with details, and less trustworthy with important tasks. Mistakes are a common occurence with Type Os, but they get away with them cause of their cheery and friendly personalities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see, it's super untrue. I'm generous with my good friends (if circumstances allow it) but since when am I a social butterfly?!?! And much less social leaders. I'm not easily taken in by celebrity endorsements because I don't like s....s...sly. Maybe persuasive advertisements yes. Haha. Short attention span? Doubt so..I think. The only projects I abandon are my computer game save files. And I go back to continuing the games after sometime to complete them. And I don't adapt to new environments well. I take a long time to open up. I dislikes changes...I often wonder why we have to leave our friends. Leave my lower sec clique, 4K(which has been a very wonderful class), leave the club(I know that sounds dumb to most of you), and departures after first three months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Today, watched the council investiture and had a lot of thoughts about it. I want to watch again next year!! Provided the exchanging gifts part was a tradition thing lah. I thought that part was extremely nice. You could see all the friendships forged and how genuine (I hope) they were. I liked the balloon that Yisheng gave too! Haha. Cause it has winnie-the-pooh. -_-' Watched a lot of it last time when I was young. Maybe if I had watched Sesame Street then my GP would not have so much trouble now. And Seb was cool as usual with his dance moves! Maybe next time we would see him during Singapore Arts Fest performing. Haha. I liked one of the visors..but forgot which one already. And. SOME people were drooling all over a few particular councilors. *ahem ahem* Alomst got drowned by sitting next to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-111642061287317667?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/111642061287317667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=111642061287317667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111642061287317667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111642061287317667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/05/if-youre-believer-in-horoscopes-and.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-111633637760443391</id><published>2005-05-17T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T21:26:17.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wee~I just realised from the talk today that I have a 'large bank of self-esteem' or something. Because, throughout the years I've been hurled insults many times. Saying stuff like childish, haven't grow up, and others. And of course the whole thing about cca. But never mind. I may be childish, but at least I'm not naive. It's better to be childish in some not-so-significant areas than have an immature mind in other areas. And in any case, what I'm doing is not against moral values or even illegal. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people tend to form their opinions based on the majority. Why? It doesn't always make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Maybe it's just pure rambling from a person-belonging-to-the-minority's point of view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-111633637760443391?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/111633637760443391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=111633637760443391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111633637760443391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111633637760443391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/05/weei-just-realised-from-talk-today.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-111625302891324882</id><published>2005-05-16T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T22:17:08.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When is overboard overboard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should stop posting one-line entries. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-111625302891324882?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/111625302891324882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=111625302891324882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111625302891324882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111625302891324882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/05/when-is-overboard-overboard-i-think-i.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-111616017716543214</id><published>2005-05-15T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T20:29:37.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wee~ My counter has reached 1k. After dunno how many years. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-111616017716543214?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/111616017716543214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=111616017716543214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111616017716543214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111616017716543214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/05/wee-my-counter-has-reached-1k.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-111614149551617421</id><published>2005-05-15T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T15:18:15.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really want to scream at my parents. They were scolding me for not doing what I was supposed to do today. Iron my uniform. I still do not see what is the difference between ironing in the morning and ironing at night. Then when I do that at night they say I do stuff last-minute. It's not like I iron my uniform tomorrow morning right?! Then of course they went on (as usual) to scold me for other things. Look, this is what I did this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;630am woke up to go and swim.&lt;br /&gt;8am bought breakfast for &lt;strong&gt;them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am reading/thinking about pw.&lt;br /&gt;10am playing&lt;br /&gt;12pm listening to long hu bang/vacuum the floor&lt;br /&gt;2pm eat lunch&lt;br /&gt;230pm got scolded by &lt;strong&gt;them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello? The house was quite messy and they blamed ME for it. And what were they doing? My mom was praying for 1hour when she woke up(at 830am) and went to the market then cooked. My father woke up at 830am too then ate breakfast then watched tv then went back to sleep. And he wakes up to find the room in a mess and blamed ME. Hello, hello. Then my mom said I should not have been doing my own things but help to do housework instead. Hello again, I swept the floor ok. And it's not like praying is not 'own things'. And my father was SLEEPING ok. And he just wakes up in a bad mood and scolds me. It's not my fault that we planned to meet online at 3pm to do pw. Which is just after they finish scolding and I'm supposed to iron my uniform, because I've lost as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. Can't stand them. Grrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-111614149551617421?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/111614149551617421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=111614149551617421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111614149551617421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111614149551617421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/05/sometimes-i-really-want-to-scream-at.