<?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-6392407222757883524</id><updated>2012-02-02T23:41:50.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the book of my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-6856877297966057049</id><published>2012-02-02T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T23:41:50.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E tuh’d seht frah uin luhjancydeuhc kad y meddma punehk. E tuh’d seht frah fa’na daqdehk yht fa nih uid uv drehkc du cyo. Frah fa’na ryhkehk uid dukadran pid hud tuehk yhodrehk, famm E tuh’d seht dryd aedran. Ed tuach’d syddan du sa palyica E vehymmo naymewat dryd frah oui’na dnimo eh muja, ajano susahd cbahd dukadran tuach’d ryja du pa pnaydr-dygehk, dryd oui’mm cdemm vaam mega dra milgeacd bancuh ymeja ajah drnuikr dra sucd ihaqledehk desac, yht oui femm vaam lusbmadamo lusvundypma dukadran palyica oui ghuf dryd zicd ryjehk aylr udran ec suna dryh ahuikr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yht drana lusac y susahd frah oui veht uid dryd ed’c hud esbundyhd fryd oui’na dymgehk ypuid un frah oui’na kuehk un fryd oui’na tuehk. Dra uhmo drehk dryd syddan ec dryd oui yna fedr aylr udran. Yht dryd’c ahuikr du vaam rybbo. ooee-kuk-ra deoo fuahahm raae-bae-baeoh.&lt;br /&gt;&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/6392407222757883524-6856877297966057049?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/6856877297966057049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=6856877297966057049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6856877297966057049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6856877297966057049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2012/02/e-tuhd-seht-frah-uin-luhjancydeuhc-kad.html' title=''/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-6492480594207344977</id><published>2012-01-24T08:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T08:46:49.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LMTTC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8JgcW3Gjpr0/TmuX7UyQCsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/HcpmAR3uExM/s1600/IMG_0029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8JgcW3Gjpr0/TmuX7UyQCsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/HcpmAR3uExM/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jmINjXCjojs/TmuYWG-K54I/AAAAAAAAAUo/7dRoTxi0SAo/s1600/IMG_0073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jmINjXCjojs/TmuYWG-K54I/AAAAAAAAAUo/7dRoTxi0SAo/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;walking back after the 15 hours marathon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hTGs5llPxYI/TmuYsXBmr2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/sDL5ALgdyb8/s1600/IMG_0078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hTGs5llPxYI/TmuYsXBmr2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/sDL5ALgdyb8/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YEIz-yoa58M/TmuZDkj-zQI/AAAAAAAAAUw/UvF3zJ9sIOw/s1600/IMG_0087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YEIz-yoa58M/TmuZDkj-zQI/AAAAAAAAAUw/UvF3zJ9sIOw/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;what a photomarathon can do to you&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xs2vKAZzgmg/TmuZU9QB5BI/AAAAAAAAAU0/3TrLwW_C8wY/s1600/IMG_9717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xs2vKAZzgmg/TmuZU9QB5BI/AAAAAAAAAU0/3TrLwW_C8wY/s320/IMG_9717.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;2078 participants&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4_oe5Mv9d2A/TmuZuirFpPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/UuoeXy5-KAM/s1600/IMG_9725.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4_oe5Mv9d2A/TmuZuirFpPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/UuoeXy5-KAM/s320/IMG_9725.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Rg_xm_8P7M/TmuaL50PV3I/AAAAAAAAAU8/bbhNB41sn4E/s1600/IMG_9787.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Rg_xm_8P7M/TmuaL50PV3I/AAAAAAAAAU8/bbhNB41sn4E/s320/IMG_9787.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;shooting&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w0BPr4sS-rs/Tmuaqhah8oI/AAAAAAAAAVA/49jPL94ZGu8/s1600/IMG_9911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w0BPr4sS-rs/Tmuaqhah8oI/AAAAAAAAAVA/49jPL94ZGu8/s320/IMG_9911.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S1acJuVSuOM/TmubLMXJR5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Q5bxwc6gHe4/s1600/IMG_9928.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S1acJuVSuOM/TmubLMXJR5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Q5bxwc6gHe4/s320/IMG_9928.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fort Canning Park&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--KO_tNLcy6w/Tmub_fpHBjI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4zUmX1ZaVsY/s1600/IMG_9974.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--KO_tNLcy6w/Tmub_fpHBjI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4zUmX1ZaVsY/s320/IMG_9974.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r9HN1cSeKpw/TmudJrP7GiI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/y8SC1uGfRho/s1600/IMG_9979.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r9HN1cSeKpw/TmudJrP7GiI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/y8SC1uGfRho/s320/IMG_9979.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The best camera is the one that's with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;-Chase Jarvis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-7101872643282514173?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/7101872643282514173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=7101872643282514173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7101872643282514173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7101872643282514173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2011/09/photomarathon.html' title='Photomarathon'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8JgcW3Gjpr0/TmuX7UyQCsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/HcpmAR3uExM/s72-c/IMG_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-2572429445976907883</id><published>2011-08-22T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T20:33:05.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paramagic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday 21st of August I joined all other Parawhores in attending Paramore's second concert in Singapore. The crowd was simply so fanatic they would do just nearly anything to push themselves in front including crushing girls, although that I'm not proud to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment Paramore stepped out from the backstage, the crowd literally went frenzy. They shouted, screamed, jumped, and pushed their way to the stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The entire concert was incredibly epic. The crowd were so awesome that Hayley for the second time said the crowd in Singapore is the best throughout their concerts (Hayley said that the crowd in Singapore is the best during their concert last year in Singapore) . The Swellers too convinced us that Singapore crowds are the best of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;There was one part I missed. Halfway performing Pressure Hayley stopped and tell this to us, the audience..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"I got a question for ya. I wanna know how many people have been to a Paramore show before? &lt;i&gt;*crowd responded 'Yes'*&lt;/i&gt; Really? Well thank you, thanks for coming back to see us. Means a lot. I guess the more important question might be.. How many of you have NEVER been to a Paramore show? &lt;i&gt;*even more crowd responded 'Yes'&lt;/i&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;*Hayley coughs*&lt;/i&gt; Oh I have one thing I have to say to you and that is, welcome to our family. This is it, you ain't going nowhere. So uh, family, we got one more chorus of Pressure to sing and I need to know that you're gonna sing it louder than you've ever sung before. Because every night we play show and get up on stage, and I sing till I can't sing anymore I just don't have voice at the end of the night, every single night. And it is quite possibly the most frustrating and the most rewarding feeling I ever have. So I want you to lose your voices with me tonight. And when you wake up tomorrow and your friends ask you how the show was, I don't even want you to be able to tell them because you have no voice! It is so bad, your friends will just look at you like you are crazy because they don't understand, alright? When they are going to want to understand so bad, so next time we come to Singapore, they're gonna come with you and they're gonna lose their voices too. And they're gonna repeat. Are you ready to do this with us tonight? Let's warm it up Singapore, warm it right up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;After she finished her talking, she continued the chorus she hasn't sang. And I believe the audience felt as if they recovered their voices and shouted even louder than they possibly could. It was simply epic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;There is one very magical moment to me in this concert. I was just 3 people away from the stage when in the middle of one song Hayley looked at my direction for about 10 seconds (she was letting the crowd do the singing at that time) and then smiled before she looked away. THAT moment was so magical I thought time stopped for a while. It is also the third magical moment that I can remember having in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;There were 3 girls who was behind me all the time and kept telling me to push my way in. One of them told me this, 'keep pushing dude! there there push push! get in there!'. The girl who told me that was beside me at the end of the show while her other friends are nowhere near her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Paramore ended the show by presenting us Misery Business from their past album, Riot. When the song ended, a ton of confetti was blown and filled the whole standing pen area with confetti. It was simply a brilliant way to end the amazing night. Thank you Paramore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I told everybody that I will be in the front row, and there I proved what I said to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-2572429445976907883?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/2572429445976907883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=2572429445976907883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/2572429445976907883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/2572429445976907883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2011/08/paramagic.html' title='Paramagic'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-6289415187201355324</id><published>2011-08-16T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T09:00:10.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4DEYNvZEEE/TkqLVURcqBI/AAAAAAAAAT4/e2Rg_Sjgg6Q/s1600/tanah+lot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4DEYNvZEEE/TkqLVURcqBI/AAAAAAAAAT4/e2Rg_Sjgg6Q/s320/tanah+lot.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tanah Lot&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O6qsA4F_GUw/TkqLcgTl10I/AAAAAAAAAUA/ofXL2oam4OM/s1600/GWK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O6qsA4F_GUw/TkqLcgTl10I/AAAAAAAAAUA/ofXL2oam4OM/s320/GWK.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Garuda Wisnu Kencana&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzEbW9PAcRs/TkqLePDMCmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/MfCzX3S8Rho/s1600/IMG00027-20110715-1626.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzEbW9PAcRs/TkqLePDMCmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/MfCzX3S8Rho/s320/IMG00027-20110715-1626.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;freshly drawn henna&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RYZwn__RoLA/TkqLz-UxzZI/AAAAAAAAAUc/5Ic39Yce8SE/s1600/luka.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RYZwn__RoLA/TkqLz-UxzZI/AAAAAAAAAUc/5Ic39Yce8SE/s320/luka.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the after effect of the henna&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDuj0vDGgpI/TkqLe3ogXpI/AAAAAAAAAUI/bZxqabJgYHM/s1600/IMG00049-20110715-1750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDuj0vDGgpI/TkqLe3ogXpI/AAAAAAAAAUI/bZxqabJgYHM/s320/IMG00049-20110715-1750.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the sunset at Dreamland Beach&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aa1HZKvYBPk/TkqLfoY0wBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/vOBNokxTMtA/s1600/IMG00067-20110718-1653.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aa1HZKvYBPk/TkqLfoY0wBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/vOBNokxTMtA/s320/IMG00067-20110718-1653.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the breathtaking Kintamani&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qm_9virCSPw/TkqLhjwQKGI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Qz6fujFBl-E/s1600/IMG-20110717-00129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qm_9virCSPw/TkqLhjwQKGI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Qz6fujFBl-E/s320/IMG-20110717-00129.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;after Bounty&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xJcI9SqFDZ4/TkqLh0OVTiI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0wcFJsVKagM/s1600/Pork+ribs+in+action.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xJcI9SqFDZ4/TkqLh0OVTiI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0wcFJsVKagM/s320/Pork+ribs+in+action.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;first time at Naughty Nuri&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9L-2IIJup9I/TkqLcFRigiI/AAAAAAAAAT8/OkWKXkVZuKw/s1600/Alibiers+yg+tlah+menjadi+keling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9L-2IIJup9I/TkqLcFRigiI/AAAAAAAAAT8/OkWKXkVZuKw/s320/Alibiers+yg+tlah+menjadi+keling.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;our second time at Naughty Nuri as well as our last night in Bali&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t56PKZIa_Qc/TkqLin_RyyI/AAAAAAAAAUY/0Sh-2DmI11w/s1600/Tampak+Siring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t56PKZIa_Qc/TkqLin_RyyI/AAAAAAAAAUY/0Sh-2DmI11w/s320/Tampak+Siring.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tampak Siring&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A picture is worth a thousand words&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-6289415187201355324?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/6289415187201355324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=6289415187201355324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6289415187201355324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6289415187201355324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2011/08/bali-trip.html' title='Bali Trip'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4DEYNvZEEE/TkqLVURcqBI/AAAAAAAAAT4/e2Rg_Sjgg6Q/s72-c/tanah+lot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-2375285365689860148</id><published>2011-07-10T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T08:47:06.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice and Sonia.. Jayesslee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;These past few days I have been lacking of sleep and pimples have been growing fruitfully on my face. Though feeling really tired and sleepy I still woke up early to attend the service that Jayesslee was going to attend at CHC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Throughout the service there has always been singing and some preaches. But there was a special performance by an Indonesian dance crew today. Right after the dance performance, Jayesslee came out and performed &lt;i&gt;Just the Way You Are&lt;/i&gt; by Bruno Mars. Jayesslee then talked about her mom and how they ended up believing in Christ. Soon after talking about their mom, they sang a Korean praise song and ended their performance singing &lt;i&gt;Coming Home &lt;/i&gt;by P Diddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, I nearly forgot! They also sang the &lt;i&gt;Bubblegum Song&lt;/i&gt;, before they talked about their mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;After Jayesslee's performance, the host suddenly said Jayesslee was going hold a meet and greet event. The moment the MC said that, I was like 'Oh damn! I am just so lucky!'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The meet and greet event was so packed that people are all over the place. I was standing there clueless about what to do and where the queue starts when I met Taidy's friends. They invited me to join them in the queue and that they said I can share the same order sheet with them (we can't join the autograph and photograph session with Jayesslee if we don't have the order sheet of Jayesslee's shirt said the promoter of the event).  Without any thinking I agreed in buying the shirt. The time came when I finally got my chance to meet Jayesslee. My God, they are so much more lovely in person, especially Sonia. I asked for them for autograph and photographs. I also went across the line and asked for a handshake with them which I still do not know whether I am allowed to do so or not, but anyway, who cares!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SkCGMi8hUz8/ThnHmFLufDI/AAAAAAAAASo/VWskI111FLg/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SkCGMi8hUz8/ThnHmFLufDI/AAAAAAAAASo/VWskI111FLg/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This is the photo taken from Victoria's phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;At about 1.30 me and Taidy went to meet Alek and Atok. We went to Fish n Co to have our lunch. I had Swiss Fish and Chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We finished our lunch at about 2.30 and I parted ways with them as I was about to meet my high-school friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I met my high-school friends at Vivo City and had a short stroll there then proceeded to Sentosa Broad Walk and headed towards Resort World Sentosa. We had another stroll around Resort World Sentosa before we decided to go to the Beach. Again we walked around the beach before we head back to Vivo City to have our dinner. We had a tough time deciding where to have our dinner when we finally chose Thai Express. We chit-chated here and there while we were waiting for the food and while we were eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;After dinner, I went to buy a frame for my Jayesslee's autograph while my friends waited for me. Then I requested to go Giant to look for &lt;i&gt;tempe&lt;/i&gt;. I have been wanting to cook &lt;i&gt;tempe&lt;/i&gt; at home but couldn't find them at Giant. We went back home after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I fell asleep on the bus while I was standing and there was a lady amazed at the sight of me sleeping while standing. Hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-2375285365689860148?