<?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-8204699</id><updated>2011-09-29T06:38:17.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poetry in motion</title><subtitle type='html'>james guk is my name
guk and duck is not the same
everybody thinks i am lame
well... that ain't my aim

i aim to be successful
in my own rule
in my own school
in everyway i wanna be too

feel free to tag
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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/2147632351938790943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/2147632351938790943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2011/01/such-useless-friend-all-i-have-are.html' title=''/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-8082279482644298482</id><published>2011-01-28T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T20:00:08.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't even know what im doing with my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is sad they can't get to their exchange places while im confused i din even get one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone wants to change their roles as ogl's or wadeva when i din even get selected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is talking about their own businesses when i don't even have a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is going for all the damn outings when im held out with shit at hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studies catching up with me again despite starting 1 month early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry im too lousy to be in any of your leagues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really really really feel like buying a pack of ciggs and just kill myself slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im fucking jaded with my life i really dread waking up sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear God please help me if you will... im just drained and i have no clue whats my purpose in life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-8082279482644298482?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204699.post-5383838503915888263</id><published>2010-09-27T02:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T02:42:17.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remnants awaiting disposal</title><content type='html'>On hindsight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made you lose so much you don't deserve to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old pictures of you and them are testament to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry, maybe I should not have gone for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you will still keep your friends, and I will get over my sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everything might be better than how it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you will not keep wanting and needing to start a fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as everything else is going right now, I still believe you had your reasons for how you treated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am at fault, probably you have high expectations for your loved one because you need so to love more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall short of the expectations, severely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, saying I've been really trying to meet them may not seem good enough for you I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case, I feel remorseful for how things are now with you and them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just hope that one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone can put everything to the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And be friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know things will never be the same again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lying to myself if I say that I can forget the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, things will never be the same again. With you, with me, with everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is life I guess? A facet of it that we have to embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you have your close group of friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are always willing to support you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind you bitching to them about me, about my bad things, if it would make you feel better in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it would make you feel the world is a fair place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it would make you feel loved by someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I know I am not the one to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one to you is probably the one you are willing to sacrifice for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And able to meet all your expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you will find the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will be happier ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you deserve better than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never read this, but well, I would say I was naive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To really really believe that one day we will get married, that things will work out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I can be the lucky guy to bring you to Disney lands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I can be the lucky guy to bring our family to USS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its a learning journey for me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the gripes of reality just hit me that ideals do not exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O well, the rantings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all else fails, theres only these things I pray for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stay healthy, to stay happy, to be saved one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-5383838503915888263?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5383838503915888263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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to what I believe is causing trouble... sorry for inconvenience caused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dam its been... two years since I last posted in this blog... immersed in nostalgia... haha the past is sure interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-386339166532501746?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/386339166532501746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=386339166532501746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/386339166532501746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/386339166532501746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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and Wei Chien for not being able to go watch Harry Potter and make you all can't watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry Ms Low for being insensitive to your feelings during graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, I want to say sorry to Kelvin, whom I have never met but already pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know why?! Because I am a fucking lazy person and can't wake up at the right fucking time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started the night before graduation. Wanted to make a proper speech overnight, ended up whoring about. Din sleep. Then graduation I actually forgot to thank Ms Low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I reach home, I wanted to meet this guy Kelvin at 8 to buy a double pedal. In the end, the fucking alarm clock din wake me up and i woke up at 10. Kelvin, whom I met through classified adds, called and sounded quite angry alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Zhi Wei and Wei Chien's trip to watch Harry Potter has been screwed by me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the bottom line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FUCKING SUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-113241282199932472?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/113241282199932472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=113241282199932472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/113241282199932472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/113241282199932472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-sorry-zhi-wei-and-wei-chien-for.html' title=''/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-113220410455577003</id><published>2005-11-17T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T13:08:24.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guo Mei Mei</title><content type='html'>I was enscounced on the comfortable toilet bowl yesterday night when I heard Guo Mei Mei's new single on the TV near the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was a hell of an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fresh fibre was about to breathe new air when the "MAI YA HEEE, MAI YA HOOO, MAI YA HOOO, MAI YA HA HA" pierced through my glass toilet wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, peristalsis seemed to be inversed and my shit went all the way back in. My hair stood on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... BU PA BU PA HEI, BU PA BU PA HEI, BU PA BU PA BU PA HEI..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG... for everyone's sake can she or the company think of better lyrics or sing properly?! For instance, the part should go "MAI YA HEE, MAI YA HOO, MAI YA HAAA, MAI YA HAA HAA." On the real song, dragostea din tei. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the Mice love big rice was not that bad, but this... Omg... Seriously it ruined my impression of the great track man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 seconds passeed, well, the advertisement ended finally. And the next moment, HIANGG...BRAK BRAK BRAK..... drip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha watever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-113220410455577003?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/113220410455577003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=113220410455577003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/113220410455577003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/113220410455577003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/11/guo-mei-mei.html' title='Guo Mei Mei'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-113141822186085778</id><published>2005-11-08T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T10:50:21.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reply to tags</title><content type='html'>The creator of the tag can't post on his own tag, like so damn cool right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e fun:&lt;br /&gt;SHIT!! I can't find it!! Nvm ask you about it another time! Thanks for informing!&lt;br /&gt;Amerz:&lt;br /&gt;Yea... duno lah, heck the speech for now, gonna do it wif daniel on that day haha!&lt;br /&gt;x.l. naggy:&lt;br /&gt;Mm... sort of ba, but you see if 10+ classes make formal speeches won't it bore the heck out of you? Anyway our class will be the third last making e speech haha don't think they will care that much anyway!&lt;br /&gt;Samuel:&lt;br /&gt;LEARN STREETCAR, HELENA, AEROPLANE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Daniel:&lt;br /&gt;Lei hai da shui chiong?&lt;br /&gt;Yanling:&lt;br /&gt;you are cool... its are, not is, because when you use you you are referring to the singular tense, therefore everything after it must be in singular... i am like, so prepared for english tomorrow haha&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;My name is su xing, you left out the ing.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee hee -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-113141822186085778?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/113141822186085778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=113141822186085778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/113141822186085778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/113141822186085778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/11/reply-to-tags.html' title='Reply to tags'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-113141776314019128</id><published>2005-11-08T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T10:42:43.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I pissed Ms Stella John Off</title><content type='html'>Ok once again due to my efficiency I am wreaking havoc in school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And due to my inability to be responsible and collect money asap, there, I am now the last class that has not gave the school 350 bucks. And according to Ms Low, well, Ms John is pissed off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great, pissed myself off as well... You collect money in the midst of O's... Oh ya but you will argue like "YOU CBK FU NV COLLECT BEFORE O'S!" and I will just go lilke "...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of bullcrap... Just hope this shit will be over by Wednesday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually its alright to get really pissed off with your school after leaving, because the more pissed you are with it, the less you will miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on man! PISS ME OFF WHILE YOU CAN! hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streetcar by Funeral for a friend IS DAM NICE. Its so nice that, if clinkz heard it while windwalking he will be stunned and stop its windwalk and drop its skadi it is holding onto...K lah not funny, but its really nice... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Dota has a new hero, and he looks quite jian as usual, those kind of heroes who can escape death etc... my style haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck for the remaining 9 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-113141776314019128?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/113141776314019128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=113141776314019128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/113141776314019128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/113141776314019128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-i-pissed-ms-stella-john-off.html' title='And I pissed Ms Stella John Off'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-113091256710374260</id><published>2005-11-02T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T14:22:47.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A smart day</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 9 a.m. yesterday, fresh and awake, prepared for a day of mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed my bag, Mariam Chong, some E Maths. Wore some grey shirt, with my never changing sports collection three quarters. Left for bus 100, bringing me straight to City Hall. Alighted near SOGO and walked to CityLink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the shops were closed, there were quite few people around compared to the other times I have been to City Hall. Walked my way to the passage to Esplanade. On the way I stopped to look at some of the art works (but not knowing a shit about what it is about). I like the pathway to Esplanade, because its always changing, everytime you visit esplanade you will have something new to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I finally arrived at esplanade, good stuff, went up to the Esplanade library, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos yesterday was Deepavali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was thinking, no wonder my Dad was not working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-113091256710374260?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/113091256710374260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=113091256710374260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/113091256710374260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/113091256710374260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/11/smart-day.html' title='A smart day'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-112849321411745972</id><published>2005-10-05T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:20:14.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fruits for lunch</title><content type='html'>Ate one whole meal of fruits yesterday, worth around 1.90 i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an apple, 2 large wedges of papaya, 2 slices of mangoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleanse my duodenum and ileum and rectum...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-112849321411745972?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/112849321411745972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=112849321411745972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/112849321411745972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/112849321411745972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/10/fruits-for-lunch.html' title='fruits for lunch'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-112807566836661980</id><published>2005-09-30T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:21:08.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i copy from Daniel</title><content type='html'>ok my com is pissing me off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my msn spoilt, and I have use my brother's. Unfortunately, his laptop screwed up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I can't use web messenger because of some stupid shitty pop up blocker that does not block pop ups. The pop ups still appear but with nothing on it. And it pisses me off because that means I can't open new windows from links like web messenger or tag on people's flooble chat box because the window that appears does to input the shit into the board. Dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I think Dota will lag like heck on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK NO MORE DOTA. Because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'ssssss.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea gotto start to mug I am afraid. Mr Ng Boon Kiat (Wth, I type Ng Bun Kiat at frist) gave us a headstart scare that we are not as well prepared as last year's batch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shall now copy Daniel and analyse my results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my English was never well-done actually, I tried my best, I am satisfied with it. But I will not tolerate this going on. I have to improve it. Any suggestions other than reading books and practicing papers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realise the importance of this paper I took last year. It really made me feel much better. So sec 3's, OWN THIS PAPER! ITS A MUST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higher Chinese: C6 (51.5/100)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok you can now see the contrast haha!! Actually I am damn happy I passed. My tian xie ci yu and zong he tian kong only got 1 correct out of 10 words am I like pro? But I shouldn't complain, I am one of the lucky people that pass this test. And guess what, Daryl passed it as well and did better than me! But Don met an "e4 yun4" and failed. Hope Mr Lu will help him and other people like Kim Keat pass just as Lard passed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Maths: A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This paper is vital man. I must thank God for helping me get this grade, (My paper one scored 49 1/2 upon 80, so it was damn freaky) as my Paper two pulled me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Maths: C5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo.. contrast. But well, alot of people did badly, and guess they will moderate 1 or 2 grades, so I dun care much. But I aim A1 for O's cos maths is the only subject that you can secure two subjects in the L1R5 (You can't takte Geog core and geog elect...you can't take higher chinese and chinese... but you can take maths and higher maths!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: B3 (68/100)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must really thank Ms Tan for this. Ms Tan Jen Fee. I drew this polymer (I would wish to show it, but I can't find my camera liao, shit...) with a H that was a lil' lightly shaded, and she marked me wrong despite it being correct. Also, got one question on redox pissed me off too. I thank Ms Tan because she refuse to gave me the marks, to pull up to A2 hopefully, and it was thus an impetus for me to mug harder for chem in O's. THANK YOU MS TAN!! THANKS ALOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics: A2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics had always been my forte. But well, I will focus more on it and be less over confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology: C5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theory of the inverse proportionate muggestry of biology has been proven. It states that your biology marks are almost inversly proportional to the amount of time spend studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah thats bullcrap lah, bio requires ring of luck available at the neopets secret shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah thats bullcrap as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanes: C6 (52/100, 28 for SS, 25 for lit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no comments. I was not pissed at all about this. Wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography: Borderline A1!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really made me chill with relief. I had to use this humanes other than the combined one. Thank you Mrs Ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall:&lt;br /&gt;L1R5: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after all its just prelims, I just did a rather average score (below maybe?). Shouldn't feel happy or sad, just a aga aga gauge of my studies. Those who scored badly, I hope you won't be put down, there is still time to make a come back! Remember Brazil against that, that country which I forgot? They seriously won in the last few minute! So Don't give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six pointers, keep up the good work, and dun screw up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-112807566836661980?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/112807566836661980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=112807566836661980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/112807566836661980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/112807566836661980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-copy-from-daniel.html' title='i copy from Daniel'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-112800138513411260</id><published>2005-09-29T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T21:43:05.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 5 mark deduction technique</title><content type='html'>There is a great way to create satisfaction amongst prelim sec 4 students with unsatisfactory results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, after marking all papers, teachers should purposely find fault in questions such that 5 marks are deducted from each pupil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the students received their papers, they will be feeling, well, pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after going through all the papers, the teacher should just announce, "Since everyone did so badly, everyone gets 5 marks moderation!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, cool, so everyone jumps a grade. No more hustle over those freakin' 2 or 3 marks gap from a grade. But those scoring like, 69, having gotton 74, might still kao bei to get the marks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, I think it will help make alot of people happy right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I added 3 c's to my scores. c6 for chinese and combined humanes, c5 for a maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I pro....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, so I am counting on geog tomorrow. Wish me luck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-112800138513411260?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/112800138513411260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=112800138513411260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/112800138513411260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/112800138513411260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/09/5-mark-deduction-technique.html' title='the 5 mark deduction technique'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-112792202910435315</id><published>2005-09-28T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T23:40:29.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dota</title><content type='html'>Ok I am seriously hooked onto dota...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandaron Battlemaster rulez man! Although thats the only freakin hero I know how to use, it still rapes ass (for me, having 2 kills is considered raping).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, according to the guide, first buy ring of regeneration then two iron wood branches. Farm the barn, get boots of speed cum gloves of haste, then get nike shoes. After that, farm the barn like siao till you muster 2150 gold, then get the sickening irritating evil blink dagger. After that, aim for Sange and Yasha, and if time still prevails, get a cranium basher or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strategy? See you opponents shooting arrows etc? Or menacing mages out there? Just hid a little while, when you are close enough, blink, thunder clap, whack whack whack. If thats not good enough, Primal split, stun using boulder throw, whack, taunt, whack, cyclone, by then should change back to normal, thunder clap again. Whack whack whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway, my blog's going for renovation, will be back in a new site soon I hope. Expect new features, more interactivity and much more, only on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j-rummer-interactive.blogspot.com (Under construction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eng b4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e maths a 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics a 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-112792202910435315?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/112792202910435315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=112792202910435315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/112792202910435315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/112792202910435315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/09/dota.html' title='dota'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-112627795710931396</id><published>2005-09-09T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T22:59:17.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Physically Ready</title><content type='html'>Physics and James: A simple guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay Formulae:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed: v = d/t (m/s)&lt;br /&gt;Velocity: v=s/t (m/s)&lt;br /&gt;Acceleration: a = (u-v)/t (m/s^2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Force: F=ma (Newton: N, kg/ms^2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Density: r=m/V (kg/m^3, g/cm^3 Þ 1000kg/m^3=1g/cm^3)&lt;br /&gt;Weight: W=mg (N)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment = F x d (Nm)&lt;br /&gt;Work: W=F x s (Nm, 1J=1Nm)&lt;br /&gt;Energy:&lt;br /&gt; Gravitational Potential NRG: E(p)=mgh (J)&lt;br /&gt; Kinetic NRG: E(k)=(1/2)mv^2 (J)&lt;br /&gt; E=IVt (J)&lt;br /&gt;Power: P=W/t=E/t (Watt, J/s)&lt;br /&gt; P=IV (W)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressure: &lt;br /&gt;p=F/A (Pascal: Pa, N/m^2)&lt;br /&gt; p=hrg (Pa)&lt;br /&gt; P(1)V(1) = P(2)V(2) (Bubble size)&lt;br /&gt; P(y)=P(x) &lt;br /&gt; F(y)/A(y)=F(x)/A(x)&lt;br /&gt; F(y)=(F(x)/A(x)) x A(y) (Hydraulic Pump)&lt;br /&gt; pµ1/V (Gas, small volume, big pressure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temp:&lt;br /&gt; q/°C=T/K-273&lt;br /&gt; q/°C=(X(unknown)-X(0))/(X(100)-X(0)) x 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat:&lt;br /&gt; C=Q/Dq (J/K or J/°C)&lt;br /&gt; c=(1/m)(Q/Dq) (J/Kg K or J/Kg °C)&lt;br /&gt; L(f/v)=l(f/v) x m (l(f/v) in J/kg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wave:&lt;br /&gt; T=1/¦ (s)&lt;br /&gt; v=¦l (m/s, Hertz=1 complete wave in 1 second)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light:&lt;br /&gt; n=(sin i)/(sin r) (Snell’s law)&lt;br /&gt; n=c/v (c=3x10^8 in vacuum)&lt;br /&gt; n=(real depth)/(apparent depth)&lt;br /&gt; n=1/(sin c) (c=critical angle)&lt;br /&gt; sin c=1/n (°)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linear magnification: m=v/u=h(i)/h(o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electricity:&lt;br /&gt; C=6.25 x 10^18&lt;br /&gt; Charge on electron or proton = 1.6 x 10^(-19) coloumbs&lt;br /&gt; I=Q/t (A)&lt;br /&gt; V=W/Q (V)&lt;br /&gt; E(e.m.f.)=W/Q (V)&lt;br /&gt; R=V/I (W, Ohm’s law) &lt;br /&gt; Rµl/A&lt;br /&gt; R=r(l/A)&lt;br /&gt; r=R(A/l) (Resistivity, Wm)&lt;br /&gt; P=IV&lt;br /&gt; E=IVt&lt;br /&gt; 1 kwh = 1000W x (60 x 60)s = 3.6MJ (Mega = 1 x 10^6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformer:&lt;br /&gt; V(s)/V(p) = N(s)/N(p)&lt;br /&gt; I(s)V(s)=I(p)V(p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Einstein: &lt;br /&gt; E=mc^2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any missing stuff, please tag on my board? I need to know too haha. Some symbols din appear, like density, and this µ here is inversely proportional... Yea more to come for other subs I hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-112627795710931396?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/112627795710931396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=112627795710931396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/112627795710931396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/112627795710931396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/09/be-physically-ready.html' title='Be Physically Ready'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loner sitting at the corner near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toilets... prominent stench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet neutralised by the workload laid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unzipped bag, forked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out dad's black jacket, oversized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sloppy outfit. warm overwhelmed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cold bearable... concentration summoned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english maths social studies chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.30, no return, empty roads out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through transparent window with an "m"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stranded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for 7 hours, till SBS awakens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;struggled with tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and two sachets of sugar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;previous coffee wearing off, eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closing... every so slightly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concentration wearing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;empty macs now, sparse customers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and studying people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloodshot eyes shut down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mental breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;triceps as pillows, lay down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to rest in the midst of channel "M"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sleep came, caffeine tortuous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a sausage mcmuffin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stripped jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;packed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zombie on zombie road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for bus in the full moon, ironic morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-112454607114543665?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204699.post-112324928103105012</id><published>2005-08-05T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T21:41:21.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the five people you meet in heaven</title><content type='html'>i can't help but post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mitch albom is one of the most heart pricking writers i ever read of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should read this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-112324928103105012?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/112324928103105012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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quieten down to study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel so f-up'ed nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall be happy... I don't care man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall prove all the teachers who look down on me wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks patronising my blog. Its almost one year already I tink haha. Well, closing it for... a few months... But will be back by end of November. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all reading this, best of luck for ur final year exams! To sec 4's, ALL THE BEST FOR PRELIMS AND O's!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-112193515911909750?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/112193515911909750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=112193515911909750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/112193515911909750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/112193515911909750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-closure.html' title='blog closure'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-112152757826518255</id><published>2005-07-16T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T23:34:11.