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-111598736887266937</id><published>2005-05-13T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T15:28:27.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote of the day--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;u&gt;Chinese Language Elective Scholarship&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We regret to inform you that you have not been selected for the above mentioned scholarship. However, we hope that your being in the Language Elective Programme (Chinese) will further deepen your love for Chinese Language and Literature. We wish you an enjoyable journey of discovery ahead.' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot, Mole. Thanks for providing me with such a wonderful education system that has moulded me to become the sarcastic, satirical, cynical and critical person that I am today. Thanks. I deeply appreciate your continual effort and I am sure you can feel my utmost gratitude that surfaces from the downright bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Wei Zheng passed to me the wretched letter, I saw a flash of the word 'regret'. Then I wondered whether it could write "We regret to inform you that you have been selected for the above mentioned scholarship".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not all about the 1000 bucks. (or bugs.) Now I definitely can't go for the Taiwan/China immersion trip at the end of the year unless I pick up a few thousand dollars worth of cold, hard cash on the road (FYI, it's about as much chance as I would be joining track and field.) or unless my father strikes the lottery. (FYI, it's about as much chance as I would grow to like the brown pod things called cockroaches.) The point is, with the scholarship, you get to go for the trip free. And without, you don't. Initially, I was freaked out because I thought the trip was compulsory and I knew I couldn't afford to go. After that, I found out that it wasn't compulsory. You could not go and stay to be attached to the press to be a reporter. So I felt better. Anyway, I can't stay sad for long one. I'm an optimist. Max of one day and I'll be ok. (OK &lt;u&gt;doesn't mean forget&lt;/u&gt; but mean look on the brighter side of things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to all those who comforted me. Ethel, Yayan, Zuohou, Ying Hong Wei Ying, Adeline, Naga and any other person whom I've missed out...in er...no order of merit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I began to think about why I didn't get the scholarship. I mean, I was prepared for this kind of thing to happen. That was why I didn't tell my parents about it. In case it happened and my parents will be disappointed and my mom will go 'See lar, I told you to read more chinese books and less comics.' Whatever. At least I attempt to watch the news everyday during dinner. But I want to know why I didn't make it. My shortcomings...I came up with a few reasons why the adorable Mole didn't give the 1000 bugs to me. (Assuming perfect competition i.e. everyone has no shortcomings.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't take C. Lit in secondary school. Instead, I went to study about little lumps of land called volcanoes. 3/4 of the scholarship holders from our class took C. Lit in sec school. So they weren't convinced that I had enough love for Chinese.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(To t hem)I didn't have enough potential to be a good enough Chinese teacher in the future. Because I am shy and introverted. That is quite absolute rubbish. Introvert make good teachers too. Maybe it's because I said that nowadays students are more and more difficult to handle. (refer to &lt;a href="http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/04/quote-of-day-maybe-its-ego-problem.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cca is library. If it is because of this and because I'm not from some other more glamorous cca, then I would rather die than take the scholarship and apologise for choosing such a lousy cca and promise to change cca. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I AM A FREAKING DARNED B---O---Y. why. People talk about gender equality. Haha, it's so funny. They don't want to take too many boys because last year, a lot of male scholarship holders had theirs terminated after one year so they didn't want to waste their 1000 bugs on the unfortunately wretched male species of &lt;em&gt;homo sapiens (read Animorphs)&lt;/em&gt;. And they just made a freaking huge and obvious fallacy. Overgeneralization. This information came from Wei Zheng. Talk about equality of the sexes. Heh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I have to thank Mole again. Do keep up your good work at changing your education policies more often than people change sex partners. (note: incessant rambling on my part) And please keep the string of new warped and highly-ineffective, -inefficient, unfeasible policies coming! They give me something to do in my free time: Ridiculing at the ridiculous policies and worrying for my juniors the young ones who will suffer under these absoloooootely wonderrrrrrrrrrfuLL policies. Oh, and using my vivid imagination to imagine what the world will be like in the future. Everyone would be carrying a half-bucketful water on each shoulder--one bucket from England, one bucket from China. Or even better, only half-bucketful of water from England on one shoulder and being unable to balance properly, trip and fall and die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Muhahaahahahaha. Maybe it's better for me to stay in Singapore to be attached to the press to write articles. I like writing zuo wen(s) to laugh at the policies come up by Yours Truly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks Mole! I will definitely have an enjoyable journey of discovery ahead-discovering how bureaucratic Yours Truly is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=) (please do not think I am a weak and fragile person who has nil EQ and AQ. It's normal to feel down when the impact hits you. As you can see [very] clearly from this entry, I'm ok now.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-111598736887266937?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/111598736887266937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=111598736887266937' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111598736887266937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111598736887266937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/05/quote-of-day-chinese-language-elective.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-111590680129556051</id><published>2005-05-12T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T22:06:41.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yayay. The school wasnt TCHS. Anyway, I feel the same way as what the LEP teacher today. For certain stuff you really can't bear to allow others to speak bad about. Sometimes it's not about yourself but stuff like school, nation.(talk about national loyalty and sense of belonging...