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/2375285365689860148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=2375285365689860148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/2375285365689860148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/2375285365689860148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2011/07/janice-and-sonia-jayesslee.html' title='Janice and Sonia.. Jayesslee!'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SkCGMi8hUz8/ThnHmFLufDI/AAAAAAAAASo/VWskI111FLg/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-6863655328784553630</id><published>2011-07-04T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T09:49:07.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Thing Called Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I totally recommend this film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is a Thai movie, but trust me this movie is just that good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just for your information, this is a romance comedy movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll not write anything about the story-line here, you'll have to watch it yourself. But don't worry you won't regret watching it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh btw, the lead actress in this movie is Pimchanok Luevisadpaibul. She is very pretty, and I like to look at her so much xD&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-6863655328784553630?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/6863655328784553630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=6863655328784553630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6863655328784553630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6863655328784553630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-thing-called-love.html' title='A Little Thing Called Love'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-324781056379307024</id><published>2011-06-27T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T08:36:19.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart's a stereo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E tu hud ihtancdyht fro E tyna hud ycg ran uid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ed'c ayco vun sa du ycg udran vasyma vneahtc uid, pid fro tuh'd E tyna ycg ran uid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ur, yht ymcu, ajanodesa E vaam mega daqdehk ran E'mm aht ib hud daqdehk ran yd ymm. Palyica cra'mm nabmo dra daqdc jano cmufmo ajah druikr E ghuf dryd ed ec ran dnyed, pid cdemm ed sygac sa drehg dryd E's hud cibbucat du daqd ran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-_________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ed paydc vun oui cu mecdah lmuca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-324781056379307024?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/324781056379307024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=324781056379307024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/324781056379307024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/324781056379307024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-hearts-stereo.html' title='my heart&apos;s a stereo'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-6718011989288870816</id><published>2011-06-23T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:57:04.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This is a random memory I recollected a few weeks ago. This happened a long time ago when I was a little kid. My father brought me to a place that looks like a hospital. He then talked to someone and then asked me to wait at a corner where there are benches for people to sit and wait. I was sitting there for quite some time when I looked up I saw a statue of a man being hanged on a cross. I was wondering why would anyone make such a statue? Wouldn't the man being hanged be in pain? Why would he be hanged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Now though, I understand what that statue was about and why He was hanged. When I was bigger, I realized I am quite familiar with that statue of a man being hanged but I never recollected that random event until I was in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-6718011989288870816?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/6718011989288870816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=6718011989288870816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6718011989288870816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6718011989288870816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-random-memory-i-recollected-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-7632115892440429676</id><published>2011-06-04T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T00:02:30.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marina Barrage</title><content type='html'>I am at Marina Barrage while I am writing this post. Kecil invited me to join her and her friends. This place, Marina Barrage, I should admit has a beautiful scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year my parents ask if I would like to join them to Marrina Barrage and I lazily declined because my dad said Marina Barrage is some kind of field. So I thought it is something similar to football field and will be a waste of my time going. Now that I am here, I regretted not coming with my family back then. This place is a perfect place to just read, sit and drink something chilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time it was noon, the surroundings gives me a calming sensation. I just feel that life is not that bad (studying and working is definitely not something good).&lt;br /&gt;When it was around 7 that I decided to leave the group and have a little walk on my own. Kecil was busy chatting with her friends back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked towards Marina Bay Sands direction as it has the best scenery. Sat there for 10 minutes and decided to go down to the toilet. When I'm done doing my business in the toilet, I saw a bridge and went to that direction. The moment I reached the bridge, I can smell the fragrance of the sea. The smell that I have long wanted to smell. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;I stood there gazing at the sea and the light the ships and building produce. I believe I was there for at least half an hour until kecil called me and asked where I was. I was kind of blur the first time she called and thought nothing about it. It was until the third time she called that I realized what she was talking about. and rushed to where she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely come back when I'm totally bored. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-7632115892440429676?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/7632115892440429676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=7632115892440429676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7632115892440429676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7632115892440429676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2011/06/marina-barrage.html' title='Marina Barrage'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-1021466282927641722</id><published>2011-05-14T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T05:16:34.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Not long ago I bought another writing of &lt;i&gt;Haruki Murakami&lt;/i&gt;. A thick book titled &lt;i&gt;The Wind-up Bird Chronicle&lt;/i&gt;. I haven't read the book yet but I supposed it is a good book as I remembered my friend told me it is a good book. I have yet to finish reading my &lt;i&gt;Norwegian Wood &lt;/i&gt;(also by&lt;i&gt; Haruki Murakami&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;but I have bought a new book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Everytime I read &lt;i&gt;Murakami&lt;/i&gt;'s writings, it is as if I was drawn into the world he was describing. The way he writes a story is amazingly unique, he used mostly metaphors to describe his writings. On one hand it is rather difficult to understand what he is trying to say, but on the other hand you can get absorbed in the world &lt;i&gt;Murakami&lt;/i&gt; created. When I say you can get absorbed, I mean literally absorbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well, I am currently enjoying my holiday. Doing part time and hanging out with friends. Recently I enjoyed working. The atmosphere there has been good lately. In the spare time I can chat with my colleagues there. Mostly are fun people except for certain people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anyway, enjoy your holiday peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-1021466282927641722?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/1021466282927641722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=1021466282927641722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=6849530128694637962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6849530128694637962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6849530128694637962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2011/04/rescue.html' title='The Rescue'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-2018049528673054201</id><published>2011-03-27T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T08:53:37.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the upcoming Bali trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Me n my friends have been planning on a trip to Bali since the last time I visited them in Bandung. Unfortunately only one of my Bandung friends can join this trip to Bali as they have to do internship. Sadden.. I like to hangout with those in Bandung, they are not the type that complains a lot n they r fun to be around with. It would be of more fun if they can join, but nevermind, this trip will still be fun anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be having fun for 5 nights in Bali. Starting from 14 of July and will be back on the 20th of July.&lt;br /&gt;So far, we have yet to book any hotels because we're still discussing on where we should stay. I just hope the prices of the hotels won't increase as I will not ask my dad to pay for this trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anyway, I will be facing my final exam in less than a month. I hope to do well in this exam and have a nice nice holiday later on. Wismilak!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;People always ask me how I deal with things so easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The answer is I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm just good at hiding it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hohoho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-2018049528673054201?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/2018049528673054201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=2018049528673054201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/2018049528673054201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/2018049528673054201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2011/03/upcoming-bali-trip.html' title='the upcoming Bali trip'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-655057842775690110</id><published>2011-03-22T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T01:33:25.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rubbish part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Muja ec mega y krucd, huputo ajan caac ed pid ajanoputo ec dymgehk ypuid ed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E tuh'd ghuf ruf du tevvanahdeyda muja yht mega. E vaam piddanvmeac frah E caa ajah zicd Sc.E'c hysa ybbayn uh so lammbruha clnaah. Uh dra udran ryht, ed rindc cu silr ajanodesa E caa ran rybbo fedr cusaputo amca yht frah cra ec fedr sa cra gehty muugat punat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E ghuf E ys y punehk bancuh du pa fedr, yht E naymmo ruba E pa suna dymgydeja eh vnuhd uv ran, pid E lyh'd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E tuh'd haat oui du lryd y mud fedr sa, E tuh'd haat oui du pa hela du sa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E uhmo haat oui du csema. Ymdruikr ed rindc frah ouin csema ech'd vun sa, dryd'c ugyo. Yc muhk yc oui csema, dryd fuimt tu vun sa. E fuimt pa dra pekkacd bruho ev E fana du cyo E ys rybbo caaehk ran rybbo fedr udran kio, pid dryh E fuimt pa dra tispacd bancuh ev E tuh'd fyhd du caa ran rybbo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E ys clynat du duilr ran ryen un ran ryht, E ys clynat du ku vindran.. E ys clynat du cruf ran E lyna ypuid ran.. E ys clynat cra'mm kad yhkno yht ryda sa mega cra tet 1.5 oaync yku. E ys clynat dryd cra femm hud fyhd du caa sa yhosuna..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ev cra femm ajan eh yhofyo mad sa ghuf un keja sa rehdc (E ys ehcahcedeja bancuh cu E sekrd haat duhc uv rehdc pavuna E ghuf cusadrehk) dryd cra megac sa duu, E fuimt hud racedyda eh crufehk ran ruf silr E muja ran..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-655057842775690110?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/655057842775690110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=655057842775690110' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/655057842775690110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/655057842775690110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2011/03/rubbish-part-ii.html' title='rubbish part II'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-6554535688045178983</id><published>2011-03-17T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T10:35:37.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Finally, after a year I had a chance to go to JB. I don't know why I missed JB that much. But I think what I missed were the moments I had with my DMS friends in JB. We would go to JB 2 or 3 times just in 6 months. While now I even hardly go to JB once in a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The moment we arrived at JB, the first thing we did is eat. Had lunch at Vivo City Restaurant, and didn't have a pleasant experience as the food doesn't taste that good. After lunch, we head to Starbucks and chatted about elementary school life. We chatted for almost 3 hours only to end up wondering who our elementary school friends were and many more things about school life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Apparently I have no memory about nearly everything that happens in elementary. I can still vaguely remember some of their faces, but I can't recall their names. I suddenly had this deep sense of curiosity about particularly these 2 elementary school friends, namely Jestra Khorman (I'm pretty sure this is his full name) and Wilson-I-don't-know-what. For Jestra, I found his facebook account because his name is quite unique and I am currently awaiting for his reply. While for this Wilson, I can't seem to remember his full name although I still remember his facial expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I do hope I will somehow remember this Wilson's full name as I would like to know how he has been. It has been nearly 9 years since I last seen him. Same goes to Jestra, it too has been 9 years we haven't seen each other. I believe Jestra would not recognize me anymore as it has been so long ago. But still, I am curious about how he is doing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;After a long long chat about old times, we went for our dinner at Kim Gary. Again, we were again unsatisfied with the food. Kim Gary is quite famous for its noodle n so we had ourselves noodle. I have myself a 'Hot n Spicy Beef Noodle'. When my food came, it actually looked quite delicious, but the moment I had my first bite of the noodle, it tasted nothing near spicy and the noodle itself just taste like instant noodle. It really dropped my mood to eat but then I still finished the noodle because it will be kind of waste if I didn't eat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We then went for a little snack hunting after dinner. I didn't find what I was looking for but still I got myself 2 packs of tuber snacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We then head back to Singapore after our snack hunting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-6554535688045178983?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/6554535688045178983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=6554535688045178983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6554535688045178983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6554535688045178983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2011/03/lost-memory.html' title='lost memory'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-7434520562137780250</id><published>2011-03-13T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T20:22:22.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan Disastrous Earthquake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;March 12, Japan was hit by one of the most powerful earthquake ever recorded, an 8.9 magnitude quake. The earthquake even triggered a massive tsunami that literally destroyed Japan. The disaster did not only stop there, one of the nuclear reactor appeared to be going to partial meltdown which raises fear of radiation leak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The International Medical Corps reported that the death toll is expected to reach 10000 in a single village, many are still missing, and millions affected by these series of catastrophes. &lt;i&gt;(a little update on this)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This magnitude of earthquake is the strongest quake ever to be recorded in Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8 ways to help Japan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/8-ways-help-japan-massive-earthquake-20110311-165400-936.html"&gt;http://sg.news.yahoo.com/8-ways-help-japan-massive-earthquake-20110311-165400-936.