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TJC gig!</title><content type='html'>For some stupid reason, I can't tag on my own board.. mm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I want to thank all those that came to watch. Especially those that went to support us, xinrong yanling mabel etc... then I would like to thank EUGENE and his stead YI XIU!!!! WIthout them this will not be possible! They are like one year younger than me but they can organise stuff man!! If the job to organise the thing was pushed to me, it will end up like shit, like the 3k outing hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall put an temporary stop to such stuff... for my own good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when o's are over.. muahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have alot of targets to meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o's first... first come first serve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAN 9 A1's!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, last year I have only... 1 I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to buck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some study tips that I guess might help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"http://www.homeworkspot.com/tips/preparingforexam.htm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of term exams are coming up so it's a good time to start getting ready. Although most students would prefer to not think about an exam until the night before, you'll be in much better shape if you get a head start on studying. Here are a couple of suggestions that should help: &lt;br /&gt;Prepare a study sheet for each exam. Study sheets should include reading summaries, class notes and handouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend time either typing or neatly writing the study sheets. In the process of completing them, you will be giving yourself a thorough review of the material on which you'll be tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the study sheets are completed, don't try to memorize them. Instead, &lt;b&gt;read through your study sheets three times daily.&lt;/b&gt; A consistent habit of reading through them will help you remember the facts and ideas come test time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"http://www.learningcommons.uoguelph.ca/ByFormat/OnlineResources/Fastfacts/LearningFastfacts/Fastfacts-Exams.html"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use the Instructor and Teaching Assistant as Resources &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the semester and particularly as exams approach, see the instructor or TA for assistance with any content you don't understand. If they have scheduled a review class, go prepared with questions to ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Verbalize information instead of reading silently: this increases sensory input to the brain.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Re-organize the course material in a logical way - how do the concepts fit together? Try creating a 'concept map.' &lt;br /&gt;Teach the material to someone else. This is one of the best ways to learn it yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Use the 3R's: Read, Write, Recite the material.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Involve physical movement or senses where appropriate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"http://www.yorku.ca/cdc/lsp/eponline/exam6.htm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to determine a clear goal for what you want to accomplish for the learning session. This may assist you in focusing your attention on the specific tasks at hand, one by one, and provide you with important feedback about your progress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to focus on the task at hand and avoid looking into the potential longer term consequences of doing well or poorly which often leads to catastrophizing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reduce anxiety associated with the time following a study session, you might take a physical break to help you reduce the symptoms of stress and to peak your alertness and energy. You might also want to end each study session with an overview of a section to boost your sense of completion and confidence. As well, you might find studying early in the term to be less anxiety-provoking because of the reduced amount last minute study you have to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel anxious because of the poor state of your notes, you might try borrowing a friend's notes to fill in where there are gaps in your notes or use a tape recorder to keep up with professors who don't allow questions or who move too quickly. At all times try to keep your notes organized by date and look for the main ideas for each lecture as they relate to the course outline. Notes that you make from the text should reflect the organization of the ideas presented in the text. Consider using the Cornell style of notes which includes a margin for questions, comments, and key words which are used to trigger larger chunks of information. Finally, don't leave your notes until the end of the term to find that your notes are incomplete: instead, review the notes regularly through the term to clarify and complete them and then review the portions which are not clear with the Prof. or TA or a classmate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reducing Anxiety in Exam Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some students even find it helpful to set mini-breaks at specified points during the exam during which they close their eyes, relax their hands and do deep breathing exercises. Even thirty seconds can help bring down your symptoms of stress if you use one of the various relaxation strategies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At all times try to focus on the process of answering the question rather than on the end result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea... this are the few tips I dug out from e net... not too bad I guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-112152757826518255?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/112152757826518255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=112152757826518255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/112152757826518255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/112152757826518255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/07/tjc-gig.html' title='TJC gig!'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-112132674307387811</id><published>2005-07-14T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T15:39:03.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Gig</title><content type='html'>Hope its successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TJC tomorrow. For the IP People... I am the luckiest guy in the world to be able to play a gig at my age I think! yea I know there are like hundreds of younger bands out there gigging liaoz, but well, never thought one would be me haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feature of tomorrow would be Fall To Pieces. I enjoy playing it, but I will not if I screw up. SO I BETTER NOT Screw up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after tomorrow, I guess I will have a temporary cordonation from my drumset and jamming. I want to do well for exams and enjoy jamming further next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Chinese Comprehension test was really a wake up call. The passage talked about looking at the mirror in ur heart instead of the one next to your drawer of gel and wax. I did so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I realised I wasn't what I wanted to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not in the career sense, I guess its more of the attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not behaving the way I want myself to behave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I tried to change that since sec 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that sucks. Just shows what a failure I have been really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-112132674307387811?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/112132674307387811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=112132674307387811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/112132674307387811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/112132674307387811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/07/second-gig.html' title='Second Gig'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-112092156278938968</id><published>2005-07-09T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T23:06:02.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's borned equal?</title><content type='html'>Is is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well you see, I tink that throughout your life, you will end up "equal" with everyone. Yea, you argue that some end up as beggars some as COE's. But well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, if life was like DOTA(For those who don't know, just take it as an RPG game), you go through life gaining experience every single second about the things you take notice on. For example, in school, you can choose to "train" your studies or spend time training bball on the courts. Outcome of the day, you either remember a theory better, or manage to do that half moon layup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say, today you can earn 700 exp points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend 300 on studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;400 on bball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, you could spend 500 on studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 900 on bball (Staying back after school chiong homework then go play bball til 7 o clock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, since u used more exp points then what u used, the -200 exp points will be deducted from your energy. You become dam tired. So you have to sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its like, you get me? Everyday, we are equally learning and experiencing in a relative amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are much much much more aspects in which you can spend your exp points on. Like frienship, steads, soccer, drums, using internet, reading newspaper etc etc. Every single activity in life adds as an activity, even slacking and daydreaming (When you are slacking, you are saving energy. When you day dream, you are improving your creativity etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all these ultimately adds up to your life. You may argue some live till 70, some live till 90. But think about it, those who live till 70 must have died of reasons, like unhealthy diet. But in the midst of enjoying the greasy tasty food, he is spending his exp points on enjoying his life. The dude living till 90 may have saved all these experience points to so call have a "healthy" lifestyle, by not eating maggi noodles and potato chips, but he doesn't know how delicious unhealthy food gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, PLEASE do not misunderstand, I am not saying you should have an unhealthy diet and eat all the shit you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then people argue. How about those born mentally unstable, those born pre-destined to be diseased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think, that they spend their exp points treasuring their life, their loved ones for those are the ones who will do so. Imagine if now you are told you will die in two years time, won't you treasure your friends and family? As for those mentally unstable, letssay, mentally challenged like down syndrome people, they may not have a chance to get married, enjoy the pleasures of life etc, but, their ignorance turns into bliss about the world around them. Its as if the world is simpler and more carefree, despite being difficult. They spend their exp. points enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I believe that there are some people who overuse their exp points, till they affect the lifes of others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking pregnant ladies. They spend their exp points getting high, spend so dam much that the exp points have to be drained from the child, causing it to have deformities, health problems or even death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the beggar dies, he may be thinking, I have done many things in my life, although I did not do well in studies, find good jobs, please my family members, I did get to play basketball, enjoy ponning lessons with friends, having the joy of brotherhood in a gang, learning lessons the hard way, but enjoy a carefree stress free chill-always life. Yes, I end up a beggar, but its all these experience that only I uniquely experience, and no other person have experience the same as I did, that make me end up like this. Therefore, I have no regrets, I am still unique ending my life as a beggar. Although I had so much fun, I did not fulfill my dreams though... haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the CEO dies, he may be thinking, shit lah, I spend so much time studying, I never had a stead in primary school. Never got that feeling. Then in order to be good in the company, I spend so much time working. I did not have time to chill, I never gotten drunk before. I may have travelled wide and far, but those are business trips, which are stressful and un-enjoyable. Yet however, I live a life of high standards, with a big house, beautiful wife, children and many more. And I am the CEO of the company, printed to the pages of its history. Its all these experiences that only I uniquely experience, and no other person have experience the same as I did, that make me end up like this. Therefore, I have no regrets, I am still uniquely ending my life as a CEO, despite the joys I missed. But nonetheless, I fulfilled my dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we should plan how we use our exp. points well, to fulfill the dream we really want. And strike a balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, carpe diem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-112092156278938968?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/112092156278938968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=112092156278938968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/112092156278938968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/112092156278938968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/07/everyones-borned-equal.html' title='Everyone&apos;s borned equal?'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111936831026416740</id><published>2005-06-21T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T23:38:30.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unemployed</title><content type='html'>I got fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scolded a customer. He seriously pissed me off. He said I was irresponsible for giving him the wrong burgers. WTH!! I just gave him a Mac Spicy instead of a Big Mac and he got pissed, so I spoke to him in a harsh tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you don't be so unreasonable?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bam thats it, manager called, me scolded, badge stripped, sent home immediately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was joking about the above. The truth is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit my job last sat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111936831026416740?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111936831026416740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111936831026416740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111936831026416740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111936831026416740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/06/unemployed.html' title='Unemployed'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111884414896181507</id><published>2005-06-15T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T22:02:28.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac outing n other short stories</title><content type='html'>Had my, well I guess, last Mac outing yesterday. Went to Marina Bay to eat steamboat food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K nothing much to say about it. Oh ya, cept that I lost 0-3 playing pool to Benedict, a sec 2 Macdonian. Man... I have no future in pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, thats settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I broke my almost impossible promise of finishing all homework by first week haha. But well, I am not sad at all. At least that promise really made me start doing early I guess. Its good to make almost impossible promises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, and my family successfully installed wireless in our homes! So now me and my brother have no need to fight over the computer. Thats good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHat else? Oh ya I noticed, SEC 4 HOLS PASS DAM DAM DAM FAST... I can't help but feel so... Dam sian... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha and my senior Mui said that JC life is even faster... and well, that means that I have to think that secondary time is not passing fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks, guess its starting to get monotonous. Somehow, I miss that carefree feeling that I have after school (especially when there are no more tests in e week). Man, it sure feels good. You go down to the canteen and think, should I play bball (or soccer) or chill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, but there is one thing that I would not miss I guess, CCA... hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea thats about it... broke after spending 40 bucks on a book. Nvm... byezz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111884414896181507?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111884414896181507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111884414896181507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111884414896181507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111884414896181507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/06/mac-outing-n-other-short-stories.html' title='Mac outing n other short stories'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111756095436864045</id><published>2005-06-01T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T01:35:54.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonlight Sonata</title><content type='html'>Whatever you do, wherever you are, when you suddenly hear moonlight sonata, everything gets shrouded in a sad or depressing atmosphere. Not saying that it is bad: I enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its dam nice lah, that classical. I seriously feel like learning to play it or something, then maybe add a drumbeat or two haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my posts are getting shorter, less frequent. With the advent of exams... I dunno how. Yea you all can have one less blog to frequent, (that is, if you are doing so) I will update but with less enthusiasment for the holidays at least I guess. Hope to be back up ready and enthu asap ba... but I will still update... yea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111756095436864045?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111756095436864045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111756095436864045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111756095436864045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111756095436864045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/06/moonlight-sonata.html' title='Moonlight Sonata'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111736228601562487</id><published>2005-05-29T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T18:24:48.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naggy is right</title><content type='html'>Yea Naggy was right that such descriptions should be left to myself haha... Shit, I wonder how many pple I made sick too.. mmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111736228601562487?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111736228601562487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111736228601562487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111736228601562487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111736228601562487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/05/naggy-is-right.html' title='Naggy is right'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111720208482764883</id><published>2005-05-27T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T21:54:44.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad bus ride</title><content type='html'>I don't know, but well, on my way home via the regularly crowded 100 bus today, something uncanny happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was carrying the bulky Newsweek box filled with my files and semi-torn textbooks (due to stressful handling) home today. When I boarded the bus, well, as expected, members of the bus ride somehow stared while I walked to the back where an empty two seater lay appealingly to my aching legs. I managed to squeeze my totally full (Also with textbooks and files) bag and box such that I occupy 3/4 of the seat or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bus steered its way into the crowded durian scented Geylang road, a middle-aged man with spiky hair sat beside me. I tried to move in more to allow more space for the man, but to no avail. Moreover, the guy just sat down with his arms crossed, not giving a thought about it even though his legs were in contact with mine. I wasn't in much discomfort either, just that I thought it would be better if he sat just a little further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later down the ride, strange things begin to scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, when the bus reached somewhere near Macpherson Primary, I felt something touching my left arm. I turned and saw the man's left hand's fingers in contact with my hand, and well, as the bus moved along, it slid up and down very slowly and shortly. At first, I thought he might have fallen asleep and shook to the movement of the bus. However, I noticed that his fingers were moving slowly too, as if "stroking" my left arm... I tried to shake that thought off me, so I tried my best to keep my hand away from his. I did so. But soon later, his fingers were touching my hand again. And again, I noticed the moving fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I notice his fingers going lower and lower down my hand near where my pocket is. Another thought struck me: He might be trying to get at my valuables in my trouser pocket. So, despite being rather lethargic after the day's activities, I focused on my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, his fingers din slid anywhere near there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing, I was nearing my bus stop. So I hurriedly stood up and walked away. The man slanted his body to let me pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt rather stupid and gay when I alighted the bus. As I glanced to the man in the bus through the clear windows, I noticed the guy was staring at me also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I may be over reacting. For instance, I dun really believe in the fact that guys will have the desire to touch 16 year old guys on the bus. Its just, too gay for me to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the guy might be unintentionally doing so, because I occupied 3/4 of the seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, he might have really dozed off in the bus, as I did not dare to look at his face directly to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, he could perhaps coincidently looked at me when I looked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I don't know. Next time I make sure I take up 1/2 a seat only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks to Wanting for taking the pics for interclass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, my posts will be shortened gradually... As O's draw nearer... Updating of links will be slower too, so sorry peeps for not linking ya yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check out e pics from Wanting's Blog which can be linked from Daniel's blog (I will link Wanting's blog in my blog soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111720208482764883?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111720208482764883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111720208482764883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111720208482764883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111720208482764883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/05/sad-bus-ride.html' title='Sad bus ride'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111684279777441602</id><published>2005-05-23T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T18:06:37.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Literique (A post monotonously spiked)</title><content type='html'>Wake up in the morning. Typical morning of slack. I noticed, when you wake up early, you feel tiredly pissed. When you wake up at your normal time, you feel boringly pissed. So like, as long as you wake up, you feel pissed, no matter how long you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held the on button of my A668 and checked the time as it went on with its polyphonic opening solo. 12.00 p.m. Cool, so its kind of late I guess. I stood up abruptly from bed and well, was greeted immediately by a blinding darkness and swirling of my head. I like that feeling. It occurs when too much blood flows out from your brain. A semi faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I staggered to the toilet, such a natural movement it is for the past 7 years it seemed I could do so blindfolded. The mirror in the toilet showed a pile of human fatigue with hair that seemed to have come from a Gatsby Saloon. Well, nothing much surprising, I turned on the shower and let the globules of anti-fatigue rain on my hair face and body. Of course the clothes gotto come off first. And they stank of foul smell of sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the awakening process, as I always think so, I ate a typical breakfast and prepared for a typical geographic mugging day. Resources and map reading to be tested tomorrow, what a cool combi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I got tired of reading the textbook, featuring how solar energy kicks ass or how rich Brunei is, I will continue on the chapters of my rare English read, The Chronicles of the Wind Up Bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its because of its pro literacy that well "inspired" me to crap this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall dedicate a post to the book once I finished reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time flies. Soon, its 5.00 p.m. I decided to embark on a tea making journey. I love to make tea. I don't really know why, perhaps it just gives me the 15 minutes to stay away from work and well, empty the mind. I would start by boiling water. Boiled water makes boisterous tea. Or so I think. While the boiler grumbles away, I would put a tea bag into a cup, and empty a full teaspoon of sugar into the cup. Next I would reach out for the condensed milk semi-frozen up in the compartments of my refrigerator, then scoop a 3 bountiful teaspoons of thick creamy milk into the cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbling to a stop, I would pour the freshly boiled water from the boiler into the cup. Oh man the kick I get, watching the contents dissolving into the water, forming a whitish precipitate of milk particles at first, before the brown tea molecules give it a brownish look. The end product, a brownish white precipitate, insoluble in excess H20. Suspension has a sweet milkish smell. When consumed, makes you feel good man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea and so that was what I did just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Daniel and Daryl just asked me to go chill with them at PP. Well, unfortunately, I am in no mood of losing money yet, with a Geography test tomorrow. Yea I may be good at Geography, but I guess that makes you more afraid of it. Afraid of scoring lower, afraid of not living up to expectations. I guess thats what the top student suffers from, high self expectations and the niaowage of others of being too studious and unable to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I am not saying I am the top student. I am saying my forte is Geog, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, I am definitely not happy with the decision I make. A missed opportunity for fun in life, a missed opportunity to socialise in life, a missed opportunity in life itself. It may be just 2 hours of pooling, but it all adds up to the joys of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, I promise myself to relax well after tomorrow's last test of the term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I always make broken promises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, why am I always contradicting myself?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A GAY POST OMG HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck for geog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111684279777441602?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111684279777441602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111684279777441602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111684279777441602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111684279777441602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/05/literique-post-monotonously-spiked.html' title='Literique (A post monotonously spiked)'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111659840219489106</id><published>2005-05-20T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T22:13:22.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LV live</title><content type='html'>A big thank you to all who came to support and watch us. And to all who donated, a bigger thank you! (Goes to Mr Tan Tui Gee too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here was the songs we played...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studman - Electrico&lt;br /&gt;All the Small Things&lt;br /&gt;American Idiot&lt;br /&gt;Drive&lt;br /&gt;Californication&lt;br /&gt;Fortune Faded&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure about the order though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was the best best day of the year so far! Hope for more to come hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid thing is... i flopped in my solo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Han Loong Kim Keat Xian Kai and I wanted to go watch Coach Carter. However, we tried two cinemas and both dun haf, so ended up eating at Long John in Paya Lebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, unfortunately, I am not into blogging mood. Just got screwed... Rather pissed too.. Nvm, no use feeling pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those peeps to who helped me pack my drums! And all GEP teachers and personnels! Kamsa Haseyo! Arigato! Nandri! Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111659840219489106?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111659840219489106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111659840219489106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111659840219489106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111659840219489106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/05/lv-live.html' title='LV live'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111642571514643425</id><published>2005-05-18T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T22:15:15.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sux</title><content type='html'>Demoralised about the performance... or rather the busking opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I kind of think that Ms Tania Chia is starting to get pissed about us. For what reason, I can't really tell. But from the way she spoke to Sam and signalled to us, I guess she can't be bothered about our performance. They have been making things rather difficult for us. Firstly, they don't allow us (Me gongkia and Lard) to have a full day off for final rehearsal and setting up. Instead, we have to do it all ourselves during recess. Secondly, It seems that no effort has been made by the others (as in teachers and staff) to borrow a PA system. So we will be using all our own amps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nevermind. I shall change my mindset about this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok from the fact that we are actually allowed to play for GEP funfair is good enough. If Ms Chia hated us from the start, she could have told us to f off when she heard of it. At least we were given the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, lesser time to set up, we learn how to move quickly and set up quickly loh. Moreoever we don't miss lessons, we don't miss as much info and can catch up easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers (not all) give us the attitude? Well, nevermind. we don't give em back. We raise as much tickets as we can, put our best, and well, surprise them to think about us differently. Make us learn to tackle situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you GEPERS TEACHERS... you guys and gals rawk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111642571514643425?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111642571514643425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111642571514643425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111642571514643425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111642571514643425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/05/sux.html' title='Sux'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111590579422721476</id><published>2005-05-12T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T21:49:54.