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the NYGH girls and TCHS boys fighting at story-telling competition and wolverine claws, sometimes I feel indignant when my father says I should try to go RJC instead of HCJC. Then I would be like, HELLO?!?!?! I will DIE there because my english sucks. Ok la, more so the english environment. And he's telling me to go there cause he hears RJ is better than HC. Dunno whether it's true, but he should not base his opinions on hearsay like that. Hmph. Especially when he doesn't mean it. Like he would just say-say only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...in the past...well, actually now also. I hate it when I hear people putting down my cca. Be it current cca or previous cca. *cough, cough* Nobody has any right to put down any cca just because it's not a sport. That's super unfair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-111590680129556051?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/111590680129556051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=111590680129556051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111590680129556051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111590680129556051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/05/yayay.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-111581775692866906</id><published>2005-05-11T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T21:22:36.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Extra! Extra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News of a teacher teaching around Bukit Timah Area in a boys' school molesting student has been heard. Can it be the infamous TCHS? *gasps* Which other school can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-M-G. Pray its not TCHS. Pray. Though quite useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz it would mean that the teacher is gay. Omg. Because (unfortunately) usually only males do these kind of stuff. Unless it's a female this time. *double gasp* Do stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-111581775692866906?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/111581775692866906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=111581775692866906' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111581775692866906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111581775692866906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/05/extra-extra-news-of-teacher-teaching.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-111564077607055399</id><published>2005-05-09T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T20:12:56.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wee~ I finally tidied up my worksheets already. Normally I would take out all the unused worksheets from my file when clearing it (yes I actually clear it) and dump them in a section of my shelf. Then just now I classified them according to subjects. LEP, Chem, Maths, Econs, GP, Miscellaneous/Rubbish. Then when I sifted through the Miscellaneous/Rubbish, I found that 90% of them were PW stuff. -_- The other 10% were school notices about EEP and such. I felt inclined to say that the miscellaneous stuff consisted of school notices only. (and thus PW=rubbish) Haha. But it's not lah. Just that before the questions came out we thought it was a rubbishy period. Haven't done the group proposal yet. *declares proudly* I'm an efficient group leader ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spastic (Chem) Spa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-111564077607055399?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/111564077607055399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=111564077607055399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111564077607055399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111564077607055399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/05/wee-i-finally-tidied-up-my-worksheets.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-111529613617066446</id><published>2005-05-05T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T20:28:56.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I was almost squashed to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, on bus 157, upon boarding the bus, I sat down innocently at those kind of horizontal 3-seater on the bus. Those which are on both sides and you face the person sitting opposite you. I was listening to my discman, song Aurora by Angela Zhang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was peaceful and serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the....I mean a...(might be 'it')..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extremely obese woman with trotter-like hands and legs. Her fats were those saggy type which shook with every movement. And wobbled vigorously when she walked. She came to sit beside me. She came to sit down HEAVILY beside me. I bounced. As in, on those SBS buses, when another person sits down beside you, sometimes you will feel your seat inflate a little then deflate to normal again. But I BOUNCED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, what's more, her equally fat friend came along and the fat pig beside me heaved herself up a bit to make space for her friend. (And a lot of space, too) She SQUEEZED in my direction and left me with very little space...I think I only took up 1/2 a seat out of 3 seats. So both pigs combined took up 2.5 seats. Each pig took up 1.25 seats. I suspect the figure was higher. Anyway, throughout the bus journey, I was half-squashed, half-squeezed and almost dropping out of the seat. You know those kind of seats have a small bar at the side that is empty at the bottom? My leg was being pushed under the bar already. Yihan suggested getting up to change seats but I think I couldn't get up even if I tried. I could feel the warmth emitting from her nice armpits. The warmth was condensing on my arm and forming a little pool of sweat soon. Luckily they got off the bus first, before my stop. I could feel myself gasping for breath when they left. I mean, if you are fat, never mind lah. But please try to be considerate can?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I wear size 40 shirt and size 31 pants and weigh 45kg then you can squash me. Thin people are living beings leh, don't try to squash them to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cooperation is deeply appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-111529613617066446?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/111529613617066446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=111529613617066446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111529613617066446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111529613617066446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/05/today-i-was-almost-squashed-to-death.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7788658.post-111521013485647542</id><published>2005-05-04T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T20:35:34.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today during maths lecture, a certain heartwarming scene was displayed in front of us, in front of the whole LT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain person helped Yayan to claim her well-deserved Kit-kat from the maths lecturer for pointing out a mistake on the visualizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*one, two, three*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWW SO SWEET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yucks. Haha. Anyway, PW lesson today waas sring. (sring=sian+boring) Sounds like sirui. Never mind that...the main objective of this post is to report about the AWWWW SO SWEET!!! part. People who didn't catch this absoloooootely fantastic tear-jerking scene should ask me about it. Actually you can ask Wei Zheng also. Hahahaha. Oops. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-111521013485647542?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/111521013485647542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=111521013485647542' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111521013485647542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111521013485647542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/05/today-during-maths-lecture-certain.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-111512366322067410</id><published>2005-05-03T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T20:34:23.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day, a group of mice decided they were bored and wanted to travel out of their mousehole.&lt;br /&gt;Mouse A: Let's go to Cornwall!&lt;br /&gt;Mouse B: Ok! We go tomorrow! This is organised by me as I've only planned the date! Must go arh~&lt;br /&gt;Mouse C: Ok, since it's organised by you, I shall inform all the mice of the trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On the day of the event-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mice reach Cornwall and started eating corn, duh~ Mouse B saw some cats eating cheese and went over out of curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;Mouse B: Hi! Why are you eating cheese? I thought you were supposed to eat mice.&lt;br /&gt;Cats: We're eating them so that you mice have nothing left to eat and thus will die! Then we can eat you all! Clever right? You want to join us?&lt;br /&gt;Mouse B: Wah! So clever! (looks around for orchid) Ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mouse B and some other mice goes to eat cheese-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouse A+C:Where's B? I thought this was planned by her!! How come she's gone to eat cheese instead of corn...so corny!!!&lt;br /&gt;The other mice  eating corn: Whatever....you can't blame them lah. Mice like to eat cheese by nature mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~end of story~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me what it means if you don't know. Then again, try asking me. I might tell you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway no one is blaming anyone lah. Just that I feel a bit yi2 han4. (raphael you don't have to comment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. Why some people like that? Say that those people who use 'raffia' to tie their blouses(the plural is not blice right? since mouse-mice...then again, house-houses. ok.) look like balloon. Don't like that lah...after all we are all part of the HC fAmily...we come here to take the A-level exAminations only...though some come here to take humAnities program lah. People late a bit only don't have to say them balloon right. we also never say you have about 100 grammar mistakes after talking for about 1 minute. oops! I just did right. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-111512366322067410?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/111512366322067410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=111512366322067410' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111512366322067410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111512366322067410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-day-group-of-mice-decided-they.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7788658.post-111509495945391800</id><published>2005-05-03T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T12:37:25.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE PW~! Ethel too. But she loves it for a different reason from me. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Right. I so disagree that blogging is wrong, amidst all the rubbishy arguments against youngsters keeping an online diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping a blog does not neccessarily means keeping an online diary. So you have no reason to go around complaining that teenagers nowadays would rather show their diary(something considered very private) to the rest of the Internet world than their parents. In any case, to most people, a blog is something like an online diary but the point is the stuff they write is not something like a diary. At least, it's not as private as a diary. So it's not that they would rather share they private thoughts with someone they know than their parents or something. Besides, we didn't lock our parents out from our blog right? It's not our fault if they are computer-illiterate ok. I'm not stopping my parents if they want (and know how) to read this rubbish I'm writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the government is complaining that we teens are not speaking up right? Hello harebrains, a blog is DA purrrfect place to voice our dissatisfactions and complaints. So shut up about 'blogging is evil'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blogging can help in language ok. Although my english is still as rubbishy as ever. And although I admit that a lot of people do blog in teensy language. (I admit I was like that but obviously I've gotten over it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging has nothing, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I think)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to do with meeting new people, unlike IRC and stuff. I don't go on IRC now anyways. And it's not like keeping a blog will help you meet new people. What, you sign up with blogger, and poof! A stranger comes out and say hi? Rubbish. People can only read your blog if they KNOW the url ok. Unless they blog-hop,skip,jump to other places. And provided you are stupid enough to announce your contact details to the whole world so that they can come and harass you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find it ironic that parents are warning us about the dangers of using the Internet too much. Especially those who are computer-illiterate. How can you warn someone about something's &lt;em&gt;dangers&lt;/em&gt; when you know nuts about it? It means you're hearing from other people. I thought they taught us in primary school that to &lt;em&gt;dao4 ting1 tu2 shuo1&lt;/em&gt; is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging has nothing wrong. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was sitting at a neighbouring table to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Michelle Chia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shaun Chen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! (and some of their non-celebrity friends, don't be scandalous.) he had her hair tied into a bun and she was very pretty in person. Shaun looked buffer but he wasn't clean-shaven(on purpose?) and I thought he looked quite awful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7788658-111509495945391800?l=jammerjammies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/feeds/111509495945391800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7788658&amp;postID=111509495945391800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111509495945391800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7788658/posts/default/111509495945391800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammerjammies.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-love-pw-ethel-too.html' title=''/><author><name>iCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960839681016285396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