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The International Medical Corps offer an anonymous donation if you would like to remain anonymous in making your donation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;tweets from the survivors in Japan &lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1oR7mRBNCog-FeVrtl0dD4Suoi2hL0XE4YOoAPdCyZ3w/edit?hl=en&amp;amp;pli=1#"&gt;https://docs.google.com/document/d/1oR7mRBNCog-FeVrtl0dD4Suoi2hL0XE4YOoAPdCyZ3w/edit?hl=en&amp;amp;pli=1#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-7434520562137780250?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/7434520562137780250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=7434520562137780250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7434520562137780250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7434520562137780250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2011/03/japan-disastrous-earthquake.html' title='Japan Disastrous Earthquake'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-5126441399833743644</id><published>2011-03-06T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T10:58:34.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;AAAAAAA.. I'm so pissed. Stayed in bed for one and a half hour but still can't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I tend to forget to call my friends when my life get busy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;ask me out when this happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-5126441399833743644?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/5126441399833743644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=5126441399833743644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5126441399833743644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5126441399833743644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2011/03/aaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-6392179803232923673</id><published>2011-03-05T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T09:40:09.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another rubbish post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hud muhk yku y vneaht uv seha ycgat sa so tet E mega cu syho kenmc h aht ib tuehk hudrehk. Po dra desa cra ycgat sa dryd, E's hud dygehk ed cncmo cu E zicd cesbmo csemat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Huf dryd E keja y meddma ped uv drehgehk ypuid ed, dra naycuh fro E teth'd fyhd du syga y suja ec dryd E fyhd dra kenm du ryja dra cysa vaamehk yc sa. Vindransuna, frah E's eh y namydeuhcreb, E tu hud fyhd ed du pa y crund dans namydeuhcreb. Syho kad ehdu namydeuhcreb yht pnayg ib yc vycd yc drao kud ehdu dra namydeuhcreb. E zicd tuh'd fyhd du tu cdr yc buehdmacc yc dryd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dra kenm E's kuehk du ryja y namydeuhcreb fedr ec rubavimmo dra kenm E's kuhhy synno. Y meddma tasyhtehk vun cusauha mega sa ec ed? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;anyone can make me happy by doing something special..&lt;br /&gt;but only someone can make me happy by doing insignificant things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-6392179803232923673?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/6392179803232923673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=6392179803232923673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6392179803232923673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6392179803232923673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-rubbish-post.html' title='another rubbish post'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-7789661334116335359</id><published>2011-02-25T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T11:34:49.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rubbish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-74f462d6aecd1b90" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D74f462d6aecd1b90%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331106554%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13EFDD471CD1FECA5EBA09E8EB9293F5B3161F8E.653E9B4B23716CCFCECA21833FC272079D22AA33%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D74f462d6aecd1b90%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm73ZK_anmKFpaPdzNntvB7xyRts&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D74f462d6aecd1b90%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331106554%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13EFDD471CD1FECA5EBA09E8EB9293F5B3161F8E.653E9B4B23716CCFCECA21833FC272079D22AA33%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D74f462d6aecd1b90%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm73ZK_anmKFpaPdzNntvB7xyRts&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;This is just one of the many songs I like from Secret Garden soundtrack. This movie has one of the best soundtracks ever. I like many of the songs here although I didn't understand a word the singer is muttering about. This song just got stuck in my head so I decided to go on Youtube to search for this song. I had quite a hard time looking for this song because the title of the song was in korean. Then I found the English title of the song and decided to look for a video with english subtitle in it. And.. tada. This is it. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-7789661334116335359?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/7789661334116335359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=7789661334116335359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7789661334116335359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7789661334116335359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2011/02/rubbish.html' title='rubbish'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-2171244556279817819</id><published>2011-01-23T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T08:52:02.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SG ~ That Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4771c19b5246a61a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4771c19b5246a61a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331106554%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EE1BDC734C13FDCFF35E0AD9F609835D4647036.49A49773F2705166F0F65E497B09275B348EC687%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4771c19b5246a61a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DygvoCIcZx6mWwzvPYVxfoDeQ1Cc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4771c19b5246a61a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331106554%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EE1BDC734C13FDCFF35E0AD9F609835D4647036.49A49773F2705166F0F65E497B09275B348EC687%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4771c19b5246a61a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DygvoCIcZx6mWwzvPYVxfoDeQ1Cc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-2171244556279817819?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/2171244556279817819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=2171244556279817819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/2171244556279817819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/2171244556279817819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2011/01/sg-that-man.html' title='SG ~ That Man'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-7324282984425001605</id><published>2011-01-22T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T03:21:15.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stay night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E bnupypmo tuh'd ryja yho naknadc.. E's tuha taymehk fedr ed vnus so ehceta. Cusatyo, so sasuneac femm vyta, yht ran juela, ran yldeuhc, E sekrd vunkad dras yc famm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pid ajah cu, E'mm ymfyoc nasaspan dryd E mujat ran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ajah cu, ajah ev E lyh'd naylr ed. Drana yna drehkc dryd cdyo eh so raynd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-Fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-7324282984425001605?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/7324282984425001605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=7324282984425001605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7324282984425001605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7324282984425001605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2011/01/stay-night.html' title='stay night'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-7160521814194272671</id><published>2011-01-16T10:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T11:33:40.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunbeam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I found those pictures of sunbeam beautiful. I do not know what or how to explain what is beautiful in those pictures. The only thing I know that those pictures are magnificent.. ~D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TTNBL249MiI/AAAAAAAAASU/jRJVz5ke4d0/s1600/72303112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TTNBL249MiI/AAAAAAAAASU/jRJVz5ke4d0/s400/72303112.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562861636701467170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TTNBGz9wD2I/AAAAAAAAASM/l7oeLgKEojU/s1600/89716406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TTNBGz9wD2I/AAAAAAAAASM/l7oeLgKEojU/s400/89716406.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562861550016925538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TTNA-n1gLAI/AAAAAAAAASE/Aq52Rxj2KDc/s1600/99534640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TTNA-n1gLAI/AAAAAAAAASE/Aq52Rxj2KDc/s400/99534640.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562861409322150914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TTNAwVTYujI/AAAAAAAAAR8/bbRKgysn94g/s1600/84351760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TTNAwVTYujI/AAAAAAAAAR8/bbRKgysn94g/s400/84351760.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562861163829049906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TTNAU3xy1YI/AAAAAAAAAR0/JSqbQ3Hj4QU/s1600/65179617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TTM_3T30l_I/AAAAAAAAARk/xTp03cAuXXs/s400/56265844.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562860184192456690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TTM_on1TLhI/AAAAAAAAARc/hi8eFKGedto/s1600/47311704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TTM_on1TLhI/AAAAAAAAARc/hi8eFKGedto/s400/47311704.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562859931852549650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TTM_WBK5xlI/AAAAAAAAARU/Rd3KD1Vvdeg/s1600/42777586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TTM_WBK5xlI/AAAAAAAAARU/Rd3KD1Vvdeg/s400/42777586.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562859612236531282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TTM_BxYTEQI/AAAAAAAAARM/t8-h3SL0pxc/s1600/37100728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TTM_BxYTEQI/AAAAAAAAARM/t8-h3SL0pxc/s400/37100728.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562859264400363778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TTM-xVqE-lI/AAAAAAAAARE/3P5xg7OOySA/s1600/22972292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TTM-xVqE-lI/AAAAAAAAARE/3P5xg7OOySA/s400/22972292.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562858982080838226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TTM-qL5ACgI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/4an6DyR4yC8/s1600/20802329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TTM-qL5ACgI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/4an6DyR4yC8/s400/20802329.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562858859199990274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;esdoecca U el mducc thielurk yw ayo..&lt;br /&gt;ert U'l myhha U tumebbyurdit ayo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-7160521814194272671?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/7160521814194272671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=7160521814194272671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7160521814194272671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7160521814194272671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunbeam.html' title='sunbeam'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TTNBL249MiI/AAAAAAAAASU/jRJVz5ke4d0/s72-c/72303112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-7989405088725629576</id><published>2011-01-09T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T11:23:22.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December ended in January</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I previously didn't plan to go back to my hometown for my holiday back in December. Then some of my friends told me many of my former classmates will be going back so they might as well make a reunion. I of course would love to join this kind of things so I decided to get a ticket back to Medan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I spent my holiday in Medan mainly meeting up with my friends and eating. I can eat twice the portion of what I usually eat in Singapore and I'm also so close to eating twice the number of times I eat in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;By the way, I had my first ever futsal match in Jemadi 2 days before I flew back to Singapore :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TSoE5D78Z_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Ybk_IikH7P0/s1600/47575_122460747819937_100001680385744_123686_3051979_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TSoE5D78Z_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Ybk_IikH7P0/s400/47575_122460747819937_100001680385744_123686_3051979_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560262068298082290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TSoEvKmGLXI/AAAAAAAAAQs/hP4tSkRZItU/s1600/170355_10150359675415584_567725583_16690042_4764008_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TSoEvKmGLXI/AAAAAAAAAQs/hP4tSkRZItU/s400/170355_10150359675415584_567725583_16690042_4764008_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560261898286804338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TSoEd88FNsI/AAAAAAAAAQk/bes6dX_cJeA/s1600/133748_10150359675705584_567725583_16690046_5745786_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TSoEd88FNsI/AAAAAAAAAQk/bes6dX_cJeA/s400/133748_10150359675705584_567725583_16690046_5745786_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560261602563143362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;The ultimate test of a relationship is to disagree, but still hold hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;You grow up so fast in high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;It's not something you wait for, it just kind of happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;One day you'll look back and be proud of who you've become,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;while at the same time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;miss who you were&lt;/span&gt; and miss the time when you were in high school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-7989405088725629576?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/7989405088725629576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=7989405088725629576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7989405088725629576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7989405088725629576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2011/01/december-ended-in-january.html' title='December ended in January'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TSoE5D78Z_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Ybk_IikH7P0/s72-c/47575_122460747819937_100001680385744_123686_3051979_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-7716394828579934299</id><published>2010-12-11T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T18:49:01.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank God the week is done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I had one of my most exciting karaoke in years, if not the best. The guys decided to do a last minute outing because most of us will be back to Indo by next week. Since we had nothing planned, we decided to go to Kbox to sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;To be honest the last time I had this much of fun karaoke-ing is before I graduated from high school. Not to say that the other times I had karaoke were not fun. Just that The atmosphere is different. Everybody sang their hearts out, even kepin sang too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The moment our memorial song, I Gotta Feeling, was played the atmosphere escalated. Everyone got so excited and sang their hearts out. Every since the I Gotta Feeling was played we tried to pick more mood booster songs such as Dynamite, Fire Burning, Krazy, Hotel Room Service n Bang Toyib. Yes, Bang Toyib! Who would pick such a silly song to sing?? Haha.. Nonetheless, Bang Toyib is an awesomely funny song. Melia n mike seemed to enjoy the song so much :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We left the place at 3am. The bill was a shocking one though. $36 per person. :hamer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;this could really be good life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-7716394828579934299?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/7716394828579934299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=7716394828579934299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7716394828579934299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7716394828579934299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-god-week-is-done.html' title='thank God the week is done'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-48618212809528510</id><published>2010-12-11T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T03:18:19.