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Teens</title><content type='html'>It started on Friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual packing and stuff, I left home at 7 a.m. or so, unlike the usual 6. SuperTeens need not hurry to get super anyway haha! Nah its just that the course starts at 9. I reached the “triquartet” empty school. The whole school was practically empty (The other non superteen sec 4’s had this wiseteen program to attend to) except the canteen, where it was quite packed. Met up with the usual gang and well we made our way up the BSP room near the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the size of two typical classrooms, and on the walls were stuck with, presumably, the superteen companies posters. All had a motivative message in them, yet their message came across me with little effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took our seats, we sat in the front row, quite unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for 30 minutes till the instructor actually started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a small sized guy about my height (I think?), with a rather squarish head and spiked hair. Wearing a striped business suit neatly tucked in his long pants, he seemed more like a salesman than a trainer. Anyway he started with us by giving us introductions and stuff. I not too sure about the part: I am writing this on the second day of the camp, so I kind of forgot what happened on the first day. A heck lot happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was this activity, we had to go find a person of the opposite sex that we did not know and sit facing each other and talk about ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a seriously hard time trying find all 3. First was with Pei Wen, second was with Aggy, then third, well I decided to be gay so I did it with Glen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway from that activity, the instructor gave me confirmation on a problem that I thought I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Then afterwards, another trainer took over us. He is called Ernest Wong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first look of him, and I knew he was no easy man. He had a face that looked rather like “Zhang Fei”, a rather messy goatee grew on his face too. He wore, like his counterpart, business suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he started talking, he came by as an interesting charismatic speaker. He knew how to capture the attention of the crowd. He knew how to make us laugh, and especially at the right moments. Thus, I was practically glued to his talks throughout, although not all reacted like me. For instance, one of the reasons why most of the girls can’t stand him is because he talks about sex so freakin’ openly. He can just go like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok now everyone close their eyes, don’t worry I won’t touch anyone of you, although I may have the temptation! Hehehehe..!” He gives his very se4 smile and childish actions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More shall be elaborated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that’s the man he is. Young hearted, jumping around like a small kid, dirty minded (well, its like, most guys are?) and very experienced, in talking that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about our dreams, that they were fed by our beliefs etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, I seriously don’t feel like going to the exact detail of things. All that I knew was, for the first 1 and a half day, I was bored. Seriously. Although the crude dirty jokes make by Mr Wong entertained me, they were short lived fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffd4a0c6b300000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffd4c347e000000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffd4c0c6d300000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffd4c747e400000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffd4a1478200000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Keat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffd4aac6b900000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistaken Identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffd4b4c6a700000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, WTF? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffd48f47ac00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Shook my cam... thats WC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffd57686fd00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Wei again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffd53e86b500000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernest Zoomed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffd529079200000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal Ernest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffd51507ae00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, ya know, WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffd57f07c400000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two different ways to have a Qian4 Bian3 look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffd54e86c500000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Glenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffd50907b200000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made Glenn sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffd5f5074e00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spidergramming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffd5fd074600000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffd59b072000000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;Thats trainer Ken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffea55c65900000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffea44477800000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffea37c63b00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feet of the sian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffea10472c00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what really kicked me up was on the second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someway halfway through the talk, I think after our lunch break, there was a commotion going about with some of the girls at the back. They were late, and they were, well as told by Mr Wong, to do 10 “Up downs” or something. Now don’t think dirty. Its some stupid action the girls will do when they are punished. Simply just pull your ears with your hands crossed and go up down up down. Yea stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, somehow, Ms Fang the teacher in charge at the point of time, started talking to those girls. Someone that sparked off an “argument” and well al the trainers left to get it sorted out. After a long delay, Ms Fang came in with the speaker phone in her head and told us that our behaviour is bad blah blah blah and we should like, treat the trainers with more respect. We were given a break too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, me and the guys went down, rather affected by the delay. 150 bucks for a delay. Man that’s not that good. Anyway, we met Ernest Wong downstairs and well, we apologized and asked what was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However we got a rather unexpected reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernest Wong just “shouted”, “Aiya don’t give a f*** lah!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like, one of the rare times I see aged man over 50 (Anyway, he is 50) to scold the F-word, and so loudly and proudly. Man that screwed my views about him at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went back, and I thought that the teaching will become awkward. However, Mr Wong was very good at it; he managed to, in a way or two make us joyful and back to normal again. Something like, reverse psychology I think. He is a pro psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so we had fun (except for the gals that got screwed?) Till around 3 o clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really know how to go into explaining the details of this emotional part of the talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it goes something like this. Like somehow, Ernest got us into thinking that we were great people, but then suddenly, bang, the lights went out, and he started screaming that we are useless, from the introvertish compo that we wrote on the first day. He read out some of the phrases and then “scolded” us. Maybe scolded ain’t the right word, it should be “taught us in a very loud and emotional voice”. Then he told us that we should treasure our parents and siblings, and how hard it was to give birth to us. He made us feel FREAKIN guilty about the way we think of ourselves and made us feel FREAKIN lucky about how we are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seriously have to experience it yourself to know how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he told us later , in the semi darkness, to close our eyes and cover our ears while he invites the most important person in our life to meet us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very scared at that time. I had no intention of meeting my parents or anyone else. So I was like, in fear or something. However, after 20 mins of darkness, someone tapped me on the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this young lady (NO ITS NOT HER, she was one of the trainers), and she held a mirror in front of my face, so I could see my face clearly. Then she began to recite some, well, sentences which I strangely could not remember. All I could was that it was about me being the most important person in my life and that I should treasure myself no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I don’t know, but I felt like crying at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was not the only one. Behind me, I heard occasional sobs and emotional sounds. It was a rather touching moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone met themselves, we were asked to say a prayer. Then, we sang the Mother’s Day song, the “Shi4 Shang4 Zhi2 You3 Ma1 Ma1 Hao3”. A lot of people, especially girls, cried during that. I was choking the words out. I was also thinking, “Man that Ernest guy is good…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics on the second day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffea02473e00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;Ms Fang talking to us. She looked fierce but she was talking in a very calm tone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffeb6586f100000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffeb6186f500000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heads up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffeb5b86cf00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffeb4b86df00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffeb3786a300000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffebf5866100000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffebe3867700000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffebb7862300000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffebc6076200000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffebcd865900000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea so actually, that was more or less one of the highlights of the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffebbc071800000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;Sad rainy start on day 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffeba5863100000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other highlight on was on the third day. Ronald and Zhi Wei was put into sort of a state of trance, performed by Ernest and Ken respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wong wanted to demonstrate to us the power of words. So he asked for a volunteer. Ronald did so. So he told Ronald to lie on the floor, then be began saying in a monotonous voice, like words that kind of, hypnotise you. He kept saying that Ronald is now a piece of steel and that he is so hard and strong he can balance a building. Then, Ronald was carried by four man to be balanced on two chairs, one supporting his head and one supporting his legs. The funny thing was, he was so rigid, his body did not sag down. Then, one gal, was carried and she stood on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stood on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald did not even flinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngee Yong later volunteered himself to step on Ronald, but was brought down immediately, rousing much silent laughter amongst us. Anyway, Ngee Yong sat on Ronald’s body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think one more guy sat on him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ronald was asked to be awakened, he said he did not believe that a girl stood on him or that Ngee Yong sat on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing happened to Zhi Wei, except that only one girl, Allison, sat on him. He later told me it felt like a school bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so the final thing was the graduation night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited my father haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ernest told his life story too on that night. A very sad story indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he asked for all of us who invited our parents to stand up and say sorry and I love you to our parents present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, the life chanign moment for many I guess. More tears were shed. It was one of the most emotional scenes I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, pictures speak better than words, Mr Ernest Wong is the guy with the beard. Ken is the skinnier one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9A1’s is not impossible. That’s one thing I learnt. Dreams are more important than life. That’s the most important thing I learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffeb80072400000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffeb8e072a00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffe875474800000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffe87cc67100000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffe87b474600000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffe86ec66300000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffe86cc66100000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffe86ac66700000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffe854c65900000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffe855476800000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffe852c65f00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffe85d476000000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffe85b476600000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffe846c64b00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffe84ac64700000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffe834c63900000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyway the next few pics are just no link... learnt that from Pokey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffe829471400000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffe817472a00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffe814c61900000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffe803473e00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;Gongkia's unique desk design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffe80d473000000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db33b3127cce91ffe8f6c6fb00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo... long post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111590579422721476?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111590579422721476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111590579422721476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111590579422721476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111590579422721476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/05/super-teens.html' title='Super Teens'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111564801585805092</id><published>2005-05-09T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T22:13:35.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PS</title><content type='html'>Man I have been rather unactive. Currently working on a long post about Super Teen Workshop. After wednesday I think I should be able to get it up I hope. Pictured haha...yea my dad revived my camera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111564801585805092?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111564801585805092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111564801585805092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111564801585805092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111564801585805092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/05/ps.html' title='PS'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111504328424354919</id><published>2005-05-02T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:14:44.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liquid Tension Experiment</title><content type='html'>I lost 2 bucks to Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how it feels to be on a losing streak in a casino. It feels dam gay. Its like, oh shit, I have to win this match, then you start flopping. Can really break down one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha but this time was just a mini version cos its just pool yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dam sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111504328424354919?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111504328424354919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111504328424354919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111504328424354919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111504328424354919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/05/liquid-tension-experiment.html' title='Liquid Tension Experiment'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111487268839807890</id><published>2005-04-30T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T22:51:28.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studman</title><content type='html'>Mm... as you all can see from my poser MSN nick (nvm if u din), we are sort of in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;We must wear school uniform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot jump around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot vulgaritise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must not screw up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must learn more songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must not screw teachers up or get screwed by teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must not play too loud till it screws others up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must not play too sadly till we get screwed by others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds... rather strict haha. Anyway this is not just a concert, its a supposedly fund raising activity... and frankly, deep in me, its a chance for me to flare up and hao lian my skills so I will not feel like such a nobody in DHS. Thats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a BIG THANK YOU to those who came to support us today! Kim Keat, Xiang Long, Shang Yuun, Ee Pin and Sue Wei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooled after that. Was rather fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut my hair. It looks like a gorge haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, thats about it ba...happy holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111487268839807890?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111487268839807890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111487268839807890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111487268839807890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111487268839807890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/04/studman.html' title='Studman'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111469649673263999</id><published>2005-04-28T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T21:54:56.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days...</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow shall be NAPFA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm... I did not train much I guess. Hardly care bout NAPFA already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea think Daniel they all stated a good point: Getting Gold in your NAPFA doesn't mean you are really fit, it simply means you are good at those items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, this few days is kind of sad again, well as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, well, 2 more days before the official audition. Today while we practiced, well sort of flopped I guess. I screwed up as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea by the way, check out 91.3 FM on Thursdays 8 - 10, or Sundays 10 - 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music that really chills you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you feel, somewhere between happy and sad, a very hard feeling to describe. Yea music does the magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are all my pictures posts? Mm... thinkk till I get a new cheap camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I totally feel screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I felt the same way I felt like, almost exactly 1 1/2 year ago? Or was it two years? Yea I remember that screwed feeling damn well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies really. And thats sad. I will defintely miss secondary school. I think, well out of our whole life, secondary school is the, "hippest" " coolest" "slackest" and most balanced time of our life. And like, its already more than half of the second term gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, life has never been funner and challenging... perhaps thats wat we live for... having fun and over coming challenges...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111469649673263999?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111469649673263999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111469649673263999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111469649673263999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111469649673263999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/04/2-more-days.html' title='2 more days...'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111461165365127695</id><published>2005-04-27T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T22:20:53.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training</title><content type='html'>Yea, the fourK gals are training for soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, was watching them today. Did not really know what to do or say so I just stared on while they played. Soccer ain't my forte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realised other than picking balls, I am good at injuring people, cos I accidently rammed Aik Siong's head with the ball while I tried to ram it to some guys like 10 metres away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like holding the ball, then I aiming at the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I realsed the ball, and rammed it hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going up, the ball accelerated straight, literally, towards Aik Siong's head as he was just sitting a few paces in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZEEENG, ZEENG, ZEEEENG! (One of Mr Kiw's cutest lines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bam, it whacked the spects out of Aik Siong, and immediately he bend down, grimacing in pain while holding his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that will be the last time I will try that again. Never ram a ball in front of a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll stick to picking balls haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111461165365127695?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111461165365127695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111461165365127695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111461165365127695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111461165365127695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/04/training.html' title='Training'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111435026991550114</id><published>2005-04-24T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T21:44:29.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cam</title><content type='html'>Ok, my brother, who is like, mugging for exams now... just screwed my cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can take pictures, record music, play mp3, take videos, and easily connects to the com for quick reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the on button doesn't seem to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, reading my John's post never ceases to make me feel like writing good English. But well, I cease to make an effort to do so after leaving his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday, I got my first violation letter from Mac. My counter was 10 dollars short in the total amount. Perhaps it was that rash order I made, cos I got "scolded" for not giving the correct order to the middle-aged guy, then I hurriedly gave him his change without counting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, I need 3 violation letters to get fired from Mac. And I am quitting around June, so well, I have 2 violation letters to spare for 2 more months haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I just realised I missed out alot of fun. Like, saturdays, when the guys all go pooling lanning and slacking, I can't join them. The Price to pay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111435026991550114?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111435026991550114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111435026991550114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111435026991550114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111435026991550114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-cam.html' title='My cam'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111426639338636592</id><published>2005-04-23T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:26:33.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you in?</title><content type='html'>Mm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, I saw Mrs Wong walking towards Staff Room two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I approached her, I noticed she did not seem irritated, like the way she would whenever I approached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked about the drumset thing. She told me a firm "No." and explained cos Band had 3 important events coming up, and the chances of spoiling the set is high. Yea I was fine with that, did not argue. I know how she feels, its like, you have a 1000 buck pen and this kid wants to lend it to shoot a pen spinning noob video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, so well, I was highly disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOT FOR LONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and well, talked to my Dad in the best of all manners, well, and finally got his permission to use my property! All I need is adaquete transport and manpower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we spoke to Ms Chia, and a few days later, fixed an audition date. Next saturday..urday...day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation. One of the best feelings in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make you bored... like you are waiting backstage for your turn to perform, the feeling is so, so intensed, you actually get a kick out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, at the crossroads of anticipation, you either get further anticipation, or you get disappointment, or you get satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, for example, you enter a story telling competition. You got through the first round, building up the anticipation. If you win, you get satisfaction. If you lose, you get disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, the more anticipation you build up, the higher the disappointment when you fail. Same for the satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like a graph haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am going to advertise this very cool comic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its called pokey the penguin. SEVEN YEARS in the making. 100 over entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yellow5.com/pokey/archive"&gt;Pokey&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the link works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this comic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is totally linkless, thats why its funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, haha thats it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111426639338636592?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111426639338636592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111426639338636592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111426639338636592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111426639338636592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/04/are-you-in.html' title='Are you in?'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111400879789482899</id><published>2005-04-20T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T22:53:17.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article for School News</title><content type='html'>While reading my maths textbook, the noise of a car broke me from my mathematical thoughts of sine’s and cosine’s. I looked out of the sunny window and saw an old green Toyota screeching to a stop in front of the school gate. Two gangster-like punks sat in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I observed as one of the men stepped out of the car, bringing with him a red box. The other man sat behind the wheel and did not bulge. Curious, I exited the library and headed down to the canteen, where I can get a good view of what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I saw the man approach our school keeper, Ah Tiong, whom we use to call “Big Brother”, and gestured to the box while grinning at him. After which, I heard them conversing loudly in Hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Tiongster! Heres your lunch! I bought it from Bedok!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Really? Thanks Ahmad. Next time I’ll buy you Prata!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I watched as Ah Tiong opens the big red box. He studies his food carefully and suddenly lets out a shriek of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At that moment, I saw two students sneaking quickly to the car while Ah Tiong laughs on. Immediately, I recognize them both: Vegetarians Ri Lao and Lifex. The man in the car gestures them frantically to hide at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Later, Ahmad hurried back to the car, and then the car sped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wondering what had tickled Ah Tiong, I interrupted his lunch and enquired. Ah Tiong, still in a merry mood, replies, “Haha, look at the sea hum(oyster)! They look so funny!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A few days later, I found out from Lifex that they sneaked off that day to go to the International Vegetarian Convention at Expo, the once in a lifetime experience where vegetarians gather and share their views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea ain't it lame? haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111400879789482899?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111400879789482899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111400879789482899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111400879789482899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111400879789482899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/04/article-for-school-news.html' title='Article for School News'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111382357600183918</id><published>2005-04-18T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T19:26:16.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geog test</title><content type='html'>I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I have a test, I will want to take a short break. Then I will go online, surf stuff, then end up taking a 1 hour break. And that sucks! I gotto break that habit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 9 last night. I woke up at five, and instead of being full of energy, I felt that it was the most tiring morning I ever had. I fell asleep while eating my bread like, 3 or 4 times? What did I even do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news though, Sam, Lard and me went to negotiate with Mrs Wong. We managed to get a "I'll talk to the instructor first" reply, so its not too bad, I hope. =D. I hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Gongkia did not come to school today and I wonder why... too engrossed in the Slovakian weather watch I think haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while going home, I saw these three boys, (I do not want to mention their school, but well, it was a blue uniform...), in short pants showing me that they are lower sec, smoking. Yes. They were just joyfully and carefreely walking down the bustop near Kallang MRT where 158 alights, smoking. Saw them spitting a heck lot too into the drain. Think its seh? I don't think so man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not seh to burn ur stupid lungs off at such a young age. Neither does it give others a good impression of you when you spit onto the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before that, we went to Kallang KFC to have lunch. While going home, Aik Siong asked a few D-u-n-m-a-n H-i-g-h S-c-h-o-o-l students to stop playing poker cards. And one rude fatass looked up and said "Shut up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOO... SO SEH LOHZ!! wa all the gals will swoooooon... seh kia sec 2 kid tells a sec 4 SC to shut up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO MATE URSELF! Rudeness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, I must admit, I was and perhaps, still like such pple now. I hope I can change from this few events on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever dare to tell people off sometimes. Like when I see sec 2 kids with their shirts fully untucked. Cos I was like them. I had been through their stage. I know how they felt cos I was like them before. Haiz, but its kind of ironic I must say. Its like, seriously, we (sec 4's) are the ones setting the bad example. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I duno lah, in other words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my fot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea...thats it...crapped up post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111382357600183918?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111382357600183918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111382357600183918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111382357600183918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111382357600183918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/04/geog-test.html' title='Geog test'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111366490122833012</id><published>2005-04-16T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T23:21:41.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flag day</title><content type='html'>Today was my first time doing flag day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of tiring though? Started at around 8.30 with my class peeps getting the cans. I decided to go scout around together with Jun Xiang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chose a spot at Bedok near the NTUC, where the crowd is kind of crowded. At first, I was very enthu. I will like go around "Hi, would you like to donate for the Down Sydrome Association?" Yea, stupid thing to do, say so many words for 10 cents of donation haha. But gradually it became "Hi, wouldu liket donate for re dowsydrome assocction?". Then after some more time it became like, "Hi would you like to donate?" Then soon it became, "Hi...(then show em the can... let em read emselfs)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my can was quite full? Around 1/2 full of coins. I only got one two dollar note from some kind hearted auntie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I remember got some times I was dam gay. There was this uncle that was walking towards me, then well I got excited then I said "Hi, would you like to donate for the....." And I like, wth? Whats that thing that I want to say? The moment I thought of it and said it, the guy had already put e coin took the sticker and gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this auntie (I think was a teacher), when I rumbled those words to her, she asked me to fan yi to chinese. So I said something like "Zhi Zhang Ren Shi Xie Hui". She seemed impressed and ask if I was from Dunman High. After that she commented that that our school has high chinese standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest chinese test was 53/100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was really boring after a while. There was also this auntie, she donated, then ask me to look after her stuff on her bike while she go NTUC buy groceries. Haha, making good use of human resources!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only did for 2 hours and 45 minutes. After that I went straight to BK to eat, then after my student meal I still felt hungry, so I went to have a Savoury Tempura Chicken Burger from Mac. Went home, shitted immediately. Haha, think BK burgers dun go well with Mac burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept immediately after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111366490122833012?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111366490122833012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111366490122833012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111366490122833012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111366490122833012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/04/flag-day.html' title='flag day'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111348134123466644</id><published>2005-04-14T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T20:22:21.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not Le Stressed</title><content type='html'>Whew, finally can have a small break I guess. Most stress parts gone. My Com Club Project left with two more classes and I think I can finish tomorrow. I hoppe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I noticed, while walking in the sec 2 corridor, that everything seemed so unfamiliar. Its as if, it is the first time I am walking there, with all the unfamiliar faces and people. Its as if, time flew so fast, I forgot how it felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really really flies, treasure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think time is like an exponential graph. At young, we will be like, WTH time is so slow? Then gradually it gets faster and faster till we find, oh no, its so dam fast! Oh no, I am working liao, sian no more schools and activities. Oh no! Retired liao! OH no! Die liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Low (Soon to be Mrs Low) has changed our class sitting plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the looks of it, not many are pleased with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm... I have not much comments for the time being. Cos well, me and Gongkia are still together (We threatened to quit our posts if we are seperated. We are not gays), we just moved one space back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mr Kiw claimed he might be giving away a 6680. 6680. Its that beautiful Nokia phone with a shiny finish and two camera's. 3G-enabled, this bluetooth phone is going to blast your ass off. And its, well, cool. No words can describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, so far we have been chosen to perform for GEP Funfair. But now, the stupid freakin irritating restless problem is that, Mrs Wong doesn't want to borrow us the drumset. MAN THAT SUCKS. Its like, ok, ALL we are going to use is for 2 days, 1 day is only at the MAX 30 mins (audition) and the second day is DURING LESSONS. SO IT WILL NOT AFFECT THE BAND'S ACTIVITIES MUCH! AND IF SHE IS SCARED I OR OTHER PEEPS SPOIL E DRUMSET, well, I don't mind paying for the damage I cause. If I cause any. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if she still doesn't want to borrow, we might have to rent it. 150 bucks one day. THATS GAY! Man, so the best option is that she lend us the drumset just for two days. Totally bugged up by this problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH ya, my brother's blog is back up in action I think, so you might wanna check it out! Its at the links there, the first one I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mad etuc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111348134123466644?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111348134123466644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111348134123466644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111348134123466644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111348134123466644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-not-le-stressed.html' title='I&apos;m not Le Stressed'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111306209688858326</id><published>2005-04-09T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:54:56.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCA STRESS</title><content type='html'>Ok I got scolded for not completing my com club project... Shit... me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha today I was trying to explain the difference between a plain filet and a normal filet to some Chung Cheng student. And that sucks, cos I made fun of myself trying explain it in the weird new uniform and cap, cos I guess my speech was kind of slurred. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh my posts are getting shorter and less frequent... mm... nothing much to update...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111306209688858326?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111306209688858326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111306209688858326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111306209688858326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111306209688858326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/04/cca-stress.html' title='CCA STRESS'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111288140548748143</id><published>2005-04-07T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T21:43:25.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky to be in fourK with Q</title><content type='html'>Today, Mr Kiw "crapped" again. Instead of talking about the normal lessons, he rattled on with some other philosophical talk. Not surprised though, but just that sometimes I think he should focus more on test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he ended by saying something like, oh there, our periods are over so soon, no time to even talk about test! For your info I haven't set the test yet, so I guess I will not have to sleep tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Daniel suggested that we help him set test questions. Class laughed. Mr Kiw laughed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said he don't mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg so the whole class can set one tian xie ci yu, tian xie han zi and zao ju! He will choose then the best will be in the test tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that cool or what? And those chapters that he did not teach will not come out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean face it, other teachers will NEVER do this kind of thing. All they want is you to get over the test and well, improve through that. But Mr Kiw doesn't. Yes he wants us to improve, but improve in our mind and actions and thoughts, not simply Higher Chinese O'levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel extremely lucky to be taught by him seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111288140548748143?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111288140548748143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111288140548748143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111288140548748143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111288140548748143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/04/lucky-to-be-in-fourk-with-q.html' title='Lucky to be in fourK with Q'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111269546649590090</id><published>2005-04-05T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T18:04:26.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Its one of those stupid weeks of school again. Boring and totally crapped up. Nvm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I noticed friendster has this new horoscope thing that you can view whenever you click on your friends. Mm, and from the looks of it it seems that I ain't flying high with any dudes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, imagine you wake up and you find out from friendster that today you and your good friend won't be good for the day, then you believe and throughout the day you avoid your friend even though your friend has like, felt normal throughout the day or something, won't that be gay? Mm... I shall try not to believe the horoscope thingy then haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have maths and chem test, and Lit presentation. Btw I think its the last lit presentation I will ever get, IN MY WHOLE LIFE... So I should treasure it? haha... duno lah. Why issit on tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm... K good luck fourkers...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111269546649590090?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111269546649590090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111269546649590090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111269546649590090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111269546649590090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111236566875218297</id><published>2005-04-01T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T22:27:48.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak, hotshots got raided...</title><content type='html'>DAM. This is serious. Daniel got caught at hotshots for being underaged just now. I was told from Shang Yuun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that Abel and Dan went hotshots just now, but Daniel went in first to book table cos Abel need to go toilet. Then after a while, the police come. They like, stop everyone's activity, then got one guard the door, and all the people had to line up with their IC's out. Then Daniel bo bian have to follow then got caught. He got his first warning I think, then the school was notified. Freak lah should haf announcment tomomorrow Monday in school loh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since today is April Fool's day, the police had already planned for that. So suddenly the took off their hats and said, "GOT YA!" then they got beaten up by the people at hotshots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111236566875218297?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111236566875218297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111236566875218297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111236566875218297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111236566875218297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/04/freak-hotshots-got-raided.html' title='Freak, hotshots got raided...'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111233913991197116</id><published>2005-04-01T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T15:05:39.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool</title><content type='html'>Hey! You heard about the amoeba that lost his virginity?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111233913991197116?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111233913991197116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111233913991197116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111233913991197116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111233913991197116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/04/april-fool.html' title='April Fool'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111227321201410406</id><published>2005-03-31T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T20:46:52.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My views about Mr Sng</title><content type='html'>Ok seriously I have no meaning of offending Mr Sng in anyway, I just wanna express my views about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching him give an assembly talk up close during the assembly about two weeks ago (I even noticed the pierre cardin brand on his silver belt!), I came to the conclusion. Mr Sng is cute! (No I am not gay) Yea he may look a bit squarish but, well, imagine him going to joemil for a DECENT (I must emphasize decent cos I have been told that joemil's cutting is deproving... mm..) cool spiky hair, getting a pair of contact lens, wearing bermudas and some hippy shirt, man seriously, somehow he has transformed into those cool dudes in my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So somehow, everyone can be hip, everyone can be cool, its whether we choose to need that or not. We can also choose to be more formal and proper. It all depends on us I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, I used to think Mr Sng is a nooblet principle. Ok fine, he was new, but well after like quite some time experiencing him, I think he is getting more experienced pro! Well, he is enthu bout e fact he actually dared to enter the racing competition. So what if he fell just before the line and lost? So what if that chance for the gold could allow DHS to beat Chung Cheng? That doesn't matter at all. DID THE PRINCIPALS OF OTHER SCHOOL RUN IN THE RUN? DID MR SNG FEEL ASHAMED ABOUT IT? Yea, Mr Sng is cool man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... thats done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a teacher least wanna hear (Based on today's lesson, none of the characters are true except me, none of wat they said are accurate either)&lt;br /&gt;English lesson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Yee: Ok class, now can anyone of you tell me what are the other aspects that are can subsitute aesthetics in the curriculum? Yes A?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student A: Social skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Yee: No its already mentioned, anyone else? Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student B: Communicative skills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Yee: No, who else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Continues for quite some time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Yee: Yes, but is there anything better? How about you C?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student C: Socialialising?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Yee: No its already said! Yes James?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can I go to the toilet? I have stomach ache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man ain't I ckedfu up today? I anti-climaxly spoilt her enthusiastic momentum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, tomorrow is holiday. Thats going to be cool! Enjoy that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you all have the time, mind checking out this song. I first heard it two years ago, and till now it will most of the time be on my repeated list of songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.royksopp.com"&gt;www.royksopp.com&lt;/a&gt;, den on the popped up window, click on discography, then sample the song eple. It rawks. Electronic stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111227321201410406?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111227321201410406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111227321201410406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111227321201410406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111227321201410406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-views-about-mr-sng.html' title='My views about Mr Sng'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111206895338665853</id><published>2005-03-29T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T12:02:33.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It sucks to be sick</title><content type='html'>Din go school today. Am suffering from some gay disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I couldn't stop coughing, no matter how many strepsils or mouths of chuan pei pi pa gao i take. ITS FREAKIN' IRRITATING! Its like, you are reading something, then u suddenly cough and all the crap lands on your keyboard. And no matter how i try to "geck" it, it will still cough out eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, my freakin fever doesn't seem to be improving, at all. I went to see doctor immediately after school yesterday, and my temperature was like 37.2, its the border between having a fever and not having one. So I think the doctor decided not to give me fever medicine. And when I reached home, my temp soared to around 38.9. WTH?! I ate my medicine for quite a few times already, but yet, I am still coughing, my fever still high etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I would gladly be sick no matter what. Cos you get the attention of your parents, you get to pon school and you get to enjoy the joy of sleeping everytime. But now, its a different thing. I feel crapped up now cos I missed geog lesson and physics practical. And Mrs Ho is going to own my ass cos I lost my geog workbook. ARGH, SIAN!! WHY AM I SO SUI?! And from the looks of it, I think I might have to go home early tomorrow. And that sucks. That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow I have a bio test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS LIFE SO CRAPPY SOMETIMES?! And now my throat aches so I have cough through my nose. And that makes things worse. And I am constipated, I can't shit at all no matter how hard I try, cos whenever I try, I will start coughing and I will lose my concentration to get it out. WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHY DIN THE DOC'S MEDICINE WORK, AT ALL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they say if your temperature reaches 39.0 degrees and fails to drop, you will have brain damage. SHIT!! ARGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranoid...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111206895338665853?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111206895338665853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111206895338665853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111206895338665853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111206895338665853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/03/it-sucks-to-be-sick.html' title='It sucks to be sick'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111184799019950481</id><published>2005-03-26T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T22:39:50.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Army cut</title><content type='html'>I GOT A SHITTY HAIRCUT&lt;br /&gt;A REAL SHITTY ARMY CUT SHITTY HAIRCUT&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT SUCKS&lt;br /&gt;THAT REALLY SUCKS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111184799019950481?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111184799019950481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111184799019950481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111184799019950481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111184799019950481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/03/army-cut.html' title='Army cut'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111175494783912286</id><published>2005-03-25T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T20:49:07.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A series of unfortunate events, screwed phone</title><content type='html'>Sorry about my previous post, as in the one deleted if it is yet to be seen. I was in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, SPORTS DAY was cool I must say. I guess, its like the last combined school sports meet I will have in my life, so I tried my best not to complain how boring it was. Its like, the last time we get to compete, as a whole school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go into details of the runs, all I can say was we rawked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the audience that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha no lah all the runners, jumpers and throwers did a supert job. Their effort paid off seriously. So what if we lost to Chung Cheng by 1 gold? Does it matter really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the event, we had a FREAKIN' tough time deciding where to go next. Daniel and guys were wanting to go Suntec to eat, while Wei Chien, Zhi Wei, Han Zhen and me were feeling like to go parkway. In the end, we went seperate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to parkway, the first thing we did was to eat at Yoshinoya. I noticed they had this students meal, quite cheap and good I must. Saw Meryl and guides who ate there too. After that, we went to Hot Shots to play pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we entered, the Indian lady immediately asked to check our IC when we asked for a table. Wei Chien said he forgot to bring (his birthday is on Christmas) while Zhi Wei and Me proudly forked out our IC's. Then the lady was quite pissed and disallowed Wei Chien to play, and said that only me and Zhi Wei can play there. I looked in HotShots, I saw Siang Yee, Tan Xin, Ben, Dominic etc playing. WTH is that?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we tried to argue with the lady to let us play, then she say she got raided before and got fined 5000 bucks. Ok thats quite a big deal. Then suddenly she saw that me and Zhi Wei were wearing school pants, and she said something like "Terrible! Get out!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, Siang Yee and perhaps more of the DHS peeps at hotshots were in school pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to try at classics and mega pool, we all got the same reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, you are in school pants right? Sorry you can't play"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE we could even walk into the pool place located in the arcade of parkway parade, the arcade counter stopped me and told us we aren't welcomed here, cos our pants are the same navy blue and have the words "United Uniforms" printed on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what happens if we just spray some shit on our pants in different colours and designs, that could be washed off easily. Mm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that we decided to go to GrandLink and meet Daniel who was there. On the way, we met with some salesgirl selling for some card for a organisation. The four of us, Wei Chien, Zhi Wei, Siang Yee(He met up later), and me were rather guai lan and giving her a hard time. Like Bapok, he was acting to be a deaf guy doing hand signs and all those haha. Only later, we found out the girl was an ex dunmanian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, watever happened, we bought in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to grandlink, the lady was kind, let us play. After that, it was high time for me. I guess I was super on form that day, pooling. Siang Yee taught me a method to get the ball in, and I kept using it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, my phone has not been working since Sports day cos my sim card spoilt. Now my phone is fixed with a new sim card, thus I have NO numbers at all, er can put in the tagboard your name and your number so I can record it down? Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat a long entry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111175494783912286?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111175494783912286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111175494783912286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111175494783912286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111175494783912286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/03/series-of-unfortunate-events-screwed.html' title='A series of unfortunate events, screwed phone'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111131878714071978</id><published>2005-03-20T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T19:39:47.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam again</title><content type='html'>Last Friday went to fyewerkz again. Was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd01b3127cce90991796576a00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt; Lard and his mike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd01b3127cce90991780577c00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt; Sam and his guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd01b3127cce90991789d64500000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt; Gongkia and his bass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd01b3127cce9099147c962900000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt; Lard with half of sam with his guitar and his guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After jamming we went to seven eleven to buy some stuff, there is a camera for us to "play" with, so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd01b3127cce90991460963500000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd01b3127cce90991456960300000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to Gongkia's house, some large condominium that is windy every single second! Went to the restaurant called Thaipan to have lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd01b3127cce9099145e960b00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd01b3127cce90991458960d00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd01b3127cce90991440961500000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool place. Cheap good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, the hols just passed like that. But I must admit it was kind of long too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dam missed a chance to play pool with the guys... heard they are going pili pela (parkway parade_ later. Haiz sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111131878714071978?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111131878714071978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111131878714071978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111131878714071978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111131878714071978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/03/jam-again.html' title='Jam again'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111096612788889819</id><published>2005-03-16T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T17:42:07.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quad layered margarine muncher</title><content type='html'>This is what I made in the afternoon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd37b3127cce9094348f7c3800000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd37b3127cce9094348afd0d00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply, its just four pieces of bread with margarine smeared on all four sides in the inside of the bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I know it sounds disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it tastes superb to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd37b3127cce90943576bd6900000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG can you see all that, gluey guey slippery oily yellowish margarine that is like, omg, oozing out from the layered bread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spoilt ur appetite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply, this just shows how bo liao the holidays are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111096612788889819?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111096612788889819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111096612788889819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111096612788889819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111096612788889819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/03/quad-layered-margarine-muncher.html' title='Quad layered margarine muncher'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111087959752147552</id><published>2005-03-15T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T17:46:54.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great time at fyewerkz studios</title><content type='html'>Went there just now with lard, poksam and gongkia. Had a superb time! Somehow we managed to make a cool tune, so kind of working on it! Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service there was very good I must say. The guy allowed us to use some other room first as the occupants of our booked room before us came late. Cool, so we jammed for more than one hour, but we paid for one hour. Cool guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are passing rather slowly, which is good haha. Mm, shall sleep then wake up at 9 o clock p.m. later, I hope. Here are some pix: (I don't know why Gongkia's eyes are red, for ALL the pictures.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd34b3127cce90e84676d40b00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd34b3127cce90e84673553e00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd34b3127cce90e8467f553200000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd34b3127cce90e8467b553600000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd34b3127cce90e84664d41900000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd34b3127cce90e84663552e00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111087959752147552?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111087959752147552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111087959752147552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111087959752147552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111087959752147552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/03/great-time-at-fyewerkz-studios.html' title='Great time at fyewerkz studios'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111072203647334151</id><published>2005-03-13T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T21:53:56.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A outdated update</title><content type='html'>Ok, I just found out that all the pictures that was missing was actually in the memory of my camera, so finally, I got them into my com and well, here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e47a5d9f3100000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Zhi Wei and Kim Keat during the New Year eve, think we were in some shop at Marine Parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e47a421e1e00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e47a4d9f2100000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e47a399f5500000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Wei is trying to say "GOOD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e47a2a1e7600000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e47a081e5400000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e47ae61eba00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoshinoya!! We went there for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e47adb9fb700000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e47a9b9ff700000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats... me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e47b4e5e8a00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e47b065ec200000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e47bd1df2500000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year Night Scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e47bc85e0c00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea and we met Pearl and Isa there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e47b9bdf6f00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e478e51eb800000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;Shang Yuun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e478d71e8a00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea the foam night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e478cf1e9200000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e478bb1ee600000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat niel loh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e478ab1ef600000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e478991ec400000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e479735eb600000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e47964df9100000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e47944dfb100000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e47920dfd500000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e4791b5ede00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e479ef5e2a00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sponge and Zhi Wei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK anyway, the following are from Lucid Vapour's unsuccessful audition for the Chinese New Year performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e479d95e1c00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ POKVIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e479a8df5d00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bassist Gongkia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e479995e5c00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead Guitar Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e4798f5e4a00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wado wado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e47e679f0900000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e47e561e0800000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocalist Lard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e47e401e1e00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e47e259f4b00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e47e1f9f7100000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e47eed9f8300000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Lard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dd33b3127cce90e47ec19faf00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some out of place picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok there ya go, today's post haha! Pictured!