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk tsk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;I guess I won't make a good event organizer. I was supposed to set up a small outing for the Medan guys but I nearly screwed the event up. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;I don't have the patience to wait for the reply message and to reply each n every single message attentively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well, yesterday I jogged with mike. Em, I should say I supposed to jog with mike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We walked around for more than 2 hours and we only jogged for 30 seconds. The plan was to jog for at least 30 minutes, but well I guess 30 seconds and 30 minutes are only shortly parted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Basically what we do is chat but we do it while we were strolling the streets of bukit timah near mike's house. We chatted about nearly everything that came to our minds. From A to Z, from 1 to 0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A true friend...&lt;br /&gt;-Accepts you as you are&lt;br /&gt;-doesn't give up with you&lt;br /&gt;-admires all sides of your personality&lt;br /&gt;-forgives your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;-never judges you&lt;br /&gt;-shouts if necessary, if you don't want to listen&lt;br /&gt;-raises you spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-48618212809528510?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/48618212809528510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=48618212809528510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/48618212809528510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/48618212809528510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/12/tsk-tsk.html' title='tsk tsk'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-7298189506577030866</id><published>2010-12-01T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T18:52:20.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!!</title><content type='html'>Oh lalala.. I passed all my subjects. The score is not satisfying but that's what I can expect because I screwed up my class tests. Class tests are entitled for 40% of the entire score n I only got only 20% for some subjects and 1 subject even less than 20% of the total score for class test (I failed 1 of the tests).&lt;div&gt;This time I made a promise to myself not to underestimate the class tests. I have experienced how hard it can be when you failed your class tests n that the class tests are entitled for such a big portion of the total score.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm still happy that I passed all my exam. THANK YOU!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-7298189506577030866?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/7298189506577030866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=7298189506577030866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7298189506577030866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7298189506577030866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/12/yes.html' title='YES!!'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-2043431565777039717</id><published>2010-11-01T01:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T01:40:37.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>please</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just need to pass.. nothing else matters for now&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm little more difficult to understand than some people. I'm myself with my friends and not with people I kind of know. I'm quiet at times and really loud and crazy at other times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-2043431565777039717?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/2043431565777039717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=2043431565777039717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/2043431565777039717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/2043431565777039717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/11/please.html' title='please'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-6158061700636754862</id><published>2010-10-21T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T07:40:58.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grown Ups</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TMEXR8wBaBI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ha3P6CnJvGk/s1600/grown_ups01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TMEXR8wBaBI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ha3P6CnJvGk/s400/grown_ups01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530727414520440850" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just recently during my study week period, I watch &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grown_Ups_(film)"&gt;Grown Ups&lt;/a&gt;. I know I shouldn't be doing this but this exam thing is tiring me physically and mentally.. okay, a little bit of exaggeration here and there. But whatever.. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is basically a comedy movie. Starring some big names, such as Adam Sandlers and Salma Hayek. I got to be honest, this movie is really great. Not an unrated 17+ comedy (i.e American Pie), but this movie is just good as it is. Have been quite some time I didn't laugh hard over a movie. What I like so much about this movie is that it does not only crack you up, but it also teach you some life lessons or so. I would recommend you to watch this movie if you have not. I'm pretty sure you would not want to miss this hilarious movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Live life so that you won't have any regrets when life's final buzzer sounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-6158061700636754862?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/6158061700636754862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=6158061700636754862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6158061700636754862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6158061700636754862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/10/grown-ups.html' title='Grown Ups'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TMEXR8wBaBI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ha3P6CnJvGk/s72-c/grown_ups01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-3307573495190932082</id><published>2010-10-15T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T22:06:17.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ewwww.. T_T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have some really pleasant experience with my roommate which I would like to share. I bear no hard feeling to him but to be real honest he is quite a nuisance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yesterday he cooked fried rice for his breakfast while I was sleeping. I slept until so late in the morning because I slept really late the night before. Anyways, his cooking is so good that the smell of his food woke me up. The worst part is when he starts eating his breakfast (he usually brings his food inside the bedroom to eat). The fact that the food smells so good and that he eats so pig-likely really annoys me. Do you know how it feels waking up with an empty hungry stomach listening to someone who sits just 30cm away from you chewing his smells-so-good food with a loud noise and there is nothing you can do but to smell and listen to him eating?? Haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Also, picture yourself sleeping , having a nice dream, and suddenly out of nowhere a blast of shit smell just drive right into your nose. I can't think of anything better than this. What makes things worse is that his butts are only less than 1m away from my face and that his butts are positioned exactly beside my face. Fantastic isn't it? I'll let you be the judge on how this feels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So, these are some of my very pleasant experiences with my roommate. How about yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;By the power vested on me, I now pronounce you deleted and blocked from my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You may now kiss my ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-3307573495190932082?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/3307573495190932082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=3307573495190932082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/3307573495190932082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/3307573495190932082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/10/ewwww-tt.html' title='ewwww.. T_T'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-2618160126060342287</id><published>2010-10-05T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:00:23.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hoped</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;E ghuf fa tuh'd dymg silr,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;yht cusadesac fa ajah fymg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;nekrd bycd aylr udran fedruid cyoehk uha funt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Pid drah drana'c druca desac frah uin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;aoac saad yht E ghuf taab tufh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;oui'na seccehk sa zicd yc silr yc E's seccehk oui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Its really amazing when two strangers become the best of friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;but it's really sad when the best of friends become two strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-2618160126060342287?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/2618160126060342287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=2618160126060342287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/2618160126060342287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/2618160126060342287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hoped.html' title='I hoped'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-1800621231616301124</id><published>2010-10-04T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T20:47:56.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>battle of sunset way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In the middle of the night, when all the troops in my camp are sleeping.. I felt something not right. I activated my alarm system, and voila my instinct was correct. &lt;/span&gt;My long time enemy sent one of his elite force to my room. He sent a poisonous flying tank to destroy me. Fortunately I am prepared. I bought a special weapon from Malaysia especially to defeat that poisonous vehicle. This weapon really came in handy. I defeated the flying tank in less than 1 minute. Haha.. I emerge victorious from this decisive battle. Yeah.. I killed a cockroach today. Haha.. I am the winner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKjKTIHBCPI/AAAAAAAAAPo/6fGgaG8MpuQ/s400/IMG00273-20101004-0221.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523887372913150194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a picture of the defeated 'poisonous flying tank'. This 'thing' is down, destroyed, annihilated, erased, you name it!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;love is not something that you need to beg for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-1800621231616301124?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/1800621231616301124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=1800621231616301124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/1800621231616301124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/1800621231616301124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/10/enemy-defeated.html' title='battle of sunset way'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKjKTIHBCPI/AAAAAAAAAPo/6fGgaG8MpuQ/s72-c/IMG00273-20101004-0221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-7759344226576551049</id><published>2010-10-03T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T10:59:17.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is not the end my fren</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Letting go doesn't mean giving up... it means moving on. It is one of the hardest things a person can do. Starting at birth, we grasp on to anything we can get our hands on, and hold on as if we will cease to exist when we let go. We feel that letting go is giving up, quitting, and that as we all know is cowardly. But as we grow older we are forced to change our way of thinking. We are forced to realize that letting go means accepting things that cannot be. It means maturing and moving on, no matter how hard you have to fight yourself to do so. (quoted from an unknown source)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;all that truly matters in the end is that you loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Regina Brett (God Never Blinks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-7759344226576551049?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/7759344226576551049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=7759344226576551049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7759344226576551049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7759344226576551049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/10/move_6905.html' title='this is not the end my fren'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-9002336594041374597</id><published>2010-09-28T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T03:08:05.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is so darn good</title><content type='html'>My house-mate cooked for lunch today. I really feel like I am a big boss today. They cooked and asked me to eat and they did the dishes. What I did was sit down, eat and after eating what I do is put the dirty plates on the sink. Man, this is what I called a good life. I don't know why I like when someone cook for me. Hahaha..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;life is good now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-9002336594041374597?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/9002336594041374597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=9002336594041374597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/9002336594041374597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/9002336594041374597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-so-darn-good.html' title='this is so darn good'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-5248505649586336777</id><published>2010-09-28T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T08:09:15.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes I wish she was you</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went out with ss, my long time girl friend. She is one of the longest best girl friend of mine. I even know her parents and her siblings. Anyway, there was nobody else who can join the outing, so I spent my whole day n night with ss only.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Suki Sushi to have lunch since ss wanted to eat sushi. We took the buffet package and I literally ate like a mad cow. While ss ate quite little. The chicken karage, teriyaki chicken and the ice cream were the best of all the foods I ate there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After eating we went to watch Shock Labyrinth at 5. Shock Labyrinth is not as scary as what it is rumoured to be. I thought this film would scare the shit out of me since it is a 3d horror movie, but I was wrong. The plot was confusing and illogical, rather boring I should say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end the nice day, I went to ss' place to have Rendang Chicken. Her mom brought the Rendang Chicken from Medan and ss offered me to have some of them. That was simply an offer I can not reject. Having someone to cook for you is simply a pleasure I should say, more over I can eat Rendang Chicken. So, who would be so stupid to reject that kind of offer?? Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After eating I watched 'Myth Buster' and 'Weird or What' for 2 hours at ss' place. These are educative tv programmes. I had a good time watching them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Friendship isn't about being inseparable. It's about being separated and nothing changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-5248505649586336777?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/5248505649586336777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=5248505649586336777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5248505649586336777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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We filmed these during our tuition at Nixon's house. This might look stupid for some people, but believe me this was so much fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All these videos are based on the WWE superstars' entrance stance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-599129046429214836?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/599129046429214836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=599129046429214836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/599129046429214836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/599129046429214836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/09/childhood-silliness.html' title='childhood silliness'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-6381200602871696459</id><published>2010-09-27T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T08:00:41.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feelings is sth that can not be forced. For me, if you have no feelings about sth than there is nothing you can do about that. There is no need for us to force the other party. You can not force someone who hate shrimp to like shrimp, same thing applies to feelings. If it needs to be forced to happen, then it might as well don't need to happen (in most occasions). I myself don't really like forcing people and I don't like to be forced to do sth but I have to admit I sometimes force people to do sth they are reluctant to do. It is not a good thing ofc, but.. nvm, forget it LOL&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway by the way bus way, I just had my most tiring 2 days I've ever experienced in my life. Both my feet ached as the effect of that 2 days event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;do not be too concerned about a problem before that problem be a problem for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;cusadesac ed'c paddan du keja ib dra vaamehk nydran dryh vekrd, ghufehk dryd E ys dra uhmo uha vekrdehk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-6381200602871696459?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/6381200602871696459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=6381200602871696459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6381200602871696459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6381200602871696459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/09/feelings-is-sth-that-can-not-be-forced.html' title=''/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-7065637689037927247</id><published>2010-09-22T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T08:01:26.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 and 5</title><content type='html'>I don't know why but recently I am so associated with number 15. I am often late to work for 15 minutes, were late to iCare for 1.5 hours, and have this thing for more or less 1.5 years.&lt;div&gt;I have decided to let go this thing. I felt as if there is something lifted from me, something heavy. And somehow I felt relieved. I don't know whether this will be a good decision or not, but for now I think it is. As for the future I don't know. Well, I guess I'll just go with the flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway by the way bus way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;perfect chapter laid to rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-7065637689037927247?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/7065637689037927247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=7065637689037927247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7065637689037927247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7065637689037927247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/09/1-and-5.html' title='1 and 5'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-5688054289189189041</id><published>2010-09-21T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T20:17:55.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remembrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TJl0wkaAy5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/sEeKdgxzTIE/s1600/P6024090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TJl0wkaAy5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/sEeKdgxzTIE/s400/P6024090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519571196074576786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TJlzyyQ3M7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/e6GFBqPg6aU/s1600/1_399668469l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TJlzyyQ3M7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/e6GFBqPg6aU/s400/1_399668469l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519570134642406322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TJlx-D-RbLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/lwtQzm7wHz8/s1600/1_503284828l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TJlx-D-RbLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/lwtQzm7wHz8/s400/1_503284828l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519568129351576754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-5688054289189189041?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/5688054289189189041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=5688054289189189041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5688054289189189041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5688054289189189041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/09/remembrance.html' title='remembrance'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TJl0wkaAy5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/sEeKdgxzTIE/s72-c/P6024090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-5348769157626892377</id><published>2010-09-19T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T10:44:37.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iCare</title><content type='html'>This morning I went for iCare to do social work. This was the very first time for me to do this, so I was quite looking forward to it. I made a promise to meet up with Pon at bukit batok mrt at 6.30 but I never did show up (my bad..). Unfortunately, I can't sleep until it was nearly 4 o'clock. By the time I woke up, I saw that there were 4 miscalls and 2 messages all from Pon and the very first thing that came to my mind was 'Shit. 7.30 already?? Didn't I set my alarm at 5.30?? Why didn't it ring? How the hell did I end up waking at 7.30. God damn.'.. From the way she messaged me I knew she was pissed n disappointed (maapkan saia). I directly messaged her, n tbh I never expected a reply. I would understand if she would not reply as I were late for more 1.5 hours (I arrived at Woodlands at 8.10 n was supposed to meet up with her at 6.30). But fortunately she replied, what a relief. I told her I would go there by cab n proceeded to bath n change as fast as I could.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time I arrived at the Heart of Love event everyone was already busy doing stuff. I called James, the head of SIM's iCare, and get changed. At first I didn't know what I have to do because everyone was busy with their own stuff, but then I knew what to do. At first I just helped them carry the packets of rice and arrange them. An hour after that was the time to distribute the groceries to the people. So we have to pack them into one (each person is entitled to a trolley of mixed groceries and a pack of rice). After nearly half an hour doing the packing, someone approached me and asked if I can go to the register counter to help out. So I agreed and went to the register counter. My partner was a much smaller girl (I don't know her name because I never asked). She is in her 16s I think. She has a small body, kinda tanned skin. I did the writing and checking for nearly an hour before it started to get quiet and I decided to leave the counter. I were kinda bored because I have nobody to talk to (I didn't intend to talk to her so that left me with nobody to talk to).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the event I went to my friend's house and slept there for a while. Man, he has a nice pillow and bed. I didn't sleep for a long time but it was nice sleep. I think I slept for less than 30 minutes but I felt fresh when I woke up. Hm.. I am thinking to visit him and sleep at his house again, LOL. We had a little walk around his house before I went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will definitely not my last time joining such activities. Thanks to Ipon who introduced me to this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, I can already watch my BoA Live Tour 2010 Identity! Yesterday after I bought this dvd I can't watch in on my laptop. But then I downloaded some software and voila I can now watch my BoA dvd :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;a smile happens in a flash, but its memory can last a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-5348769157626892377?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/5348769157626892377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=5348769157626892377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5348769157626892377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5348769157626892377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/09/icare.html' title='iCare'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-5529571233500983652</id><published>2010-09-16T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T01:32:34.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when the sounds of nature meet the sounds of piano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I woke up really early today despite that I slept late yesterday night (I slept at 3 or 4). It was 10 to 8am when I woke up. Since I couldn't sleep, I went down to my hideout (this is my small private room in the house) and watched an anime I downloaded yesterday. This is anime was said to be one of the ten best anime ever to be made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The name of the anime is Byousoku 5cm (5 Centimeters Per Second). An anime Makoto Shinkai. I won't elaborate the story here, you can google it if you want to. But I can tell you that this is a beautiful anime, both the storyline and the graphic. Byousoku 5cm indeed deserved to be called one of the best anime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;After watching this anime, I felt a bit sleepy as the rain is pouring down the earth. This heavy rain is as if the heaven is crying for the anime I watched. Ahahahaha.. Anyway, it's been a long time since I sleep during a downpour. Oh, I forgot to mention that I have downloaded the OST for this anime. They were all piano songs. Such a perfect company for my sleep. So I guess this will be a good sleep for me. Banzai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*That was indeed a good sleep. I slept for 3 hours :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-5529571233500983652?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/5529571233500983652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=5529571233500983652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5529571233500983652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5529571233500983652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-sounds-of-nature-meet-sounds-of.html' title='when the sounds of nature meet the sounds of piano'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-6459870790713223363</id><published>2010-09-16T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T17:17:45.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wandering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My thoughts, wandering aimlessly. I'm in my so called zone. Not even dota can make this mind of mine concentrate. When I were playing dota I felt as if my attention is not to dota but somewhere else. The past, present and future are all mixing; playing a movie I don't know. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time. I rarely have this feeling, but sometimes when things I care get into my thoughts this is what will happen. Tsk tsk tsk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What do you think? I'm not a starfish or a pepper tree. I'm a living, breathing human being. Of course I've been in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Haruki Murakami (Kafka On The Shore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-6459870790713223363?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/6459870790713223363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=6459870790713223363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6459870790713223363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6459870790713223363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/09/wandering.html' title='wandering'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-8203152147438290418</id><published>2010-09-12T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:53:39.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday till Sunday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night I went to Orchard to meet up with Michelle and Cakra. When I arrived at Orchard I were amazed by the massive crowd that gathered in front of Ngee Ann City. I were wondering what the hell was happening and came to realize that there was a Dragon Dance Competition being held there. Since there were so many people there and remembering that I were about to meet up with Michelle (who is tiny), I phoned her and tell her to meet me up in front of Chanel.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She meet me with both of her parents and her younger brother (my thinking was that her parents were afraid she would get lost because she did not recognize the way and the fact that she is so tiny that people would mistaken her as a child and kidnap her). After that we head to Cineleisure where Cakra was waiting for us. On our way to Cineleisure I interrogated her about her life in Medan, on how she was doing. Oh, btw, I forgot to mention that she wore flip-flops because her high heels were damaged. I mentioned this just to show you my impression towards her. If you don't know what I mean, I am trying to say that she looked even tinier than she used to look. HAHA..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After meeting up with Cakra, we decided to have our dinner at Canele. I ordered Paris Ham Club Sandwich for me. Cakra ordered Marina Pasta, while Michelle ordered Canele Cheese Burger. Then we ordered Big Breakfast Pizza and a Le-Royale cake to share (Michelle paid for the 2 of these). The food at Canele is delicious, but is quite costly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sat at Canele until 10 when we have to pick SS up at Marriott Hotel. She was still working by the time we reached there, but it didn't take long before she finish her work. We then decided to go to Balestier Road to try the infamous Founder Bak Kut Teh (from now on I will call this as FBKT for convenience). When  we arrived at the opposite of FBKT, they saw many movie posters and suddenly agreed on watching a movie (it was at Shaw Center). So we went to the ticket counter on the 4th floor and bought 4 tickets for Resident Evil Afterlife. Because SS was hungry, we went to McD at the first floor to let SS fill her stomach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RE Afterlife has a better storyline than the previous Resident Evil. Many famous actor and actress starred this movie, namely Wentworth Miller, Milla Jovovich and Ali Larter. However, RE Afterlife looked as if this is a combination of Prison Break, Heroes and Matrix. Why do I say so? First, Wentworth Miller is famous because he starred Prison Break while Ali Larter is famous because she starred Heroes. Second, there are too many Matrix effects in this RE Afterlife which at some point made this movie looked good but at the same time bad because they used too much Matrix effect in this movie that made this movie looked fake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After watching RE Afterlife, we went to FBKT to try the Bak Kut Teh. We ordered 3 bowls of Bak Kut Teh because Cakra didn't feel like eating. The physical appearance of the Bak Kut Teh tempted me so much, but when I tasted the meat and soup, I was so dissapointed. The Bak Kut Teh just tasted okay, nothing extraordinary. In fact, the food didn't taste as good as it was rumoured. This restaurant is totally overrated, in my humble opinion. The meat were hard, and the soup contained too much pepper. We chatted a lot while we were eating. We talked about crushes, bf gf things, work, life, memories, etc. Soon after we finished eating it was already 2.30 and SS said she wanted to eat ice cream. Again, we go to McD and ordered 2 Mc Flurry (1 was for me hehe..) and sat there to eat and continue our talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, SS and Michelle left McD at 3.30am (Cakra wanted to stay back to study). We took a cab to Orchard Hotel where Michelle is staying. After that I walk SS back to her house (it was a tiring walk as we walked from Orchard Hotel to Sommerset). Feeling very tired I first wanted to take a cab home but then I cancelled, remembering how costly it can be if I take a cab home. So I waited for the Night Rider bus to come. I waited for approximately 30 minutes before my bus came. The journey was about 20 minutes before I reach Clementi MRT which is the nearest to my house, then I walk back home. It took me at least 15 minutes to walk from Clementi MRT to my house. By the time I reach home it was 5.30am and I was extremely tired after all this activities, but still have to bathe because I stink so badly and my body was so sticky. I then sent random messages to my friend before I slept which was already 6 in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Michelle will be leaving for Medan today night but I can't accompany her anymore as I have to study for my exam tomorrow. I have a 10 topics test tomorrow and I am still blogging :s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It is one of the blessing of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.&lt;br /&gt;-Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-8203152147438290418?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/8203152147438290418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=8203152147438290418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/8203152147438290418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/8203152147438290418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/09/yesterday-night-i-went-to-orchard-to.html' title='Saturday till Sunday'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-5343301015220474768</id><published>2010-09-10T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T22:35:54.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something&lt;em&gt;inside&lt;/em&gt; of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-Haruki Murakami (Kafka On The Shore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-5343301015220474768?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/5343301015220474768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=5343301015220474768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5343301015220474768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5343301015220474768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-fate-is-like-small-sandstorm.html' title=''/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-7011945400319028906</id><published>2010-09-04T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T10:30:33.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hilarious</title><content type='html'>I went to Clark Quay to eat n drink with my friends. We drank at a Mexican Taqueria, Senor Taco. I ordered 2 beers, Corona n Negra Modelo for me. The guys ordered 2 drinks each. The ladies got themselves Margarita or whatever it was but the bottom line is that it is a non-alcoholic drink.