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111072203647334151?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111072203647334151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111072203647334151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111072203647334151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111072203647334151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/03/outdated-update.html' title='A outdated update'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111037480281850554</id><published>2005-03-09T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T21:26:42.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The meaningless posting power cords</title><content type='html'>Seriously, managing your work means that you did not eat enough vegetables. So rice is a staple food in Asia and Potatoes in America. Therefore, wrestlers appear fat but they are really muscular, so as to finish their paperwork before 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drinks brought from tuckshops must not be consumed, or else Singapore's birth rate will start declining. do you homework regularly so that you can have lesser cramps. Babies are amazing, but peas are very green, you hardly see red beans except red beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to music while you work enhances your hand muscles from stress. if you haf had a hard time, singapore is thus small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burgers are made from buns from outer space. they sell in hawker centers near Washington Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun make sense don't I? haha wish me luck for chinese test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111037480281850554?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111037480281850554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111037480281850554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111037480281850554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111037480281850554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/03/meaningless-posting-power-cords.html' title='The meaningless posting power cords'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-111011315039135140</id><published>2005-03-06T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T20:45:50.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CO Concert</title><content type='html'>Ok, finally, I decided to change the polls! Feel free to check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went for CO Concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took pictures, unfortunately, my cam is in the hands of my bro, so I can't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it started of with some work, then I rushed home to change and take 100 straight to VCH. The ride was quite smooth, cept that when I was getting down, a lil' gal fell when the bus stopped at the bus stop. She started crying. And the mother, instead of comforting her, was smacking her telling her to stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like, whacking you with a stick, telling you to stop feeling painful, if not I keep whacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked to VCH. It was around 7, and it was quite crowded already. Saw gayrong and her friends, then some non-dhs peeps. As I was early, I decided to just hang around, but I feel freakin' awkward. Everyone was with their friends cept me, and Daniel and Zhi Wei are still somewhere at City Hall. Oh well, I just sit somewhere pretending to play with my phone. It feels dam awkward in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I couldn't stand it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into VCH with my bag, then turned right. I walked straight, turned left, and pushed open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to pee. Ha ha drank alot of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I met Zw and Dan and TWC soon after, and we went in to watch e concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty crowded, and I guess my behaviour throughout was pretty bastardy. Cos I remember hearing someone behind me saying "Ahem, excuse me" When I was talking rather loudly to Zhi Wei. I was commenting on all the shit actually, as in, the titles of the songs etc. Like, "Puo Shui", I was saying that all the stuff the CO people would do is just make "spash.. splash splash splash.. splash" sounds haha. AH Lame. And also, the song about the poet, think its the 2nd or 3rd song, would be the "Shi2 wan4 ge4 wei4 she3 mo4" song. Nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST PERFORMANCE WAS BY THE PERCUSSION PEEPS. JON AND PUNGKIAT ROCKED THE CROWD MAN! IT WAS DAMN NICE! BUT THE OTHER PERFORMANCES WAS ALSO DAMN ZAI, LIKE THE PLUCKING AND ERHU ENSEMBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I felt that the first half songs are nicer than that of the second half! As in most of them lah, but of course, there are some songs in the second half that are nice too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I betted with Zhi Wei that the last song they will be playing is TanJong Katong. Ha ha and well I won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the second encore song, Daniel challenged me and zhi wei 50 bucks to stand up and pretend to be a conductor while they were playing. Damn, I could have won 50 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so after that, me, zhi wei, daniel, sidney, siang yee, wei chien went to burger king somewhere near the river. Was damn gay inside, dun wanna elaborate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot to wei chien's mother, she send ALL of us back to our homes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week. Omg... haha... last week of school. Time flies. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you rawk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-111011315039135140?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/111011315039135140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=111011315039135140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111011315039135140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/111011315039135140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/03/co-concert.html' title='CO Concert'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110994352085149317</id><published>2005-03-04T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T21:38:40.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life has kick</title><content type='html'>Life is like a roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;If you go up, sometime or later, you must come down.&lt;br /&gt;When we are happy, dun u notice sometimes there are sad things that make us sad to balance us up? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo, i am riding down the coaster now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110994352085149317?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110994352085149317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110994352085149317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110994352085149317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110994352085149317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/03/life-has-kick.html' title='Life has kick'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110977117953796006</id><published>2005-03-02T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T21:47:52.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ageing population (NC-16, mature content)</title><content type='html'>When you are 28&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait, go find a date so as to&lt;br /&gt;Ovulate to copulate to populate,&lt;br /&gt;before its too late. &lt;br /&gt;You have to lose weight,&lt;br /&gt;before someone is willing to bring you to bed.&lt;br /&gt;If not, you should get laid&lt;br /&gt;on the bed&lt;br /&gt;by ur maid, and then&lt;br /&gt;you can masturbate&lt;br /&gt;to produce a white precipitate.&lt;br /&gt;If your sperms migrate,&lt;br /&gt;and if they meet the egg,&lt;br /&gt;well, that decides your fate.&lt;br /&gt;The government should advocate&lt;br /&gt;and propagade and give tax rebates&lt;br /&gt;thus resulting in a higher birth rate&lt;br /&gt;And as I said&lt;br /&gt;For the countries sake&lt;br /&gt;Go find a stead and mate&lt;br /&gt;Solving the ageing population will be a piece of cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel's blog has it too I think! We made it up during class. The authors of this rap are, undeniably, the 8 saints of fourK. Special thanks goes to gongkia. He thought of MOST of the funny lines! And for your info, to copulate means to have sex. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, Gongkia and I are playing Pope Idol in class. Cos the latest newsweek have this article on the pope and his papals. Haha, we eliminate one Pope everyday, and see who reigns as, Pope Idol! (Idol music in organ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110977117953796006?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110977117953796006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110977117953796006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110977117953796006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110977117953796006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/03/ageing-population-nc-16-mature-content.html' title='The ageing population (NC-16, mature content)'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110967641725453399</id><published>2005-03-01T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T19:26:57.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAY MIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.big-boys.com/articles/torn.html"&gt;MIME!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS DAMN FUNNY! SHOWS A COOL GUY MIMING A SONG WITHOUT SINGING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint he pro? Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that part he point around and look around. Looks damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, damn, back load of homework. That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to update I guess. Very sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 tests next week... thats going to be... deadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110967641725453399?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110967641725453399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110967641725453399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110967641725453399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110967641725453399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/03/gay-mime.html' title='GAY MIME!'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110950910746670502</id><published>2005-02-27T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T20:58:27.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion dinner, FourK style</title><content type='html'>Yea, had our reunion dinner yesterday at Elizabeth's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with me taking 135. After the long ride, well, I stopped at some very secluded junglish landing. I saw this black small gate with a black heart shape on it. Daniel told me to open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled it open slowly as it made a creakin' sound. I went up the mouldy steps into the gate, leading to a small narrow walk path surrounded by trees, grasses, and creeplers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking for a few yards through the thick greenery, OMG, I saw elizabeth's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7aecb102e00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7aeb4916100000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A swimming pool, bigger than my living room, lie in front of me. Then, there was this gigantic two storey house up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Daniel GongKia and Don, and they took me around the place. OMG, it is like a freakin' maze! No way to describe it, you  have to see it for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 7 dogs at her house, but well, as far as I know, I think 6 are locked up. The sixth dog is the mother, called puddles. She sure has alot of energy. From the time I went there till the time I left, puddles was moving ALL the while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally, all the while. Suddenly, while we are eating, Oo there goes puddles. Then when we were swimming, there goes puddles. When we were playing table soccer, Oh there goes puddles. WTH?! Never saw any organism had so much energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then more people arrived, and then, well they start getting saboed to be thrown into the pool, mostly the girls lah. So childish. HHAHAHAHAA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7aeab104e00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is the "sequel" of how Yee Tien was almost thrown into the pool by e guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7aeb2916700000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7aeb3105600000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played table pool with the guys and gals. Man, Elizabeth is a freakin' pro table soccer player. Think she is even rougher than Daniel. Mm. Nvm. Han Loong and Jun Kiat arrived soon. Btw that pic is Don and Han Loong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7aec8911d00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7aeac917900000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the pizza came and we tucked in. Oh there goes puddles. I only ate one slice I remember, wasn't really hungry anyway. Daniel also made a video showing him pee like a rocket using Elizabeth's hose. It looked very realistic. Check out Daniel's phone for the thing! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7aec9102c00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7aebd105800000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan's dunking e drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we decided to go swim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the guys jumped into the pool and we played stupid games. For instance, we circled around the middle of the pool where there is water spraying upwards, and we played cai1 quan2. Loser must sit on that thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gongkia lost. He sat on it. HAHA. His first response was "WTF?!" then he was off. I tried sitting on that thing, and boy that feeling is gay hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they started saboeing gals into the pool. We also tried jumping into the pool with patterns. Damn gay. Aik Siong arrived soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, the guys tried something, that was, I stand on gongkia and han loong's hand while they are in water, then they lift me to the middle of the pool while I am still standing up, so I appeared to be floating on water! But I dun have the pictures haha. Oh, there goes puddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, and then the guys and gals went in to sit in the mini jacuzzi near the pool. Elizabeth suggested the whole of us move in a circle to make a whirlpool. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, and we saw her torture her terapin. She took this large terapin and put it in a small area, then sprayed it with water. Haha and the poor thing was like running away. Damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7aeb1105400000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7aebb105e00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7ae90914500000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, before we left to bath, the guys took a gay picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7aea3104600000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7af78d13500000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. then they all played table soccer and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7af7f500200000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7af6f501200000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7af53502e00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK e referee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7af50d11d00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7af5ed11300000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to be pyrotechnics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel bought like 100 whistling sparklers, and we cut of the tip, wrap in aluminium foil, then light it up! The result, beautiful fire. Ha ha. Then they had a "rocket making competition". So far, only Han Loong's rocket flew. Btw, we played the stuff outside Elizabeth's house, at the road. Once the gate was open, puddles ran out! It was like, exploring the whole area?! Like suddenly, there goes puddles. Haha. Then Gongkia suggested putting a video cam on the dog's head, can see different scenery everytime haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some outdated pics of Chinese New Year Celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7aed3103600000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7aedd103800000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Ms Tan Jen Fee, and thats Gongkia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7aedb103e00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7aed9103c00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7aec7102200000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7aec1102400000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7aece911b00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7aecf102a00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc06b3127cce90d7aecc911900000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110950910746670502?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110950910746670502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110950910746670502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110950910746670502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110950910746670502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/02/reunion-dinner-fourk-style.html' title='Reunion dinner, FourK style'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110931768767341036</id><published>2005-02-25T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T15:51:34.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunman Dongue Dwisters</title><content type='html'>Works of Dumbmanians:&lt;br /&gt;A Thai Tai Tai Tied A Thai Tie on Her Thai Tai Tai Thigh (Aik Siong and Han Loong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Daniel Soon dared Neilson to Ngiao Suun. (Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi4 Tian1, Yee Tien Eat Tian2 Ji1 (Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool tool for the pool fool (i forgot the long version, but it started from Aloy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidney the kidney went to disney at New Guinea to see Kai Lee (Duno who)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the jungle, I labelled capable sabre tooth Abel malleable Mabel, who wanted to watch tele on the table but tripped over the cable, how unstable? (Daniel Me and Han Loong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea aren't we pro? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence to those offended!! Ps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, CO concert is coming up next Saturday I think. For sec fours, I think its the last chance for us to see our friends on stage performing, as students. So, I think we should all go all the concerts held this year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circuits are fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110931768767341036?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110931768767341036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110931768767341036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110931768767341036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110931768767341036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/02/dunman-dongue-dwisters.html' title='Dunman Dongue Dwisters'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110925785058917255</id><published>2005-02-24T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T23:10:50.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SC song - Aik Siong</title><content type='html'>To the tune: Its my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the life of a student councillor,&lt;br /&gt;Telling people tokeep their handphone pager,&lt;br /&gt;They eat mamee and they drink justtea,&lt;br /&gt;I say stop eating you are not farni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO NAUGHTY!&lt;br /&gt;Listen to SC!&lt;br /&gt;Neither can you eat your loti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO NAUGHTY!&lt;br /&gt;Listen to SC!&lt;br /&gt;There is no point giving me money&lt;br /&gt;Pls stop making me so angry,&lt;br /&gt;Not&lt;br /&gt;Far&lt;br /&gt;Ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just the first verse, not exaclty completed yet I guess haha. FourK productions, Aik Siong's lyrics. Oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut my hair today! Din want too, but Kim Keat treated me!! Thanks alot dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is packed. Although no tests, there are alot of assignments and shit! ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110925785058917255?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110925785058917255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110925785058917255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110925785058917255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110925785058917255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/02/sc-song-aik-siong.html' title='SC song - Aik Siong'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110907199286432000</id><published>2005-02-22T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T19:48:47.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunman is a good place</title><content type='html'>Yea, Dunman High is a good place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious, its built near the sea, has four bball courts and has hostel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Dunman lacks closeby entertainment areas like pool places, cinemas and LAN shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Dunman High is located at a rather secluded area, so we are more or less secluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, Dunman does not have any nearby food courts, the nearest ones being Mac and KFC which can be like found all over Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunman lacks many many CCA's like NCC, soccer etc. For some reason they have com club however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding on, Dunman is a rather small school, compared to schools like Maris Stella, Chinese High and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on that, the food in Dunman is monotonic and boring, and sometimes, even expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there is only one bus in Dunman High where most people take that is 158. Other than that, they have to walk a rather long way to the other bus stops for other buses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT, nonetheless, Dunman is a good place lah hoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... yea but other than the sarcasm there, I must admit, Dunman is not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, for all Simpson lovers, check this out! I listen to it a hundred times and I always manage to laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.m90.org/view_image.php?image_id=2192"&gt;The Real Simpsons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110907199286432000?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110907199286432000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110907199286432000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110907199286432000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110907199286432000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/02/dunman-is-good-place.html' title='Dunman is a good place'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110888735946932359</id><published>2005-02-20T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T16:15:59.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got conned</title><content type='html'>PLEASE READ THIS IS IMPORTANT I THINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Next time, if you go to Kallang MRT, and if a gay guy, who is quite tall, short hair, blurred speech, appears and asks to borrow some money to go home, just ignore him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why? Cos I got conned by that bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started just now, around 3 o clock or so. I alighted at Kallang MRT, and, after missing my bus, decided to go Mac to eat Apple Pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I walked down the steps leading to the Mac, that guy appeared, and well he seemed to be rushing, with sweat and the worried look in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, can I please borrow some money from you? Sorry, cos I lost my wallet then I am in a hurry to get home, please, I just need 3 dollars! Please" (In chinese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok losing wallet is bad enough for me. Somehow I kind of sympathised with him. Yea if I lost my wallet and needed to get home, I will have the same look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, something tells me he is a bit crazy and that he might be crapping, so I bargained, "Er, 2 dollars can? I have four dollars in my wallet." (Actually, I had like, 5 or 6 lah, but well...bastard me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went like, "Huh... but I need 3 dollars to get home. Er why don't you buy the ticket for me? I will pay you for sure! I will pay you back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, dun be gay if you just want 3 bucks ok lah I give and you no need pay back lah, cos its so blardy ma fan. So I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked back to the station to the ticketing machine. On the way he was always saying thank you in a gay way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I asked him where he want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er, Ang Mo Kio first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pressed Ang Mo Kio, and the machine said I have to pay 2.40. Ok, so well I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, I heard the MRT manager saying "Hey what are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then immediately, I stress, IMMEDIATELY, the guy suddenly turned panicky then kept saying "What lah! I lost my wallet! This boy buying for me! I did not force him! He want to buy me you don't believe you ask him!! Nothing to do with you lah...!!!" And he was like shouting shouting shouting. At that time, a number of people gathered about. I had already purchased for him the ticket, then I told him. He took the ticket, then, still cursing the manager, made his way very quickly through the MRT doors, then he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the manager told me its not the only time he did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I am pissed. Not because I lost 2 dollars and fourty cents. Its because I feel abused that my "Kindness" has been misused. I hate that bastard, if he was a conman. I seriously do. I just hope he will not do stupid things again. Well, as I always believe, what goes around comes around, one day you get caught by the police, I will go like "OOOOOHHHH... SOOOOOOOO SAD!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But however, if its like the guy is suffering from mental disorders, well, I just say my luck is bad. Its not his fault that way I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if he is really stupid enough to lost his wallet so many times and ask so many people to buy tickets for him, well, finally there is someone more careless than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dam I have a stupid Physics test tomorrow. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110888735946932359?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110888735946932359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110888735946932359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110888735946932359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110888735946932359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-got-conned.html' title='I got conned'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110873672757698657</id><published>2005-02-18T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T22:25:27.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reactive James</title><content type='html'>Funny. Stayed back after school on Thursday to play Bball with the Bballers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as usual, I was always jumping about when defending, at the slightest movement of the oponent, to the point I always get tricked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha and Wei Chien gave me the nick Reactive James for me being overreactive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I react too much. I am above Potassium in the reactivity series. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's roboracer competition sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT SUCKED LIKE HECK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COS, WE WON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT MEANS I HAVE TO GO AGAIN TOMORROW. SO IT SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dam freakin boring in there. All I did was sit down, sleep,l play CS, walk about, in Funan IT Mall. I can't stand the boredom lah, (and neither can Ryan and Darren I guess), so we made a total of 4 trips around the whole of Funan. Ryan wanted to buy laptop so we went around with him. Played Halo at Pai Kia Computer Shop (PK Computer Shop) and some games at Challenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, after the whole thing ended, I suddenly had to urge to go swee lee at bras basah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I spotted a new shop selling musical stuff somewhere near there. Forgot its name. Its a comparatively smaller shop, but has much much more customers. Only then did I notice they sell real cheap music equipment! Like guitars, drums, amps etc. And I saw this multiclamp and cymbal holder costing a total of 40 bucks only!!! AT SWEE LEE IT WILL COST 140!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha cool. But sian, missed Physics test today, have to retest on Monday, so next week I will have four tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I notice, this few days while I shitted, my ass would be bleeding, like last time. Think I did not eat enought fruits or something. But this time its dam disgusting. When I look down into the toilet bowl, I saw like, bloody shit, and I can see the water slowly turning red from the diffusion of my blood molecules. Den when I wipe my ass and throw the toilet paper into the water, it turned out what I presume looked like a used sanitary pad. WTH did I do to deserve this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will eat two bananas per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAWN. Serious, for some gay reason, I kind of think Mr Kiw is abit misunderstood. Mm... Nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110873672757698657?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110873672757698657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110873672757698657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110873672757698657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110873672757698657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/02/reactive-james.html' title='Reactive James'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110846851031144351</id><published>2005-02-15T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T19:55:10.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREW</title><content type='html'>I FEEL FREAKED UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WROTE A DAM LONG POST AND MY COM HANGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH I DUN FEEL LIKE WRITING IT AGAIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110846851031144351?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110846851031144351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110846851031144351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110846851031144351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110846851031144351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/02/screw.html' title='SCREW'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110794843256719248</id><published>2005-02-09T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T19:27:12.