&lt;div&gt;Then, I talked about my friend who once drank Mix Max n ended up being drunk n Kecil laughed as if she is a good drinker. 20 minutes later Kecil is down n out, yes, she is down n out ladies n gentlemen (a little bit of exaggeration of course). She is still conscious but I believe she is quite 'high' already. Her face is so red that I can even compare it with the color of a tomato.  Hahaha.. This is really hilarious thinking about how she laughed at my friend. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.&lt;br /&gt;-Robert Frost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-7011945400319028906?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/7011945400319028906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=7011945400319028906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7011945400319028906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7011945400319028906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/09/hilarious.html' title='hilarious'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-8201684874116272053</id><published>2010-08-29T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:59:44.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>preach</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;This morning I went to XXX church to listen to a preach.&lt;div&gt;To my astonishment, some members of Hillsong came and sang at the church. I had goosebumps from the very moment they started singing. Everybody sang wholeheartedly which touched me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pastor for today is, let's just call him Pastor P, as I don't want to offend anyone. He seemed to have a great understanding in what is written in the bible. However, there was one thing he said that disappointed me. He said that no matter what good you do, if you are not a believer (of Jesus Christ), you are still a sinner; or something similar to that. That statement really disappoint me. As to my understanding, every religion teaches good thing. Why can someone say that a certain religion is superior to other religion? If what he said was true, what about the other people who believed in other religion? They just go straight to hell (quoting dumpling's word :D)? .................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/the_tendency_to_turn_human_judgments_into_divine/195987.html" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;The tendency to turn human judgments into divine commands makes religion one of the most dangerous forces in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-8201684874116272053?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/8201684874116272053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=8201684874116272053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/8201684874116272053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/8201684874116272053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/08/preach.html' title='preach'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-5720081412511441245</id><published>2010-08-15T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T10:33:48.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I am so lost..  stuck at the crossroad.. need to be enlightened. haha..&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;life goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-5720081412511441245?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/5720081412511441245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=5720081412511441245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5720081412511441245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5720081412511441245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/08/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-5330784129781566757</id><published>2010-08-08T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:31:00.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@_@</title><content type='html'>so that was what happened when tornado meets volcano~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;you don't have to win every argument. agree to disagree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-5330784129781566757?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/5330784129781566757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=5330784129781566757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5330784129781566757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5330784129781566757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='@_@'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-4359549605413992890</id><published>2010-08-01T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:03:21.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hillsong</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;This is one of my all time favourite song of Hillsong. The lead singer lady in this video has a nice voice. I really like her singing this song.&lt;div&gt;There are few songs beside this song that I like; namely Stronger, Mighty to Save You, Your Name High and Through It All.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-353b3355ab579145" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D353b3355ab579145%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331106555%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B95ACF16CF3B3F00CC5B372BC5D113514658FF4.3740FE9C5B00A347B13B9828CCA647ED912C84B6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D353b3355ab579145%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrYbuM9eNj9rxQIKvJEvr9ekOR24&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D353b3355ab579145%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331106555%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B95ACF16CF3B3F00CC5B372BC5D113514658FF4.3740FE9C5B00A347B13B9828CCA647ED912C84B6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D353b3355ab579145%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrYbuM9eNj9rxQIKvJEvr9ekOR24&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;NB. If you are free, check out the comment posted by the youtubers. Reading their comments make me wanna argue with them. Haha.. I mean argue based on faith + logic. No offense but don't tell me everything that happens happens because God wanted it to happen. It really is a blind opinion. You do things because you wanted to, not God. Anyways, I still believe in God (whichever God I believed in) and I don't doubt the existence of God as there are quite many things that happened which can't be explained by science.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/what_we_are_is_god-s_gift_to_us-what_we_become_is/204393.html" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;What we are is God's gift to us. What we become is our gift to God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-4359549605413992890?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/4359549605413992890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=4359549605413992890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/4359549605413992890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/4359549605413992890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/08/hillsong.html' title='hillsong'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-8915036563322716903</id><published>2010-07-28T10:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:05:40.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Not long ago I bought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Kafka On the Shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Murakami Haruki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. This book is recommended to me by kevin. He said his teacher recommended this book to him. So I bought it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. As far as I have read, the story line is about a 15 year old guy who left house and went to the other part of the country because he can't bear being at home. His father never cares about him n his mother has passed away. The story also talks about UFO-like things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Murakami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; interpreted the story in such a way that you will be curious of what will happen next. This is a nice read and this book is apparently not overrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Today I bought another book which is titled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;God Never Blinks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Regina Brett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. I read the book during my trip back from Orchard. This book is as far as I can tell a very inspiring book. The writer of the book fought off breast cancer and survived to write this book. She wrote a newspaper column for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Cleaveland Plain Dealer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;before she wrote this book. The column went viral, appearing in church bulletins, newsletters, and small town newspapers. She relates her story from her life as a single parent, working on her problem with God, fighting cancer, and her difficult childhood as one of the eleven children.&lt;br /&gt;This is a must have book! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;life's not fair, but it's still good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-8915036563322716903?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/8915036563322716903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=8915036563322716903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/8915036563322716903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/8915036563322716903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/07/novels.html' title='books'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-5072083450220126545</id><published>2010-07-27T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:22:12.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wah</title><content type='html'>Apparently I burned my tongue when I had supper with melia, mike n iyan yesterday night. I realized I have burnt my tounge when I check on the mirror just now. My tongue bleed and ached a bit but since it doesn't give me so much trouble, I'll just let the wound on my tongue heal by itself.&lt;div&gt;Today I hurt my left leg when I played badminton with the girls. Johannes did tell me to warm up before playing. I ignored his advice because I wanted to look like a hero, but instead of looking hero-like I rather looked like a retard. It was kinda tiring, but I enjoyed the game. The toughest person who played is ipon. She played a lot of badminton with his brother, if I'm not mistaken. Johannes is not bad but he gets tired quite quickly. I didn't bring any clothes there and I regretted that after we finished playing. My shirt was soaking wet and I could actually squeeze my sweat out of my shirt. Sounds dirty eh? Hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess I have to sleep now because the lecture will start at 8.30 tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;things are easier said than done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-5072083450220126545?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/5072083450220126545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=5072083450220126545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5072083450220126545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5072083450220126545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/07/wah.html' title='wah'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-50275629420273256</id><published>2010-07-26T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T09:45:17.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hillview regency</title><content type='html'>Few hours ago Mike n Kerapu kept phoning me n telling me that Dumpling cried n needed somebody to talk to. They asked me to meet up with them at Dumpling's condo. I then rushed to her place by taxi. The moment I arrived there, I saw them smiling at me.. and.. shit!! I have just realized I have been tricked by them.&lt;div&gt;We chit chat a lot there. About Melia's cute problems. We also chatted about Iyan's problem. Damn he has the exact same problem I am facing. wahahaha.. I just got myself a partner. This is pathetic. roflmao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At around 10.30 we went to the kopitiam at Bukit Batok and had supper. I had a so called 'porridge' but it was instead soup filled with rice and I actually paid $3.50 for that. zzz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to take a taxi home because I missed the last bus. Damn, I spent $12 on nothing haisss..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, the swimming pool at Melia's condo looks damn beautiful at night :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;jangan men-ge-ne-ra-li-sa-si-kan orang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;human really is a bizarre creature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-50275629420273256?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/50275629420273256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=50275629420273256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/50275629420273256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/50275629420273256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/07/hillview-regency.html' title='hillview regency'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-8507289460462392524</id><published>2010-07-24T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T19:21:10.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>show me the meaning of being lonely, the dedication</title><content type='html'>I know I have been posting so many useless things lately but I can't help but do it. Cause this is the only place a can share my thoughts without being concern about anything. I don't give a damn whether there is anyone reading this or not, I just need some place to share my thoughts :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I re-listen to all my old songs and I found Backstreetboys - Show Me The Meaning of Being Lonely. This is a nostalgic song to me. I sang this song along with Winson, Kelvin (KT) and Suted when we were in the same class back in Warning class (1-5 sma). We would keep on singing this song in the class regardless of the countless times we have sung this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time I met Kelvin was 4 years ago, I'm not so sure about this. I still do minor contact with him, but I've never seen him ever since our class got separated. He is in my opinion a diligent person but he was never given the chance to prove it. Instead of Suted or KT, I was the one to be transfered to 2 science 3. I myself were quite astonished when I was told that I were transferred to 2 science 3 despite the lower scores I have compared to Suted or KT. While Ason was transferred to 2 science 2. I met Ason when I went back to Medan 2 months ago. He changed a lot. He looked skinnier and was a bit messy. As for Suted I think I met him half a year ago or a year ago. He has not changed much, still as skinny as he used to be. Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really feels good when you remember those silly things you do back then, maybe not everyone feels that way but at least for me it feels good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;where there is a meeting there must be separation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-8507289460462392524?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/8507289460462392524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=8507289460462392524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/8507289460462392524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/8507289460462392524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/07/show-me-meaning-of-being-lonely.html' title='show me the meaning of being lonely, the dedication'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-7188673618514806124</id><published>2010-07-23T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T00:19:26.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how to?</title><content type='html'>An evangelical has been visiting my house for 3 times now. I was the one who answered the door when he first came, after that it has been my sister who answered the door every time he visited. Actually I don't believe in what their bible says, but I don't wanna offend him so I just nodded when he explained things. He then asked me question about world's economy and the relationship with his bible (if I'm not mistaken) and I just answered I don't know because again I do not want to offend his beliefs. After that he asked me if he can come again, and I answered I can't promise. He came last week and he also came this morning.&lt;div&gt;I really dislike to be forced. Of course it is his mission to spread his belief to others, but uh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any idea how to tell him in a polite way  that I don't want to be visited and that I don't want to join his religion? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-7188673618514806124?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/7188673618514806124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=7188673618514806124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7188673618514806124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7188673618514806124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-to.html' title='how to?'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-3875461817272936320</id><published>2010-07-23T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T12:51:40.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>distance</title><content type='html'>I have the tendency to keep some distance between people. You might wonder why I am doing this, but I myself don't know why I am building these walls. I have been doing this my entire life. I only open up to those who makes effort to try to understand me or to whom I am comfortable with. There are very few who I open up to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote this cos insomnia strikes me. I have tons of questions in my head and this is the reason why I can't sleep. damn! zzz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-3875461817272936320?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/3875461817272936320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=3875461817272936320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/3875461817272936320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/3875461817272936320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/07/distance.html' title='distance'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-7361567182591801207</id><published>2010-07-23T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T11:56:40.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>I recently do this dumbbell lifting and stretching. I read on how to stretch at kaskus. It says that you will get taller by doing that regularly, so I am trying my luck on that and I tried to do what was written there. Have been exercising these 3 days, okay okay I know what you are thinking. I only exercised 3 days and have been bragging about it, but whatever. It really feels like hell when I'm exercising, but confusingly I feel fresh after 30 mins of resting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, Wendy's father said I look like the locals?? I don't mean to be racist but uh, I think I look so Indonesian? =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sorrow, sank deep inside my blood. no more nights, no more pain, no more breath inside. essence left my heart tonight, I've gone alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-7361567182591801207?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/7361567182591801207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=7361567182591801207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7361567182591801207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7361567182591801207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/07/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-3266864142526532774</id><published>2010-07-20T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T06:46:42.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o yeah</title><content type='html'>Today I went to Queensway Plaza or whatever it's name is with the guys to get dumpling-faced-melia a pair of dumbbell. After walking nearly the entire building, we found a shop on the last floor selling dumbbells. This shop sells dumbbells of various level of weights for males and females. The dumbbells for ladies ranged for a 2kg set to 8kg set and apparently melia got herself a 6kg set where each dumbbell weights 3kg. I told her it was too heavy for her to exercise with dumbbell of that weight. Being a hard-head person (peace melia :D . I am hard-head too haha) she insisted of the dumbbell of her choice, so none of us stopped her from getting that huge dumbbell to the payment counter. Now that she regretted getting such massive dumbbell for her there is nothing she can do about it. She might get a big arm by using that dumbbell. Hahahahah melia..&lt;div&gt;I too got myself a dumbbell. It cost me 85dollars for the dumbbell, and I'm literally broke for now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, I forgot to mention about the jacket mike gave me for my birthday present, and also the t-shirt melia bought me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, thank you ipon for the treat at Ayam Penyet. I'm looking forward for the other treat ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I take the memories as they come, accepting them all, letting them guide me wherever they want to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-3266864142526532774?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/3266864142526532774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=3266864142526532774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/3266864142526532774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/3266864142526532774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-yeah.html' title='o yeah'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-5624296657059513143</id><published>2010-07-18T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T09:13:45.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmhh hhmm..</title><content type='html'>Recently I saw a thread on Kaskus talking about world's religion statistics. So I decided to surf on the religion statistics and to my amazement the 'non-religious' are on the 4 spot bearing 775 million non-religious people (12.7%). Most of this non-religious people believe in God but they just don't follow any religion.&lt;div&gt;I myself have been questioning my faith lately although I don't over-think about this religion matter. I am a Buddhist on paper, I believe in Buddhism (6%) but at the same time I quite believe in some parts of the Christian teachings (32%). I don't know how or when or why (this phrase here made me feel like I'm singing Eminem's Beautiful lol) this thinking started to incept my mind. Does this make me a part of the 12.7% or does that make me part of the 32% or 6%? Frankly speaking this confused me but uh.. I'll just take it easy I guess. lol&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Buddha, Allah, Gandhi, Jesus, etc.. All the world's religious saints and prophets hold love as a central value, the glue that anchors the universe.. We hear, "Love makes the world go round," and "Love heals all wounds."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(one of the best religion quote imo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-5624296657059513143?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/5624296657059513143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=5624296657059513143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5624296657059513143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5624296657059513143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/07/mmhh-hhmm.html' title='mmhh hhmm..'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-6105420327521177860</id><published>2010-07-17T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T09:50:48.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another treat</title><content type='html'>I went to orchard to meet up with ss. Since the others can't join, so there were just both of us just now. We go to look for ss' goggles n her swimsuit because she said she would like to swim when she does not need to work.&lt;div&gt;After spending some time to look for the best that will suit her, we went to Din Tai Fung to have dinner. The dumpling there tastes really delicious. One of the best dumpling around I should say. We chit chat a lot when we were eating. We talked about many things. Sometimes it feels really good to have someone who we can share our thoughts to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She treated me for this dinner, she said it was for my birthday present because she was and still too busy to buy me a present. So yeah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n btw I met the same couple twice today. Once when I board on bus 7 to orchard at around 5, and the other is at 10 on bus 7 to clementi. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-6105420327521177860?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/6105420327521177860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=6105420327521177860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6105420327521177860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6105420327521177860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-treat.html' title='another treat'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-506190516203733503</id><published>2010-07-14T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T00:26:00.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a surprise for myself</title><content type='html'>Yesterday kecil chat with me on msn about the surprise we will make for ipon and we agreed on meeting at westmall to buy ipon's cake. So I woke up at 8.50, get myself ready n head to westmall. After we met up, kecil asked me where would I want to buy ipon's cake.&lt;div&gt;So I went to Bengawan Solo to buy the cake. Kecil asked me to choose the cake. At first I were puzzled and wanted to ask kecil how would I know what cake ipon like, but then I decided to just pick a cake. We proceed to the payment counter n when I wanted to pay, kecil said she will pay. Again I wanted to ask, but I just kept quiet n let her pay instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then get a lighter n head back to SIM because ipon's class will end at about 11.30. By the time we arrived there, there were only taidy and alek there then preily, hubaja, linda n fangphi joined us. At that moment I saw fangphi there, I kept on asking myself why would she be there? Shouldn't she be with ipon? I am a bit confused because they are classmates n ipon should be around fangphi or linda. But I never ask them where ipon is, I just kept on wondering where she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 mins later, kecil said ipon is coming n we need to light the candle. We looked for the lighter but couldn't find it anywhere. They asked me to accompany kecil to look for a lighter, so I n kecil went to look for it. After a while, someone called kecil n said they found where the lighter is. So we head back to where we were suppose to meet ipon n to my astonishment the surprise was actually for me, not ipon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never have I thought that was for me. They act so real as if the surprise was for ipon n I didn't realize it was for me. lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you kecil, ipon, fangphi, linda, anggi, jesica, preily, alek, taruna n taidy for the surprise n the little mess hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ps. I believe I don't miss anyone's name, but if I do please let me know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-506190516203733503?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/506190516203733503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=506190516203733503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/506190516203733503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/506190516203733503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/07/foxed.html' title='a surprise for myself'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-6995562406548605150</id><published>2010-07-14T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T09:57:56.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hahah</title><content type='html'>Instead of me treating him, Hendrik treated me n others to Live Seafood near our house. I must admit the food taste really good. The ribs and the vegetable imo is the best from all the foods he ordered. The fish tastes good too :DD&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the treat. Please treat us more often ))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many thanks to Ipon n fangphi for the call n wishes haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to s for the wishes :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-6995562406548605150?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/6995562406548605150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=6995562406548605150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6995562406548605150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6995562406548605150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/07/hahah.html' title='hahah'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-1158950990505112026</id><published>2010-07-13T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T11:28:21.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unexpected</title><content type='html'>wow, I really didn't see it coming. My friends suddenly came to celebrate my birthday. Well it is a pleasant yet disgusting birthday. They asked me to go down the block to cut the cake, or so they said but they actually surprised me by bashing my face to the cake. This is disgusting yaiks. Haha.. This is the very first time I have been smashed with a cake. I have cake all over my body all thanks to them. Good job and thanks for the surprise Melia, Michael, Bryan, Cakra n Kevin.. :D&lt;div&gt;Well they actually brought me sth besides a post card. They brought me "hair removal cream" zzzzzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and also.. Besides the 5 of them there are 3 people who actually remembered my birthday although I don't post it anywhere on my social network accounts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Bodoo, Helen and Kerapu for the wishes ))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides the ones I mentioned, there is also my younger sister who gave me her handmade postcard the day she went back to Medan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;our memories will last even if contact is lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I would thank you from the bottom of my heart, but for you my heart has no bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-1158950990505112026?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/1158950990505112026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=1158950990505112026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/1158950990505112026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/1158950990505112026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/07/unexpected.html' title='unexpected'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-3723434504841644611</id><published>2010-07-10T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T06:02:27.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorrow</title><content type='html'>I really pity my friend. He used to have a fine face, but now.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;life really gives us surprises.. you never know what will happen the next second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-3723434504841644611?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/3723434504841644611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=3723434504841644611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/3723434504841644611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/3723434504841644611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorrow.html' title='sorrow'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-6000762352250567800</id><published>2010-07-10T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T05:35:53.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guts</title><content type='html'>I've lived my life long enough to know I am gutless. I am not really good at socializing and to make things worse I am very forgetful. I would love to change, but I just can't. idk what to do. hmph..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, I met my high school friend at Fair Price Clementi today. he lives just 2 minutes from my place but this is the first time I've seen him ever since we graduated from high school. I am really ashamed when he told me he greeted me so many times but I didn't notice that he called me. He changed a lot, I can't recognize him anymore lol. He used to have that very white girly face, but he doesn't look that girly no more. Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I know I am sth because God doesn't create garbage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-6000762352250567800?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/6000762352250567800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=6000762352250567800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6000762352250567800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6000762352250567800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/07/guts.html' title='guts'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-6278965819439749025</id><published>2010-07-06T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T04:04:29.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>terrible accident</title><content type='html'>One of my best friend happened to be a victim of hit and run in Medan. He is a very nice person but you won't notice it until you further know him. When I first met him, was when I was transferred to 2 IPA 3, 3 years ago. The first time I saw him, I saw someone who is unfriendly and arrogant. I remembered I need to use correction fluid and he is the only one who has the correction fluid, so I borrowed the correction fluid from him. He simply threw it to me and said nothing although I thanked him. After few weeks, I then get to know him better. He is so much different than the first time I knew him. &lt;div&gt;Because of this accident, he have to go to rehab for 3 months. I can't imagine how I would react if I were him. I can just wish him good luck for his operation and wish he gets well soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Rise up; this matter is in your hands. We will support you, so take courage and do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-6278965819439749025?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/6278965819439749025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=6278965819439749025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6278965819439749025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6278965819439749025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/07/terrible-accident.html' title='terrible accident'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-3459892247164663622</id><published>2010-06-22T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T02:01:52.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dawn thoughts</title><content type='html'>I spent my 15 years life not realizing that there are many religions around and how complicated things can be once the topic about religion is brought up. When I finally realize there are many religions around (it was when I was in senior high school when I really understand about this matter), I can't stop thinking why there are so many different religions around. Why can't there be just one religion? Why are there so many Gods around (different religion, different God)?&lt;div&gt;I'd also like to talk about two religions I'm quite familiar with..