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unloseristic Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Daniel called at around 8 and told me to go meet him and friends at the usual hangout. Hotshots ya know..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I left home at around 9 or so. Went to meet daniel at the void deck. While waiting, I saw this damn cute and lazy cat lying on the void deck chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc28b3127cce905b365b17de00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc28b3127cce905b346817ec00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It din even gave a damn when I turned on the flash on my camera. It just twitched its eyes, then continued sleeping. Lazy cat haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so finally Daniel came and we took cab to meet Kim Keat and then to hotshots. Daniel brought along those whistling fire sticks. Mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to hotshots, the WHOLE of marine parade was dead except that place, so it was kind of scary actually. But inside, well, the usual place, the usual old tough guy. Played pool with them a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember while playing with Kim Keat, he did one dam chio shot on me. My ball was like, blocking one of the pockets, then Kim Keat shot the cue ball to hit one of his balls to get into that pocket. Instead of hitting mine in, and getting that ball in as well, his ball went in, and displaced my ball!! It was a dam nice shot I must say!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few moments later, Abel arrived! Then Zhi Wei. Played Pool yea. What else could we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO after like 2 hours of pool, we decided to go KBOX to sing some songs. Well, when we found out that it was 25.90 per person, we decided to heck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS GAY! JUST FOR A ROOM AND TV AND MIKE, 25 bucks. Wao they earn alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so we went to the open space where Mac is, when we had the gay idea of taking pictures with the poor Ronald sitting on the chair. 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Its ronald! (digs nose)&lt;br /&gt;Ronald: HEHEHE that tickles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc28b3127cce905b41fdd6eb00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Wei: Omg, I am feeling horny. Ronald, can you give me a throw?&lt;br /&gt;Ronald: Woohoo! Hell yea! Come sit on my neck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc28b3127cce905b5b8757ac00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald: Oh Zhi Wei! I can smell your dick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc28b3127cce905b5cb9963900000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald: OWWWWWW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc28b3127cce905b5696961300000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Wei: (Orgasms) ARGHHHHH!!!! SHIT!!! ARGH... OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ronald: *SLURPZZZ* *GULP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc28b3127cce905b54bc170800000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Wei: Ok thank you for your service! And F*** you!&lt;br /&gt;Ronald: Enjoy your meal see you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit I am tarnishing the name of my company haha. Ah, anyway the above was created for entertainment purpose. No sperms were killed in the making. Ronald wasn't seriously hurt either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE WE GAY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway, after that we decided to go Seven Eleven to have a quick bite. After that, Abel left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us walked our way to east coast park, well for fun. The stars were brilliant I must say. Serious. The view was magnificant. Its the first time I saw so many stars in the sky. It was very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We noticed that we are like, one of the few Chinese in the whole of East Coast park! Because there were alot of Malays camping there! Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to go the Mac of East Coast. Before that, we saw a live band performing in some bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc28b3127cce905b6b0d573e00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc28b3127cce905b6eec967500000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc28b3127cce905b78fe175c00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea I know its not very clear, couldn't get a better view of it. But they were cool, all the songs they played were almost impromptu. We heard them play "Sweet Child of mine", "This Love", "With or Without you". All were dedicated by the people in the bar! Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Kim Keat's father fetched us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea after that, like ya know, 18 hours, I am updating my blog haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110794843256719248?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110794843256719248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110794843256719248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110794843256719248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110794843256719248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/02/unloseristic-chinese-new-year.html' title='Unloseristic Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110786579131437398</id><published>2005-02-08T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T20:29:51.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone else has had more sex than me</title><content type='html'>Yea thats a fact, anyway, its just a damn cute song with a damn cute animation. Trust me, no porn or nude and any crap, just pure cuteness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atomfilms.com/af/content/more_sex_than"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a loseristic Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110786579131437398?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110786579131437398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110786579131437398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110786579131437398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110786579131437398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/02/everyone-else-has-had-more-sex-than-me.html' title='Everyone else has had more sex than me'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110777081034910770</id><published>2005-02-07T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T18:06:50.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucid Vapour</title><content type='html'>Here is one of those hao lian posts! Had a wonderful time in the CNY rehearsal today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early, plan to go school early in case Pokvin needs help with the equipment. Turned out, there ARE a heck lot of stuff to bring up to class from Dom's house! Pokvin fetched them to school, where we carried it up. Amps were as heavy as I thought they would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the normal lessons. I was rather excited and feeling stupid throughout, so time passed VERY slowly. I remember I insulted Ms Loh during her lesson. She was like "Hey we must finish this chapter by today!". And I foolishly said, "Good luck." Rude me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when assembly started, Gongkia told me bad news that Sam does not want to come. After much persuation, he finally relented and came. Lucky, or it will be shit. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we moved the drumset from band room to the hall. Dam heavy. No wonder the band members are so muscular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we equiped up, played out stuff, did our flares, well, and the response was positive! Ha ha, but the negative thing was that we are kicked out of the audition as we did not have a chinese theme in our performance. Thats sad, but never mind! We'll be back haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110777081034910770?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110777081034910770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110777081034910770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110777081034910770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110777081034910770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/02/lucid-vapour.html' title='Lucid Vapour'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110769542189930468</id><published>2005-02-06T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T21:10:21.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We went to Dom and Jam's house</title><content type='html'>Haha no lah we went to dom's house to jam. It was quite fun, the only unfun part was that Sam was sick so we were without a guitarist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later went to play pool with Dom gongkia pokvin and lard. I must admit, Dom is damn good! His shots are those very smooth one, not zam, not tyco. Duno how to describe, his is just pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, I lost pokvin, I lost dom. Ha ha. Nooblet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH I HAVE ALOT OF SHIT LEFT TO DO! HOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm. Anyway, tomorrow's the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110769542189930468?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110769542189930468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110769542189930468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110769542189930468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110769542189930468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/02/we-went-to-dom-and-jams-house.html' title='We went to Dom and Jam&apos;s house'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110750411626769994</id><published>2005-02-04T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T16:01:56.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right now, 3.50</title><content type='html'>And here I am struggling the remaining hours of computer club. Seriously, for some stupid reasons, I can't get myself to like this place, although I should be somewhat promoting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it here. I hate staring at the computer doing nothing. I hate programming the roboracer, that never works I guess. I hate all these stuff now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I joined com club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems, 3 years ago, I was a geeky com enthusiast, that simply can't get enough of JavaScript and HTML. So I remembered on the CCA form I placed Com Club as first choice. I even consulted the teacher in charge I think. Well, sure enough, I got in! At first, it seriously was fun, with Zhi Kai, Ren Jie, Han Zhen, Dwi etc. They were sec 2's at that time. We learnt flash, played games (secretly), programmed robots, together, and for once I liked my cca. Well, things change I guess, as the years go by, I lose my interest in computers for something else. I began to slacken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my attitude started going haywire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, I started to hate computer club. Well, I pissed off many teachers and chairpersons already, perhaps this last year I shall try not to do anything stupid. Haiz, now that Ren Jie and all my seniors left, com club is just an empty shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, on the good side, I only have to come once a week, Friday, "slack" for a few hours, and there I go home! Ha ha. So, I still have no regrets I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for com club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we sort of screwed up Ms Wong's Physics Practical just now. While she was explaining the need for significant figures and all the mundane stuff, almost the whole class I gues where molding the blue tac given to us. Ha ha, I managed to make two dices out of it, then I used my pen to poke the holes. Han Loong and Don made a shit I think, and Gongkia just rolled a DAM long piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, but I think Ms Wong is a very cute teacher. Even though we were "mischevious" she was still like laughing at our blue tac masterpieces and telling us not to play in a very friendly manner. Not that we should take advantage of that, just that well, it sort of enhances the teacher student relationship? I don't know how to explain haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea and she said we are the only class who actually fiddled with the blue tac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, anyway I am just bored. Four o clock now, one more hour. Mm, shall collect my contact lens later, hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.. bored&lt;br /&gt;lamed&lt;br /&gt;crappyied&lt;br /&gt;la nina'ed&lt;br /&gt;el nino'ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive The Middle... 3 more days... hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110750411626769994?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110750411626769994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110750411626769994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110750411626769994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110750411626769994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/02/right-now-350.html' title='Right now, 3.50'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110743898211264139</id><published>2005-02-03T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T21:56:22.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so</title><content type='html'>fourKing worked up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110743898211264139?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110743898211264139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110743898211264139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110743898211264139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110743898211264139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-am-so.html' title='I am so'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110735529378821368</id><published>2005-02-02T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T22:41:33.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumo</title><content type='html'>Went to watch B gals match with SAC just now. Half the dunman crowd was fourKers. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know was, there was this damn pro number 4 from dunman. Too pro, nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after that, me gongkia, nehji and don went to eat some Sumo restaurant. Daniel Aik Siong and gang decided to have FGT, Fried Gui Tiao I think. Was it? I not sure, haha anyway on the way to our restaurants we crapped about short formed foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CTG: Cai Tau Gui (Carrot Cake)&lt;br /&gt;CGT: Cha Gui Tiao&lt;br /&gt;JF: Ji Fan (Chicken Rice)&lt;br /&gt;YF: Ya Fan (Duck Rice)&lt;br /&gt;CF: Cai Fan (Vegetable Rice)&lt;br /&gt;RT: Roti Prata&lt;br /&gt;RJ: Rojak&lt;br /&gt;LS: Laksa&lt;br /&gt;FHM: Fried Hokkien Mee (HAHAHA Han Loong thought of this!)&lt;br /&gt;PIE: Pie&lt;br /&gt;GTM: Gui Tiao Mee&lt;br /&gt;BM: Ban Mian&lt;br /&gt;EM: Ee Mian&lt;br /&gt;WTM: Wan Tan Mian&lt;br /&gt;YTM: Yun Tun Mian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to Sumo restaurant I think. The environment there is SUPERB! Its very very simple and traditional, so it gives the very home feeling inside! The food is damn cheap too! 2.90 for a full meal! With soup and veggie and fruits! Had Kutsudon I think. Not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we (gongkia, don, nehji) finished our meals, we decided to play cai quan to decide who gets to eat the oranges on my plate. I dun really like oranges. So anyway, I lost. Then I was trying to be gay to lick and suck the heck out of the oranges, in the end I dropped it on the floor. Ah, Shang Yuun as the video clip haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home. Mm... kind of sian now. I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110735529378821368?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110735529378821368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110735529378821368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110735529378821368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110735529378821368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/02/sumo.html' title='Sumo'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110725183565840096</id><published>2005-02-01T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T17:57:15.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagboard replies</title><content type='html'>Argh, ps, wasn't active in my tagboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I just wanna say thank you to all those who responded to "Where"! Haha you all will get discounts there next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to xinrong daniel kimkeat yanling: the ball thing is almost over liao so nvm haha... nobody's fault, its my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dRey: haha thanks! thank joemil!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naggy: no thats not an offence! but its like, calling a teacher by his name directly so its rude lah haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;READ A DAMN FARNIE POSTCARD FROM DARYL's ANGEL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No its not the message that is funny, its the postcard itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos at the back of this "The Twins Effect 2" postcard, there got alot of the casts pictures. Then on the first one, I see some guy with the caption "Tum Yong Juun" Or something, watever it is, it sounded like a name. Then I went to look at the captions of others "Thai Fish Cake", "Tom Yam Bee Hoon", all the crap, I started laughing like a gay fag! HAHA THEY MAKE IT SEEM LIKE THE GUY's NAME IS "Tom Yam Bee Hoon". GAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the funiest, on Cheng Long's son's caption, I saw "Seafood Fried Rice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I din know cheng long's son is called seafood fried rice... lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you really have to see it for yourself to get the picture haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for bio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110725183565840096?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110725183565840096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110725183565840096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110725183565840096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110725183565840096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/02/tagboard-replies.html' title='Tagboard replies'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110717705309170478</id><published>2005-01-31T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T21:10:53.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangent graph of life</title><content type='html'>Woo, people, check out the song Battlestar Scralatchtica by Incubus if you can! It gives the kick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. Counting down the days, 6 more days! Till, the big day. Muahaha. No its not my birthday. Its something else =p!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gay stuff happened during my blogging absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I remember last Friday, while I was about to call Mr Lu for a chat outside staffroom (nah, its for the ball), I said something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, may I speak to Lu Han Ling, I am, (Oh shit) (laughs like a fag), no sorry, I mean Mr Lu, I am James Guk from sec 4 K. haha, thank you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel was laughing like siao at the other end. Man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mr Lu came out. Well, at least he was smiling. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh, shi4 shui2 mei2 da4 mei2 xiao3 ah? Jiao4 wo3 Lu2 Han4 Lin2!!" I think he wanted to add a "Tamade" But well, just did not dare to haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the Youth Concert of Saturday, but well, don't want to talk too much about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat else...? Oh ya I got a haircut from the Joemil. I dunno about it. But I think its definitely better than my previous one? Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, oso, I noticed, life is just like a graph graph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The x axis is time, the y axis is emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can suddenly get so damn high! So High till you can't measure it! But then, the next moment, you are the saddest man on earth. Then again, you are happy and high again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to have my Geog test tomorrow, I think. They say going to postpone but I not sure. Haiz. Ok. I hope, well, all fourKers are not too stressed out ba. Good Luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110717705309170478?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110717705309170478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110717705309170478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110717705309170478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110717705309170478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/01/tangent-graph-of-life.html' title='Tangent graph of life'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110684251151971006</id><published>2005-01-28T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T00:15:11.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 teachers</title><content type='html'>Watch in awe as me and Daniel continue to head the ball... in 4k classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lu Han Ling&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kiw Sin Wa&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lu Chou Mei&lt;br /&gt;Ms Loh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok it was freakin' embarrassing when Ms Loh had to stop her lesson at 4E for a while just to signal us to stop the nonsense. And heard from siang yee, she was waving her hand at us for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, and well, the orange volleyball got confiscated, luckily by Mr Lu and not Mr Kiw. Sorry Claudia and 4B, its our fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mr Kiw was talking whether I could keep my post just now. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway, yesterday, I went to plaza sing alone, and then had a superb dinner at okonomiyaki.omelet.house at basement 2. Its very cool, there are only a few seats and those seats surround the cook, who is shielded from our saliva by a glass pan. The cooks cooking is freakin' pro. He uses two woks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, lameness, anyway I ordered a noodle omelet plus chicken. I think the person gave me the wrong order, cos in the end I got noodle omelet plus seafood plus ham plus cheese, which I think is much more expensive? Mm, who cares! Its already shitted out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, just to recommend, its a good place to fill ur stomach! Its really very nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110684251151971006?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110684251151971006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110684251151971006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110684251151971006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110684251151971006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/01/4-teachers.html' title='4 teachers'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110656580609919169</id><published>2005-01-24T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T19:23:26.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where</title><content type='html'>Next time, if I have the money and opportunity, I will open a fast food restaurant called "Where".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its cool right? Like everytime you and your friends are bored in the canteen after school, then always hear people say, "Oi, go where now?" Now if the restaurant WHERE existed, they will be reminded of it and say something like, "... oh! Hey let's go Where eat! Ha ha ha ha!" Ha ha ha nice right? Then my restaurant will be densely packed with students and adults who are lost and duno Where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chinese name of the restaurant will be "Na2 Li3". Ha ha why? Same example above, cept that the person will speak in chinese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my restaurant will sell burgers, but the special thing is, the customer design it! Once they walked in and take a seat, they will be greeted by a computer interfaced menu, with selection of type of buns, patties, vegetables etc etc. They can have a 5 layered burger or a simple sandwhich, and the ingredients all dependent on what he or she chooses. Of course, the more you choose, the more expensive the burger will be as the burger will be charged per item you select on it. Like e.g. They choose a 1 dollar bun top and bottom, a 3 dollar black pepper meat patty and 50 cent veges, so the burger will cost 4.50!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool right haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in order to keep up to such precise orders, the kitchen equipment has to be special. Instead of having one big griller grilling only one type of patty at once, I will have like ALOT of small grillers that grill each order patty by patty, speeding things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110656580609919169?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110656580609919169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110656580609919169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110656580609919169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110656580609919169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/01/where.html' title='Where'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110647814628234329</id><published>2005-01-23T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T19:02:26.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Day again</title><content type='html'>The day before yesterday, which is like, Friday, I went to play pool with Dunmanians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd termed it Dunmanians cos 1/3 of the people at hotshots were Dunmanians, mostly like, well, underaged (Dom, Dick...). Went to play punch with Kim Keat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics for entertainment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df03b3127cce9ea475093e8e00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df03b3127cce9ea58a625e4e00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df03b3127cce9ea58a605e4c00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df03b3127cce9ea58a445e6800000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df03b3127cce9ea58ad5dfc900000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious Lard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df03b3127cce9ea58a925ebe00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel whacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df03b3127cce9ea58b121ea600000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df03b3127cce9ea58b0a1ebe00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df03b3127cce9ea58be81e5c00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro Eepster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df03b3127cce9ea58bcb9f4f00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic looks damn scary right... like shutter... but well, thats gongkia haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost. Well, so I had to pay up. Damn sian, was supposed to go watch meet the fockers, but they suddenly changed their minds and decided to go play LAN. Haiz, so I just went with them to the place near Paya Lebar to play LAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was gay, they started playing some game on WarCraft 3. And then they played skirmish. I got owned as usual, so I decided to quit. Then they switched to BattleField. I feel blardy pissed sia, some people keep shooting their own teamates. In the end no fun at all, this sucks. Next time must close friendly fire and play smaller maps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then later, went to play FiFa 2005, 4 players! Its kind of cool. Me and daniel won Ee Pin and Kim Keat! Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bad thing that happened yesterday, Kim Keat lost his X700 while playing LAN. WTF. I feel pissed seriously. He placed it near his bag, but he presumed it dropped. And while playing, I noticed two bastards who were near our tables watching us play. I thought it was wierd. One of those assholes must haf taken the X700 and left happily. Fuck to you thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, next time, I think its best we just keep our valuables in our pockets and not lying around on tables etc all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the LANing, Kim Keat, me and Daniel went home together. When Kim Keat left, me and daniel decided to go eat chou dou fu (smelly bean curd).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 bucks per piece, its quite expensive. And it really stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df03b3127cce9ea58b941e2000000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I just found out something about pool, cos I went to play with Daniel one on one again. At first, I was very serious in getting the balls in, the angles and the methods to which i get the balls in. I was so engrossed that I keep missing, and that makes me more discouraged. So, I lost the first 4 or 3 matches. Then nearing the end of the hour, I suddenly got this feeling, "hey since pool ain't ur best sport, why dun just drop it and play for fun! no need so serious!". So, I just crapped my shots haha, as in just ta kai ta kai and quickly shoot and well, get in or not dun care lah. It turned out, I flared, and won the last two matches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if the ball gets in, what matters is if the two players had fun - James.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110647814628234329?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110647814628234329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110647814628234329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110647814628234329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110647814628234329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/01/pool-day-again.html' title='Pool Day again'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110614471883339918</id><published>2005-01-19T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T22:25:18.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>91.3 dedications</title><content type='html'>I was listening to 91.3 FM dedications last night, at around 10 p.m., and I notice some funny stuffs going about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the dedications really sound gay and funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there will be nooblets going like :"Hello... Hello? Hello? (Toooooo)". So they wasted their time trying to call in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there will be gei kiangers going like:"Hello everybody! This is DJ Louise! Let me see, today I want to dedicate the song (Some song) to all my friends and my darling! Yes. Long time no coming in to dedicate songs liao. Ok lah, signing off here. Hey remember ah, I am DJ Louise! So I am going liao. Bye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not that I dun like this kind of dedications. Its quite interesting and spices things up, but well, when you have to listen to the same shit from different DJ's (DJ ah boy, ah gal, uncle, auntie blah blah), it kind of gets rather irritating lah. Ok lah, not that I wun do the same thing, but well, just trying to write something down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today me, Daniel, Don, Han Loong and Gongkia (Furious Five) went to Gongkia's condo, mainly to eat. I tell you, I never been to a cheaper restaurant serving great food. 3 bucks, a WIDE selection of chinese cum thai cuisine, filling to stomach. OMG I dun mind going again. Its taste great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went Gongkia's house, mainly to cause havoc I think. I think he's mom was quite surprised and pissed that 4 guys suddenly storm into her house to dao luan. Ha ha, anyway, we went quickly, and left quickly, about 20 minutes or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its Jon's Birthday!! Ha ha, he got kai'ed too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm... ok damn tired liao, nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110614471883339918?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110614471883339918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110614471883339918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110614471883339918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110614471883339918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/01/913-dedications.html' title='91.3 dedications'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110604624911841220</id><published>2005-01-18T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T19:07:56.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragostea Din Tei</title><content type='html'>(Intro)&lt;br /&gt;Ma-ia Hee...&lt;br /&gt;Ma-ia Huu...&lt;br /&gt;Ma-ia Hoo...&lt;br /&gt;Ma-ia HaHa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat 4 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alo, Salut, sunt eu, un haiduc,&lt;br /&gt;Si te rog, iubirea mea, primeste fericirea.&lt;br /&gt;Alo, alo, sunt eu Picasso,&lt;br /&gt;Ti-am dat beep, si sunt voinic,&lt;br /&gt;Dar sa stii nu-ti cer nimic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei,&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei.&lt;br /&gt;Chipul tau si dragostea din tei,&lt;br /&gt;Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te sun, sa-ti spun, ce simt acum,&lt;br /&gt;Alo, iubirea mea, sunt eu, fericirea.&lt;br /&gt;Alo, alo, sunt iarasi eu, Picasso,&lt;br /&gt;Ti-am dat beep, si sunt voinic,&lt;br /&gt;Dar sa stii nu-ti cer nimic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;(Intro)&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song am I talking about? Dragostea Din Tei. Some Roman Techno. Serious, by a Romania band called O-zone I think. Go download and listen, very nice and cool. But be warned: Its techno. Oh oso, for people who really want to laugh, check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.big-boys.com/articles/dudelipsync.html"&gt;Lip Syncing this song!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please wait for the whole thing to load then view from bottom to start! Very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm... negative feedback tells me that I have the very sleepy look everytime. And that is not good. That sucks. So I shall be awake. From now on! I must not have that sleepy guai lan look. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the Chinese Book test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have not finish reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In deep shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some luck...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110604624911841220?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110604624911841220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110604624911841220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110604624911841220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110604624911841220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/01/dragostea-din-tei.html' title='Dragostea Din Tei'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110594817573698912</id><published>2005-01-17T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T16:22:57.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Rain</title><content type='html'>Oh man, I am really starting to miss dhs. I was on my way home today, then I went to squat at my fav spot at bus stop. Then the sky was grayish and dreamy looking, and it was drizzling a little, then looking at the field with the kids playing, the basketball with the people playing, and the ever so large sky, I really suddenly feel that I will be missing this scene. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really passes and goes. Hope you will treasure it. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days I feel a little wierd. I think I am a very act...beng?! I duno, but well, suddenly felt this way. But then its like if I dun be the way I am now, I will be like very over guai. So its like the extremes?! How do I get to the middle? Oh crap, I am crapping again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, we placed a sign "Meet the FourKers" daringly in front of our class door. So passers-by can see the sign and stare into the class now, wondering who the fourK we are haha. Think its very cool, but I got a feeling Mr Kiw will question me about it. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, speaking of Mr Kiw, I have been attached to him to assist him his never ending projects and stuff. When I stepped into his room for the first time, I wasn't surprised by the messiness of his room. Somehow its like my room. Maybe people with shitty handwriting have untidy rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, his whole room was full of papers, crap, cards, BALLS, maybe socks but I din see. He took like, 5 minutes to search through his list of CD's before he got the one he wanted. He just passed to me and say see how I can sort it out. I duno, but I just did and its like, nothing wrong with it? The Cd he gave me was the profile pictures of all the students in DHS 2004, so hehehehehe! I have all your pictures in my com now!!! Ha ha ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I noticed today's rain was damn beautiful, not like normal rain. Normal rain is very noisy and the raindrops damn long, but today's rain like almost soundless, then the raindrops like snow. Chio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it I guess, haiz.. wish me luck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110594817573698912?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110594817573698912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110594817573698912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110594817573698912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110594817573698912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/01/beautiful-rain.html' title='Beautiful Rain'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110579896355612524</id><published>2005-01-15T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T22:22:43.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shall get straight to the point</title><content type='html'>...I got contact lens! Ha ha. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was gay trying to put it on. I spend at least, 40 or 50 tries to place it into my eyeball, and always I will wink and it will drop. Stupid sia. Its dam scary. Finally, I manage to stick it in. OMG I have perfect vision! Ha ha its the first time I saw myself so clearly without spects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plucking it out was easier, I guess. It felt very wierd too. But ah, nvm, I shall grow used to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not wearing to school yet, he say must increase usage time 2 hours per day or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a plan. New New year resolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Today onwards, I will force myself not to buy drinks anymore from school. Shall bring a water bottle instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day: save lets say 50 cents.&lt;br /&gt;100 days: 50 bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards, I will not eat Mac when I have to chance to, or buy Ice Milo or eat some sundae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day save: $1.95&lt;br /&gt;10 days save: 19.95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards, I might want to quit drums course at yamaha. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 month save: 63 bucks&lt;br /&gt;12 months save: 756 bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards, I shall always ask for allowance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week gain: extra 5 bucks&lt;br /&gt;20 weeks gain: 100 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards, I shall cut down on my Long John Eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week save: lessay, 4.60&lt;br /&gt;20 weeks save: 92 bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I will save money. But for what... hahaha... nvm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110579896355612524?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110579896355612524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110579896355612524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110579896355612524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110579896355612524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-shall-get-straight-to-point.html' title='I shall get straight to the point'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110571112715352813</id><published>2005-01-14T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T21:58:47.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demoralised</title><content type='html'>Went for Computer Club to there. Seriously, I suddenly realised I have been or rather am a complete bastard there. All I do is slack, play games, set a bad example, act punk, and well, obviously, get daoed by almost everyone (except Darren). Haiz, all my senior friends like Han Zhen and Ren Jie and Dwi left for JC liao, so I am all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a new teacher for Com Club as teacher in charge other than Mr Lim. Mr Tan, was the ex DM of Geylang Methodist Sec I think. And that is kind of scary. Actually, when I saw his face, I knew he wasn't those kind of "easy" characters. There is this sort of "Kiwness" in his eyes. Oh well, he is going to be in charge of com club, that means, I can't play games or do what I like openly. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kiw.... I must say, if you have never been taught by him, you will never feel sorry for him. Today, he sort of had his emotional time. Because a few days ago, Shawn's ball was confiscated as he was playing with his shirt untucked. A lil' unreasonable I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, Mr Kiw found a lil' note from Shawn's uncle going like "Why did you confiscate his ball".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of the Mr Siva incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mr Kiw came to class and talked to us, how he wished he did not have to catch us with our errors and problems, how he would like to close his eyes and rest, how much work he has to do. And all he gets is the shit from the parents and students etc. He ended his speech with a long and rather rare sigh. It sort of dragged my heart down too. He said he wanted to retire early because of all this craps. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, Mr Kiw is one of the teacher whose lessons change lifes. He talkes about our future and how to get a better one, instead of how to pass our O levels. Its really very inspirational. Somehow, I am starting to thank Mr Lu for pangseh'ing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Com Club had alot of new lil' new comers going for audition. Somewhat like Singapore Idol haha, cept they answer computeristic questions. I wasn't invovled in the audition cos I was sleeping I think. But I got to know a few of the sec 1's. Looking at them, I sometimes wonder, Time passes so fast. I am like so old right now. CHOI! NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok thats about it. Nitez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110571112715352813?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110571112715352813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110571112715352813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110571112715352813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110571112715352813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/01/demoralised.html' title='Demoralised'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110561152227380328</id><published>2005-01-13T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T18:18:42.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MengTian</title><content type='html'>And once again, I was called up to be the model. Stupid sia. And I always can't control that gay smile of mine. WTH... its not fair, my sleeves are like, extremely normal, why the heck must I sew em up?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, thats life, life got kick! And I like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110561152227380328?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110561152227380328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110561152227380328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110561152227380328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110561152227380328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/01/mengtian.html' title='MengTian'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110543784206093068</id><published>2005-01-11T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T18:04:02.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kute Mr Kiw</title><content type='html'>Well, I never expected Mr Kiw, the DM of Dunman High, to be so cute and cold. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants us to get 3 coloured cards, red, yellow and green, about the size of the whiteboard cleaner. When he is teaching, or rather, talking, we can show how we "feel" about his speech through the coloured cards. If we enjoy what he is talking and want more, we show the green card. If we neither enjoy nor hate what is talking, we show the yellow card. If we think he is crapping, we show the red card. But there is a catch, if you flash a red card while the whole class flashes the green card, you have to go take a stroll till he finishes talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must say, he uses "luan gong" to make us study. Other teachers Ngeh Ngeh force us to read ke wen and ci yu, but his is like, he can talk you into studying for the sake of knowledge.......? Proster I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, and Han Loong said his favourite song is American Idiot by Green Day. Ha ha ha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found this phrase sort of interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam sung Samsung. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha if you ever get it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110543784206093068?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110543784206093068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110543784206093068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110543784206093068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110543784206093068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/01/kute-mr-kiw.html' title='Kute Mr Kiw'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110536016894966057</id><published>2005-01-10T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T21:06:39.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I had for dinner</title><content type='html'>This is what I had for dinner today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df31b3127cce9e5c84be57ba00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad. Its called "jia mua pua gua..." Ha ha did I get it right? Chi1 Fan4 Pei4 Dan4. Eat rice with egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, my Dad fries the best eggs man. I can easily finish 4 of his fried eggs without much of a problem. High cholestrol? But why the heck am I still so skinny. Mm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timetable change. AND IT SUCKS! For 3 days, after recess we would have Ms Tan Jen Fee, and she requires us to be early. This means no basketball games till the bellring. $*(@... Its not fair. So for half the year we will have shitty recesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm... reading this book called A Walk To Remember by some guy whose name I forgot. Very nice touching story I must say. I notice story books when we start reading we will be bored and uninterested, the further on, like after the middle of the book or something, we will suddenly like want to finish the book immediately and chiong all the way. Like an exponential graph I think. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian Ka Lao Sai, tomorrow all our periods are two by two. As in its all 2 perioded lessons. And that totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last weekend sort of sucked. So I don't want to talk about it... Yea thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here are some pics from last week. Took them for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df31b3127cce9e5c937696d100000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han Loong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df31b3127cce9e5c937f17e800000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df31b3127cce9e5c933117a600000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Yee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df31b3127cce9e5c93f8965f00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df31b3127cce9e5c907dd64300000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df31b3127cce9e5c90ec57e200000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110536016894966057?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110536016894966057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110536016894966057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110536016894966057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110536016894966057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-i-had-for-dinner.html' title='What I had for dinner'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110510140981305234</id><published>2005-01-07T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T20:36:49.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Molestation Accusation</title><content type='html'>Mr Kiw is starting to reveal the true colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I must admit, his first day proved to be rather interesting and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the second lesson, it was crap. For me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it was ok, he talked his usual stories, then answered questions etc. Then, I think he started to talk about appearance or something, so he called me up. I had been dreading that like shit, cos my buckle came out (again) during flag raising. So, I somehow snailed my way up with my hands in my pocket to prevent my pants from falling down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my shirt could not tuck in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I reached the front of the class, I sort of explained to him about my buckling problems. Wow that really sparked off the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kiw (In an accurate china-man cum singaporean accent):"You all see, this is the kind of people leading you all. You know your buckle came out, why don't you go and get a safety pin or something to clip on your pants..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me( in chinese)" Ya, I got, I was wanting to go down something after lessons to get one..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kiw "But since you know you are not "he ge", den you should haf raised up your hand to be excused to get some pin! Also you can have asked your classmates!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "(Laughs like a gay)er, but who in class will have a safety pin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kiw"You don't ask how you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out, Ang Hee had safety pins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH WHY AM I SO SUI?! So, I took the three pins stuck together and ran toilet to fix my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back, then when I went in, I kana ngiao again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos my shirt was more than 3 fingers down the pants. WTH IS THAT?! So I went to toilet to fix again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back, then Mr Kiw told me to stand straight, with my arms at the side, the he told me to suck in my stomach. And he patted me somewhere below there!! Wa I was like...WTF?! Nvm. Anyway the whole class was laughing away. So I managed to stand to the posture he wanted me to. Only then they realised the line of safety pins dangling on my pants, cos I thought I couldn't take them out. Mr Kiw told me to re put again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the toilet for the third time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, he is still a good teacher you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110510140981305234?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110510140981305234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110510140981305234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110510140981305234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110510140981305234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/01/molestation-accusation.html' title='Molestation Accusation'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110501914752481234</id><published>2005-01-06T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T19:17:28.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs Yee's Kallang Wave</title><content type='html'>Ok, we did something gay and funny today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you realised, Mrs Yee as the uncanny habit of closing her eyes whenever she talks to the class, as if she was processing what she was to say in her brain. Ha ha, somewhat like the computer harddisk light. When the com is running like shit, it was start lighting up and blinking. Same for her eyes, cept it just closes and shakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, backrow people, Daniel, me, Daryl, Han Loong, Don, and even Isa and Tiff, made I think 2 successful Kallang Waves while Mrs Yee was with her eyes-closed. Once, we were unsuccesful, she caught Don standing up with the hands in the air. So don pretended to raise up the hand and ask some stupid question. And guess what, she believed it. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am currently timing her average eye closing time so we can have a safer and more successful kallang waves next time. So far, the shortest time for her eyes closed was 2 seconds, the longest so far was 28 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong Rocks. I feel damn lucky. 4K got all the super duper old and experienced teachers. I can't help but feel like... haiz, one more year. This is all going to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110501914752481234?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110501914752481234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110501914752481234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110501914752481234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110501914752481234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/01/mrs-yees-kallang-wave.html' title='Mrs Yee&apos;s Kallang Wave'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110483130950126353</id><published>2005-01-04T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T17:35:09.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in 4K</title><content type='html'>Rocks. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am sitting at the furthest left hand corner non-door seat, next to Gongkia. In front of me is Don, and beside Don is Han Loong. Cool, all good friends sitting together, I am surprised Ms Low allowed that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so our teachers, all the fun ones gone, replaced by nooblets. And not all nooblets are new I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for instance Ms Yee, or Mrs Yee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, its not that I hate her, I don't really like her either. First thing she came to class, talk about formal affairs, then asked me if I had appointed an English rep. I say no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa that sparked off a nagging session. She started talking about the fact that other classes had already done it and I was wasting time blah blah blah. She also ended it with a rather insulting note "This class has a leadership problem..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na bei that really killed me. Come on, this is the first time I am taking such a post and there she is trying to demoralise me. Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she went on talking about raining cats and dog stuff, and journal and about the nasty letters she wrote to the O'level examiners. I must say this, she has broken the record for the most boring teacher in my life. I shall try my best to stay awake throughout her period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so its back to playing basketball and stuff again. Ha ha, I managed to "master" double cartwheel, although the accuracy is 00.001% chance of getting in. Who cares, its fun doing the cartwheel thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha also did alot of funny stuff with Aik Siong and Han Loong in class, sing songs and change the genre of the song. Very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Gongkia's birthday, and my camera is coming along too. I think he will get kai'ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm... but well, mundane. Mundane. Down and bored. What the heck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110483130950126353?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110483130950126353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110483130950126353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110483130950126353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110483130950126353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/01/life-in-4k.html' title='Life in 4K'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110475475864543967</id><published>2005-01-03T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T20:19:18.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 4K class committee</title><content type='html'>Chairperson: James&lt;br /&gt;Secretary: Ang Hee&lt;br /&gt;Treasurer: Yi Wei&lt;br /&gt;Monitor: Gongkia&lt;br /&gt;Monitress: Claire&lt;br /&gt;AV Reps: Yee Tien and Han Loong&lt;br /&gt;PE Reps: Jun Kiat and Pearl&lt;br /&gt;SPC: Chloe and Pach&lt;br /&gt;Maths Reps: Tiffany and Don&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...-_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110475475864543967?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110475475864543967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110475475864543967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110475475864543967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110475475864543967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/01/2005-4k-class-committee.html' title='2005 4K class committee'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110451902540007241</id><published>2005-01-01T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T21:55:38.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foam Fiesta</title><content type='html'>Today, was fun, undoubtedly the second best day of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started of with a mundane morning. Went to play pool for a while with Kim Keat, Don and rest after going to CDC to study (more on that another day). Was fun, then rushed home to change and get styled, before I prepared to go for the countdown at esplanade with Zhi Wei and Kim Keat and the rest!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89b9c5599400000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats one of the three birds that we rear in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89beef981500000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird thinking: Nabei, raining countdown what shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I agree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining miserably throughout the day. Stopping and starting and stopping and starting. According to geographic terms, this kind of rain is usually caused by a cold air front meeting a warm air front. Enough of geog. Ok, anyway, when I reached Aljunied MRT, it started raining like shit! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, nonetheless I reached City Hall unwetted. It WAS VERY VEY CROWDED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was early, I decided to take a lonely walk to Suntec City to get some cash. Nothing much interesting happened during the trip though I must say. Cept that the ATM broke down and I waited like half and hour for it to repair. Oh ya, also saw this cool Sushi Stall where u can view the chef in action!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89be50199a00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89be4b98b100000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro ma? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, decided to go arcade see. Darn, the machines that I want to play all breakdown. Stupid, so I left to meet Zhi Wei and Kim Keat at Esplanade entrance. We walked all the way to marina square to find a place to eat. I was kind of loaded that day so decided to treat myself to something more ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really remember much, but all I know was we spent like, 1 hour trying to FIND a place to eat. Finally decided to eat Yoshinoya at Millenia Walk. Ordered, Teriyaki Chicken and Salmon set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89bf7fd81d00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89b2f6193a00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89bd8ed8ed00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lil' vulgar there... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89bf8e59dc00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know I hardly appear in my blog!! Ha ha, and actually I took like... a dozen pictures that contain me but only choose two here...Crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after makaning, we went to esplanade to meet Daniel, Shang Yuun, Ee Pin, Aloy, Siang Yee and Poksam... Did I miss out anyone? Ok we were supposed to watch electrica perform at the outdoor theatre, but the weather was so sucky, they decided to postpone it till 12.30, a.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, we had a great time crapping around the place! Also we met Pearl and Isabella!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn sian, I took ALOT OF PICS HERE! But well, in the end got some error they got erased! And all the pics were very nice and funy!! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we walked walked walked walked walked. From esplanade, all the way back to City Hall, by a long route. Walked in a circle in other words. Took MRT to Somerset. Wanted to take neoprint but too crowded liao, so we ended up, straight into the foam party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it was gay. And funny. They bought those honkers that made super large noise when u press. I remember I was ge kiang that time, I took the honk and honked some stupid tune. The next thing, I had foam in my face from this guy who shot me. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so we bought our arsenal of weapons, we got to the war ground! By that time, poksam and aloy left already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my friends shot the crowd with foam sprayers! I shot too, but with my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89bc1d19d600000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89bc0e98f500000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89bcdc982700000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89bcaa985100000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89bde159b200000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89bdbad8d900000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89b26419a800000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89b23798cb00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img 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src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89cabc194c00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89ca91985100000006108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89cb52593a00000006108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89cb0c596400000006108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89cbd059b800000006108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89c879198800000006108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89c80698c700000006108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89c8e4982500000006108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89c897196600000006108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89c97cd82500000006108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89cef8190a00000006108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, all the pictures look kind of wierd, like very shaky. You know why? Cos I was shaking. Those assholes were pushing through the crowd like some mad people. But I dun mine, we were all mad at that time. Ha ha, then I heard some Indian middle aged guy say "Happy New Year to you Indians!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, alot of interesting things happened. There is always this revenge scheme, like when I spray someone, he will spray me back and so on. But I am with 7 friends brudda! Ha ha ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we tried to be creative! We went up to gullible looking civilians, and shoved our cans near their face and shout "SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssssssss". HA HA HA HA HA. Some of their reaction very funny! They will like jump back. But some wasn't. They will shoot us back, although we din even shoot them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the foam stinks to the core. It smells like, perfume plus shampoo, and its sticky enough. Even after bathing now, my hands reek of heavy perfume smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, thats about it ba. Went back, thanks to Zhi Wei's Dad who took me &lt;br /&gt;and Kim Keat home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the New Year. &lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, here is some outdated stuff on the Christmas eve outing. Here are the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89b87f19b600000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89b83b19f200000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89b82498dd00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89b8ca983300000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FUNNIEST PIC OF THE YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89b970d81100000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc10b3127cce9d89b94b591a00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok thats it, good night! Woo Hoo! I can officially play pool and watch NC-16 movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110451902540007241?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110451902540007241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110451902540007241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110451902540007241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110451902540007241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/01/foam-fiesta.html' title='Foam Fiesta'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110442370537518445</id><published>2004-12-31T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T00:21:45.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right now</title><content type='html'>Right now.. at this very moment, I miss school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I do. Its like, the beautiful clouds everyday, then the rather open sky that we can see. Then those basketball courts, the matches, the fun. The joy with friends in school. The science labs, the com labs. My desk, so sleepable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will say the opposite on the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, after 2 months... 2 months... what the heck.. I think I need an orientation again.. haha... stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crapping again. I miss school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110442370537518445?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110442370537518445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110442370537518445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110442370537518445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110442370537518445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2004/12/right-now.html' title='Right now'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110429083000621149</id><published>2004-12-29T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T11:27:10.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wierd Dreams 6</title><content type='html'>My dream was rather scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started of at home. I saw my father panicking about, then I ask him what happened. He told me that he owed "da er long" quite some money, and today need to return, or else got trouble. Then he ask me how much money I have in my bank. I told him a few thousand. Then his eyes glowed and say good, that should be enough. So, he gathered all his bank books and decided to go to the nearest bank to withdraw money first. I went with him because in case those thugs come first then he will be in trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the carpark where his scooter was parked. However, while we wanted to go off, I noticed alot of students from different schools with untucked t-shirts and skateboards in their hands coming down towards the carpark to skate and create havoc. I also noticed the "da er long" nearby. So, I told my father to go first, I check out the things myself. I stood at one corner and observed those skaters moving about. It was night time already (my whole dream was dreaming about the night) so it was pretty dark. Then suddenly, all the skaters just left for the "New Joo Seng Market" which is actually a market recently constructed near my home. So, I decided to go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way walking towards the market, I saw someone walking towards me. He was tall and had a friendly face. He introduced himself then said me and him had been learning abacus when young. Somehow, I had the impression of who he is. He decided to bring me down into the market, as they were having some sort of abacus competition there. Wierd, but, well its a dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed him into the building, then saw alot of ah bengs with long hair in untucked school uniforms and ah lians there waiting for the test to begin. They were sitted in chairs, like during exam period like that. When I entered, some stared at me, then started whispering. I did not care much. I just went to where my friend sitted and started chatting with him. Suddenly, I heard some ah beng at the far corner shout some girls name. Then, two uniformed gals stood up and walked towards me, having those (&amp;)&amp;*(*&amp;) looke in their eyes like want to kill me like that. Then one splashed her drink on me, the other threw ice from her cup to me. For ur info both looked rather ugly. Ha ha. Anyway that action shocked me, cos its like that stupid asshole just called his small lil' doggy gals to come and attack me. I was pissed, very pissed. Then suddenly, all the people from all directions started to attack me mildly, as in throw things at me, splash things at me, like to discriminate me. I blocked as far as I could, and stayed calm as much as I could, although I felt like exploding. I saw my friend threw the cup at me too, and I was seriously pissed, so I walked out of the place, while they continued staring at me and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I got this scene after watching "Scary Movie". There was this part where the lady was very noisy in the theatres, then everyone in the theatre started stabbing her with a knife. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dream continued. I was at some bustop with 3K people, and they told me something like I was wanted by the "da er long" and the ah bengs that attacked me might have been the "da er longs" people. So they and us decided to go to some area for refuge. At that time, I thought of my dad, so I was very scared cos I did not see him anymore. I did not want to call him, in case he was really talking to the "da er long". So, in order to save battery, I off my phone, and went with the 3K people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a bus to some jungle like area. It was very creepy. We went up and then suddenly, I heard someone told me to hide as the ah bengs were like searching for me. So I quickly run through the track of the jungle, lead by the 3K people. Finally, we reach a sort of build stairs that leads down into the thick undergrowth, and at the bottom of the stairs, there is a home! Its very nice and clean,like chalet like that. So, I refuged there first. Then I think someone got hungry and decided to go off to buy food first. I went with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this part I can't remember already. I just remember that I saw the "da er long" hitting the person, I thought it was dad. Later then I found out that my dad had already paid the "da er long" back so now can go home. But got to be very thrifty cos no more money left. I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110429083000621149?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110429083000621149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110429083000621149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110429083000621149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110429083000621149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2004/12/wierd-dreams-6.html' title='Wierd Dreams 6'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110410915599903457</id><published>2004-12-27T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T08:59:16.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going to the library</title><content type='html'>I am going to the library&lt;br /&gt;Cos I haven't done my homework&lt;br /&gt;I am going there finally&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll be in deep crap and murk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I dun't know why&lt;br /&gt;And the reason you don't ask&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to miss dunman high&lt;br /&gt;Each year simply passes so fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet in the midst of the worrying&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I feel kind of sad &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why and how I keep feeling&lt;br /&gt;That I had done something bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, who gives a damn when life goes on&lt;br /&gt;Guess I am repeating my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Like an evergrowing lawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words&lt;br /&gt;I am going to the library today&lt;br /&gt;To study and do my homework&lt;br /&gt;Like a freakin' gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110410915599903457?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110410915599903457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110410915599903457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110410915599903457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110410915599903457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-am-going-to-library.html' title='I am going to the library'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110377923845895312</id><published>2004-12-23T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T13:20:38.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Day/Wierd Dreams 5</title><content type='html'>Ok, yesterday was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8 a.m, cos I have to eat lunch with Quan Han and friends. For the first time since, maybe, 1 or 1 1/2 years, I used some wax to "style" my hair. Oh man it looked like shit I think, I no skill. So, I left home with shitty hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet Quan Han at 12 at Orchard MRT. But he was late unfortunately, and so was his other friend, Daniel (Not Soon). So, haiz, I STUPIDLY waited near the wisma atria entrance, playing with my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc03b3127cce9d949f23d9d500000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil' did I know, that place was swarmed with salesman selling postcards. So, when I saw this Malay guy holding cards coming towards my peaceful seating place, I went like "Oh Shit". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay guy "Excuse me sir would you give me one minute dun worry I am not selling anything I just want to ask for a donation..." Blah Blah Blah, he went on like a machine gun, and with that innocent face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay guy "...So I hope that you can buy one of my postcards for 5 dollars each. This 5 dollars can save a child's school fees..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me thinking "I thought you were not selling anything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, gullible me, I bought one pack for 5 bucks. 5 blardy bucks. Sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc03b3127cce9d949ea818f600000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, finally Quan Han and Daniel came. So, we walked all the way from Orchard to Plaza Singapura to eat... Burger King. Wahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finished eating, we went to play arcade! Saw Daniel play Time Crisis 3. Damn its a hard game, and he was pro! He went to Stage 2 Act 1 in 1 credit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, they played House of The Dead 3! That was damn scary. I truly enjoy watching it! Sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then it was my turn haha. DrumMania. As usual, I only play those few songs that I know lah. And I failed the last one cos its Quan Han chose one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when they were going back, Daniel found out he placed his wallet on the House of The Dead 3 Machine. Immediately, we rushed back to the arcade from the MRT. However, the wallet was not there. We can't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fck to the thief. I hate bastards like you. Ok fine, SO if your family got problem need money, you get the money from the wallet at least return to the user! You don't just throw it into the dustbin like a bastard. Let me tell you, YOU SUCK. What comes around goes around, so one day, you WILL get the feeling how its like to lose something important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, after sending Quan Han and Daniel off, I went to meet Zhi Wei and Kim Keat at Cineleisure. They were buying christmas gifts. Also, Zhi Wei and me shared to buy one pencil box for XXX XXXXX. Yea, cost quite alot, $XX.XX. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we walked all the way back to Plaza Sing to have my drums course. After the course, we saw Sidney near there. Ha ha. He was waiting for friend. My Brother called and said my cousins will be at Heeren soon, so, I decided to take MRT with Zhi Wei and Kim Keat to Somerset. In the station, we were being spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc03b3127cce9d94999b585e00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc03b3127cce9d949e9418ca00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc03b3127cce9d949ecc189200000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa that pic looks scary. Like those shutter ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, after reaching Somerset, said bye to Zhi Wei Kim Keat, went off to meet Yi Cheng, Yi Min, Muang Muang, Si Min and Bro. Boy, Yi Cheng and Yi Min both dye hair until damn nice. And my hair's like shit. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to take neoprint first. Ah dun wanna tok about it. Then we went to eat LemonGrass restaurant at the top floor! It was so so ba, I like the Spicy Beef and Sambal Kang Kong! Damn nice. Other than that, ok lo. For some reason, their tom yam soup tasted like maggi mee's. Ha ha. But it was very spicy I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later, we walk walk walk. Then decided to go play pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was damn funny. I remember the last game I play with Yi Cheng, we clear all our balls liao, left with Ball 8. And WE CAN'T JUST SEEM TO SHOOT IT IN! Then, Yi Cheng missed an important shot, so now the black ball was in the middle of the two corner pockets and the white ball somewhere there too. It was my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, aiya heck lah, so I aimed, and shot. OMG, my white ball rolled, hit the black ball at the side, and the black ball actually went into the left pocket!! I WAS SO HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seconds later, I heard another plop, guess what, my white ball went into the other pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Yi Cheng won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha haha. Pictures speak clearer than words. Enjoy! (IF ONLY I HAD PHOTOSHOP, I WILL MAKE A COMIC OUT OF THIS... OR DRAW OUT THAT "BEAUTIFUL" SHOT JUST NOW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc03b3127cce9d949ca099cf00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Cheng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc03b3127cce9d949c9499fb00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muang Muang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc03b3127cce9d949d06d9f100000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc03b3127cce9d9492fb999300000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc03b3127cce9d949201996900000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc03b3127cce9d9492bd99d500000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc03b3127cce9d94937258b200000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc03b3127cce9d94931458d400000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc03b3127cce9d9492c0189800000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply love this shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc03b3127cce9d949cc5189a00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ping Pang Pong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc03b3127cce9d949dc5580200000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc03b3127cce9d949dced93900000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc03b3127cce9d949325d9d500000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc03b3127cce9d9493f2583200000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Today, or rather yesterday night, I dreamt of something very gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off, with this small restaurant by the lake. I was like the cleaner or soemthing, then I saw the Boss and wife of Boss like arguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duno, then next scene, I was a ninja that was supposed to prevent this other group of ninjas from entering. I was wearing white they were wearing black. Then suddenly, I saw alot of black shadows coming out from a tree into the main building. So, I went in, with my other white ninjas, to protect the building. It was very realistic, the crawling here, jumping there, hiding. Then suddenly I came face to face with one of the black ninjas. It was the wife of the Boss! So we fought, with "real" swords. Then I remember she got trapped in one the planks, so I just cut down with my sword on her skull!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, it was dam realistic. Then I remember I could not cut through her head and she was like struggling and speaking slower and slower like got brain damage. So I starting to slice until she stopped speaking. It was damn sadistic. Then all the brain and stuff and blood coming out. Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw another black ninja. It was the Boss himself. He was very angry I killed her wife, so he sort of "flared up" and became very powerful. I fought a losing battle, then I notice alot of people wearing PAP uniforms walking into a lounge somewhere into the building. I was not supposed to let anyone into the building so I started hitting their heads very hard with a metal pole that I found. But there were just too many of them, those that I hit lay on the ground struggling like got brain damage like that. There was nothing I could do, so I went into the lounge with them. They were having a seminar or something, then everyone was like preparing to be seated, even though they saw me hit their own people with the metal stick. I felt very helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So helpless that I woke up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo my dreams are getting gayer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110377923845895312?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110377923845895312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110377923845895312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110377923845895312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110377923845895312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2004/12/pool-daywierd-dreams-5.html' title='Pool Day/Wierd Dreams 5'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110354067499679648</id><published>2004-12-20T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T19:04:34.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geylang East Lib</title><content type='html'>Damn I din fork out my camera. No pics. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, today, I woke up early to go school to play basketball. It was fun, with San Chun, Sam (3E), Aik Siong, Daniel, Abel, Jun Xiang, Christian and perhaps some more. Fun. I supposedly won 1 dollar lah hahahaa! I played two games, and both times my team won! Wahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it wasn't fun, for the fact that my stupid buckle keep falling out. So most of the time I had my hands on my buckle trying to yank it in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worse part was walking (especially when going home just now). Its damn irritating when you walk halfway in a crowded street and your buckle comes out. Even though my untucked shirt was covering it, I could feel the zip crawling down slowly, and thats annoying. And the stupid pants will start to slip down. So I had to walk very slowly, den when no ones looking, get the buckle back in place. Its freaking gay... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway, after the bball game, we (Abel, Aik Siong) went to the coffee shop near Daniel's house to grab a bite. Later, Abel went home and me and Aik Siong went to Daniel's house to bath to prepare ourself for the library trip. Played neopets too hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to Geylang East Library. I intended to finish chemistry, but in the end, I only did like 1 worksheet? Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Daniel also intended to make an interesting update from the pics he took with his 6230! Ha ha so check &lt;a href="http://dehnail.blogspot.com"&gt;it out&lt;/a&gt; once he got it updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired sia. countdown of 13 days to school reopen. I would be looking forward to it if not the homework and tests. So, time to mug. Gay ole' me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110354067499679648?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110354067499679648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110354067499679648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110354067499679648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110354067499679648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2004/12/geylang-east-lib.html' title='Geylang East Lib'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110343830290156566</id><published>2004-12-19T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T14:38:22.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil' update</title><content type='html'>Yea, as far as I can remember, I cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was very busy this few days, so no time to update or take pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I cut my hair on, last wednesday I think. First time I went to a barber to cut my hair. For the past 15 years, it was always my Dad who cut my hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of cool, and very fast, Joemil finished his job in like, less than 20 minutes? Ha ha my Dad would take at least half an hour to cut my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea btw, I watched the film featured on &lt;a href="dehnail.blogspot.com"&gt;Daniel's blog&lt;/a&gt;. The one on the change one. Ha ha, very interesting I must say. You should check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I shall just write this out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hates while working:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when these cute lil' children run up to my counter and call me "Uncle" instead of "Go go". It breaks my damn heart ya know? Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I finished arranging ALL the stuff the person ordered on the tray, then she/he smile innocently at me and say, "Sorry, take away". Then have to take everything out of the tray and put into plastic bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate large orders. I always take the wrong stuff or take a long time, then Kana scolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when the person upsizes his meal after I key in the normal sized meal. Cos I have to cancel the whole thing and re key again. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when the person keeps changing the orders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people order special orders, like what Filet without Sauce, McSpicy Double Plain, McChiken without Veggie etc. Yea, its supposed to make them happy, but its irritating to call the Kitchen people go cook the specialised burger. Also have to send to them if the burger take long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people come to my counter and ask, "Oi, got coupon anot?". Maybe I hate this because coupons make things harder for me with all the free items and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate wearing the cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially hate it when the person, after ordering his meal, suddenly leans forward and give me that "ni3 gen1 wo3 ji4 zhu4" face and say, "Fries without Salt". Worse, some tell me that after I put the salted fries on their tray. Why? Cos the Fries guy will haf to freakin heck cook another pot of fries so that there wil be no salt on it. But well, if you are sooooooo health conscious, why are you in Mac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days before, I remember this middle aged guy come to me and ask, "Do you sell Mashed Potatoes here?". That tickled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes while working:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when people order Coke or Sprite Float! I love making the floats! Very fun haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when people order Ice Cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when people only order 2 or less items! Like drink and fries etc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when people order one simple meal with no confusions and hustles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like going to the storeroom to take cups caps etc out, cos I can somewhat slack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when people thank me after I greeted them! Hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like those very 'on' and 'ok' customers! They always cheer me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when those lil' kids ask me to get them a balloon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like payday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway, the above was written for &lt;b&gt;entertainment only&lt;/b&gt;. Ha ha, for me to fa xie actually, cos I just had a tiring week I guess. Sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110343830290156566?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110343830290156566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110343830290156566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110343830290156566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110343830290156566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2004/12/lil-update.html' title='A lil&apos; update'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110328089819262297</id><published>2004-12-17T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T18:54:58.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok its the time of the month</title><content type='html'>Life is like a pile of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dammit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110328089819262297?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110328089819262297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110328089819262297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110328089819262297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110328089819262297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2004/12/ok-its-time-of-month.html' title='Ok its the time of the month'/><author><name>james</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8204699.post-110304452597156919</id><published>2004-12-15T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T22:23:55.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undoubtedly, the best day of the year 2004. </title><content type='html'>I have not uploaded the pics yet! Shall to so by day after tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the day started, with me waking up early at around 8. I prepared to meet my group 4 people at Tampinese. So, I took bus 8, and had a long long long long long ride to TM. It was really very long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I reached Tampinese Control Station. Farnie, nobody there, I called Benjamin, only to find out I was suposed to meet at CITY HALL?! OMG I went to the wrong place! I was rather pissed, with myself, for my carelessness and forgetfulness. So I took an MRT. Slept on the way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reach CIty Hall! Met Ming Yi, Ben, Alex (small), Steph and Feisal. We went to eat Pizza Hut at Suntec! Ordered the 6 man meal, can't finish. Ended up paying like 14 bucks?! That is so much more than Ajisen! Anyway, the meal was very fulling. Till now, I still feel full actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to cinema to catch the movie National Treasure. Somehow, it reminded me of the comedy National Security, but well, there is no link. This show is about the vow of one man to search for the greatest treasure of all through the many codes and signs that the ancestors left for him. It was a very thrilling show, it was so thrilling I got bored of the thrilling in fact! So I ended up rather, normal. The ending was cool though! I rate this 4 stars! You should go watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok done advertising. After movies, we went straight to rouge by cab cos we were running short of time. Then, met up with the other fellow YA's. ALot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, shit, I found out I forgot to bring my invitation pass! Ah, typical me. Nvm, I was admitted in anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rouge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first first ever time being into a pub. Thus, it was a rather eye opening experience. Saw those bar tenders toss the drink bottles and stuff. I entered rather late actually, met up with Daniel, group 4 and group 1 people, and well, get to take photos and talk. Anyway, poor old Dan was "saboed" to be in the first activity of the night by the MC! Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of the activity is to get people to take up different roles in a band and jam to some music! And guess what, Daniel was the vocalist! Can you believe it! He had a bottle for a mike! Ha ha and the MC was like teaching him how to act like those rock band singers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine was the drummist, Tamil was the rythmic guitarist, and another guy, sorry I dun know your name, was the lead guitarist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They jammed very funny. I duno how to describe it lah, but I took a few shots anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok after that, we had some other activies, which unfortunately I forgot. Also, 4 females came out to perform those disgusting dances for us. Phew it ended quick. Eye closer. Then, we got to have dinner at our own tables!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was rather pathetic. Chicken wings, kebabs, tofu and stuff. But the cool thing is, drinks freeflow! And its free! So its freely free flowed! Starting, I ordered coke. Later, me and friend became more daring and started ordering mild drinks, like one called "Sea Breeze". It tasted like Yakult at first, but imeediately it leaves a cooling refreshing bitter taste in the mouth! I liked that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never NEVER ever danced in my life before. So I watch the people dance at first, admiring. Daniel and I decided to go down and try to fit in. In the end, we merely walked and hopped a few rounds before losing our faces and going back! But nonetheless, I was determined to get the dance sense in me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we kept trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I was getting it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ended up, we danced like mad. Really mad. I "learnt" how to dance i guess..? Ha ha. Level 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to dance? Just shake the body and the legs and move the knees and do actions like the "Yo wussup" fingering or bending them and putting towards your chest etc etc. Cannot describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know I looked while I was dancing, but all I can say is, Daniel can dance, he can dance like the crowd! Daniel said I danced normal too! Ha ha! Thats good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many intesting things happened while dancing from 9 to 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok actually, it started with me going into the middle of the crowd trying to fit in. I was merely shaking my head. Then, I tried moving my body. It looked very robotic at first, cos I really don't like to do this in a crowd! But when I saw my friends shaking their ass and body off, well, I tried to pick up here and there. Also, I closed my eyes and dancing to music. And well, after around 1/2 hour, I could dance and stuff!! Ha ha it was really pleasing. At least I am with the crowd I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played alot alot alot of RnB hip hop songs, like those from Usher, Missy Elliot, Eminem etc. Also alot of unknown songs. Anyway, I notice, that whatever song they played, no matter I heard before or really hated, when we are dancing to it as a crowd, we will enjoy it, thoroughly. Also, when a good song shows up (Yea-Usher, Where is the love-Black Eyed Peas) People will dance like mad! Ha ha, it was deafeningly fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I went to the loo alot of times, and all the times, it was a long time one! Guess its the drinks ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere in the middle, I remember I got jacked once. Duno by who, but well it hurt a bit. Sad jacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, saw alot of couples dancing too! A hem .. well nvm shall not say them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me... well I did not dance with anyone. Maybe, haha I danced with Daniel! Ha ha hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we danced danced danced through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya also met the bball gals there. Think they attended the June camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I still think I danced rather gayly for the night...? Shit. Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I definitely want to go clubbing in the future! With friends and stuff! Its really fun! Trouble is the money I guess. But for today, I went there for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never regretted joining the camp. Seriously, it brought out the wild side of me I guess. And it gave me a taste of adult life. I thank YA. South East CDC, you rule man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope can go back clubbing next year hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc34b3127cce9dfd6011ea6f00000016108CZN2jhszbs" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc34b3127cce9dfd601a6b5400000016108CZN2jhszbs" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc34b3127cce9dfd60edea9300000016108CZN2jhszbs" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc34b3127cce9dfd60dbeaa500000016108CZN2jhszbs" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc34b3127cce9dfd60b3eacd00000016108CZN2jhszbs" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc34b3127cce9dfd60b06bfe00000016108CZN2jhszbs" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc34b3127cce9dfd61342be200000016108CZN2jhszbs" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc34b3127cce9dfd61082bde00000016108CZN2jhszbs" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc34b3127cce9dfd61e7aa0100000016108CZN2jhszbs" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc34b3127cce9dfd61e3aa0500000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc34b3127cce9dfd61b42b6200000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc34b3127cce9dfd618daa6b00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc34b3127cce9dfd6189aa6f00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc34b3127cce9dfd66676b2a00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc34b3127cce9dfd66516b1c00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc34b3127cce9dfd665eea2300000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc34b3127cce9dfd66016b4c00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc34b3127cce9dfd66b16bfc00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc34b3127cce9dfd66b8eac500000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc34b3127cce9dfd66936bde00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc34b3127cce9dfd6778aa9d00000016108CZN2jhszbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204699-110304452597156919?l=j-rummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/feeds/110304452597156919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204699&amp;postID=110304452597156919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110304452597156919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204699/posts/default/110304452597156919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2004/12/undoubtedly-best-day-of-year-2004.html' title='Undoubtedly, the best day of the year 2004. 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