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, Buddhism. I have been taught about Buddhism for my entire life as my parents are followers Buddhism. Based on my opinion, Buddhism is a way of life. Buddhism teaches you not to do bad things and urges you to do good things. Buddhism also teaches you about Karma (which I believe exist). Karma tells you what goes around comes around. Buddhism has filled most of my dog life and by far makes sense the most to me although I am blind about Buddhism (I don't really know which God I have to pray to, so most of the time I pray to Buddha or Kwan Im or just simply God?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other religion that makes sense to me is Christianity (Catholic and Protestant). I am quite familiar with this religion too, as I like some of the Christian songs and I did some research about Christianity. I don't really know the difference Catholic and Protestant, but I know they worship the same God which they call Jesus or Father or Lord (correct me if I'm wrong). As far as I am aware, the worshippers of this very religion relates nearly everything to their God (no flame intended), which one part of me really admire their worshipping spirit and the other part of me feeling rather weird. I myself knew about Christianity for not really long time. Maybe I've known it for 2 or 3 years only. I've been to both Catholic church and Protestant church, and so far I have a good impression on this religion. However, it is giving me a big headache when I am asked to differentiate Catholic and Protestant (as they have something in common to, such as their God). I don't know what the differences Catholic and Protestant have, besides the difference in the way they worship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am  sorry that I have to write about such sensitive things, but if I don't do so I won't be able to sleep soundly so I just took the easy way out and write about this religion thing :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not intend to bad mouth any religion here. I am just stating what I know. For me, every religion is teaching good things, it depends on the individual on how he/she acts. So.. peace :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-3459892247164663622?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/3459892247164663622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=3459892247164663622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/3459892247164663622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/3459892247164663622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/06/dawn-thoughts.html' title='dawn thoughts'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-7195923762558853487</id><published>2010-05-30T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T10:20:13.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from Medan to Medan</title><content type='html'>Been in Medan for 3 weeks now, and I haven't met nobody yet. nah, I've actually met some of my friends, but have yet to meet all of them.  Most of my senior highschool friends are busy doing their stuff, so the ones I usually meet are those who studied in SIM, like me. Most of the time I hang out these friends who studied in SIM. I don't say this with regret, I'm just trying to say that I would like to meet up with the others too. Some chit chat and making fun of how they look like now compared to when we were in highschool will be absolutely fun to do. So far the ones who have changed significantly is WC, asek and acib. Wc who transformed to a bigger guy (he gym regularly), asek who looked fatter after he stopped exercising and acib who became fatter too because I think he is in eating frenzy haha. by the way, looking at how Wc has changed motivates me to exercise, n yeah I actually exercised in Medan, amazing isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uh, I decided to go back to Singapore on June 16, next month. My little sister was a bit sad (I think she did look sad, I think hahah) when I told her I will be going back on the 16th. I kinda feel a bit bad about that, but uh I'm a bit bored in Medan frankly speaking. I did hang out with my friends, but there is nothing much I can do here. The internet connection here is as slow as a sick tortoise and most of friends are busy and those who studied abroad will just be coming back to Medan by July. Those are some of the reasons why I decided to book a ticket back to Singapore on June 16. You may say I should have stayed longer in Medan to gather with my family. But what I can say is that I'm not the type who brings up a talk, in fact I nearly never bring up a talk because I don't know what to say, so it doesn't really affect so much in the gathering thing. So if you see me trying to bring up a talk, please don't bother telling me it's a boring way to start a chat. at least I tried :D .. My father is just like me, he is not the type that likes to talk. So there isn't much I can chat with my dad. As to my mom, she have more to say. Usually my mom is the one who starts a talk with me, so it won't be a problem. Whilst to my sister, she is also the one who brings up a talk. She is one talkative kid, she really is. Most of the time she will ask me to play cards with her or she'll just talk about some random stuff that happened to her. btw, don't at any point in time you try to picture me playing dolls with my sister. don't ever do that, because I don't play dolls ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far through this boring holiday I actually enjoyed myself. It's always nice being back home you know, although I admit I miss SG badly. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;I think this is all I will write for now, considering that I am running out of things to write and that I feel that I kinda look funnny by blogging (my friend was shocked when I told him I blogged, although I don't blog that often. I still enjoy reading others blog rather than writing my own blog :D).&lt;br /&gt;by the way, I'll be receiving my results soon. please pray that I'll pass all my subjects..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;of all the things, there is one thing I am certain of..&lt;br /&gt;that time runs out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-7195923762558853487?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/7195923762558853487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-2657076540882062615</id><published>2010-05-08T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T00:26:35.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yiruma's river flows in you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8b829a11f1cedcf6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-2783624800550302980</id><published>2010-04-29T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:37:17.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of the Oldies - the Memorization of Alibi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are my friends from &lt;/span&gt;Alibi.&lt;br /&gt;We are former 3 science 3, the 45th generation of Sutomo 1 Medan.&lt;br /&gt;Alibi (2007/2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;the Memorization of Alibi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/SR67VRfKDHI/AAAAAAAAACY/YKU_-IpzkoA/s1600-h/DSC08489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/SR67VRfKDHI/AAAAAAAAACY/YKU_-IpzkoA/s320/DSC08489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268854588215790706" border="0" /&gt;Erfin 'cib'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wonder why we call him 'Erfin cib'??&lt;br /&gt;Before we call him 'Cib', he always calls himself 'erfin cute'. hahaa.. That 'cute' thing is kinda disgusting. So.. We looked for a new name for him. The one who first call him 'Erfin Cib' is Achet. That 'cib' just suits the erfin's name. Since that time, his name simply becomes 'Erfin cib'.&lt;br /&gt;In the third year, Cib used to sit with Wari. They sit at the back of Lingo and Susan. My God, you won't have any idea how talkative they are. (I am quiet. Not like them so talkative. :) Hahaha..)&lt;br /&gt;This cib guy is a funny one. I like to hear him tell a story, especially his ghost stories. Besides his stories are real stories, he is also good at making the story interesting so it is fun to listen to him telling a story. Hmm..maybe he should be a story teller instead of a private teacher? hahahaa..! XD&lt;br /&gt;He is one of our five drivers in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Medan&lt;/span&gt;. hahaa.. Just kiddin&lt;br /&gt;He is currently studying at USU and he is also teaching private lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/SZbl8Dms3cI/AAAAAAAAADk/Xe6T2IZU23Y/s1600-h/DSC08422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/SZbl8Dms3cI/AAAAAAAAADk/Xe6T2IZU23Y/s320/DSC08422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302678431197879746" border="0" /&gt;Suhendi 'asu'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem.. This picture here is taken by me when we were at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt; back there.&lt;br /&gt;His nickname 'asu' comes from his name Suhendi. Simple right?&lt;br /&gt;But.. In Indonesian 'asu' can also mean 'dog'. haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;His hometown is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tanjung Balai&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;He is one of our dota member. We played the whole two years together. Even now, sometimes we play dota via garena. Yeah.. We rarely play together becayse &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;'s internet connection is so damn bad that they can't even browse properly. lol..&lt;br /&gt;Asu is clever, but sometimes he is just so dumb. We often bully him though. Don't understand why and how it happened. But he is one of the object in the class to be bullied. XD&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes he asks stupid questions. :D&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Now he is studying in Monash at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/SZboZCkGZvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yf7QDAoE2YQ/s1600-h/P1010077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/SZboZCkGZvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yf7QDAoE2YQ/s320/P1010077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302681128157996786" border="0" /&gt;Boby 'abob' Hartanto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. This picture is again taken by meh! Hahaha..!&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who took most of the pictures when we were having our graduation farewell at KL.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm proud to be the one who took those these pictures! cheers :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;Bob is also one of our dota member. We got many dota teammates in our class. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;I shall say Bob is type of clever person. He has a good temper, and he is a funny one.&lt;br /&gt;We often bully him too. Haha.. But he is also a lazy person like me! Ehm.. Okay2, I know I'm lazier but it can't be help if I want to tease him right?&lt;br /&gt;Bob's hometown is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;binjai&lt;/span&gt;. Not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Medan&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Binjai  &lt;/span&gt;is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kampoeng&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Medan&lt;/span&gt; is a city! XD&lt;br /&gt;Currently he is studying at UMI in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Medan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/SZbs2WDeaFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_JV_EHq5JFM/s1600-h/P1010183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/SZbs2WDeaFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_JV_EHq5JFM/s320/P1010183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302686029652584530" border="0" /&gt;Richard 'achet' steven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. This is Achet taking a photo in a jacket he never bought! Abob bought it, not Achet. :D&lt;br /&gt;Some people say Achet talks too much and is cocky. Idk about that, but what I know is he is a good guy, if he thinks that you a good friend to him, you'll see that he is very kind to you.&lt;br /&gt;He is also funny. His jokes is so damn funny sometimes, even though sometimes his jokes are not funny at all..  =='&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;He is our class monitor in Alibi. A good leader as well as a bad decision maker.. :D&lt;br /&gt;If you ever see his writing, I'm pretty sure you can read all his words! His writing is my God..&lt;br /&gt;HORRIBLE.. His writing is near ilegible. xD&lt;br /&gt;Achet is now studying in Monash KL also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/SZb217eg42I/AAAAAAAAAEM/D8FoUY4gdAg/s1600-h/DSC08550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/SZb217eg42I/AAAAAAAAAEM/D8FoUY4gdAg/s320/DSC08550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302697017634513762" border="0" /&gt;Dennis 'penis' Wijaya &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Pen (ps. I am the 1st to call him Penis. haha.. penis = man's genital) first join our class in Alibi, he didn't play any internet games. But we pursued him to play dota with us. And now besides playing dota, he plays many online games. haha! we brought him to heaven! xD&lt;br /&gt;He use to sit beside me back in Alibi. But then he moved to sit with Aeng? or Aeng sat with me and then Apen switch seat with Aeng? I can't recall where he sat because what I remember is that Aeng sat with me and I also remember Apen sitting with me. haha..&lt;br /&gt;Now Apen is studying at Unpar (Universitas Parahyangan if I'm not mistaken) in Bandung. He lived at the same hostel with Kancil. The name of the road where they live is Cilembluit, if I'm not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/SfcMNPcppnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/c6sVbpBKOmE/s1600-h/dasek+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/SfcMNPcppnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/c6sVbpBKOmE/s320/dasek+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329742105640806002" border="0" /&gt;David 'asek' Salim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw Asek I thought he is a gangster type student. Take a look at him, you will agree with me too. haha..&lt;br /&gt;After quite a long time I found that this guy is friendly. But I never expect that he is rather crazy. He likes to do some stuff like punching people while saying 'hiat hiat zub zub' thing =='&lt;br /&gt;He also play dota like me. haha.. We love playing dota, cause we pawn people xD&lt;br /&gt;He is currently studying at USU (Universitas Sumatera Utara), and he is in the same class with Acib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ps. actually I wrote this 2 years ago, but then I'm rather lazy to continue writing. so here we are with the incomplete roster of my high school best friends ))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;thanks for touching my life and leaving your mark, friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-2783624800550302980?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/2783624800550302980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=2783624800550302980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/2783624800550302980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/2783624800550302980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2008/11/memories-of-oldies-memorization-of.html' title='Memories of the Oldies - the Memorization of Alibi'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/SR67VRfKDHI/AAAAAAAAACY/YKU_-IpzkoA/s72-c/DSC08489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-7420350568194692910</id><published>2010-04-28T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:11:22.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep</title><content type='html'>when I was a kid, I hate sleeping very much. every time my mom asked me to sleep, I never fail to grumble. now, if you ask me to sleep, I will gladly do it.  but too sad I don't have so much time to sleep, especially these few days. sleep becomes very precious especially during exam period. man, I wish I we have 48 hours a day so that I can sleep longer :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;The feeling of sleepiness when you are not in bed, and can't get there, is the meanest feeling in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-7420350568194692910?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/7420350568194692910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=7420350568194692910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7420350568194692910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7420350568194692910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/04/sleep.html' title='sleep'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-5824862759291407292</id><published>2010-04-28T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:11:49.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah, right</title><content type='html'>yeah, I successfully screwed my business statistics test -.-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just can't seem to get out this slump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-5824862759291407292?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/5824862759291407292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=5824862759291407292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5824862759291407292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5824862759291407292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/04/yeah-right_28.html' title='yeah, right'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-641984550747925941</id><published>2010-04-19T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T06:02:26.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey girls, read this with ur eyes wide open :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1. Guys don't actually look after good-looking girls. They prefer neat and presentable girls.&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys love flirts.&lt;br /&gt;3. A guy can like you for a minute, and then forget you afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;4. When a guy says he doesn't understand you, it simply means you're not thinking the way he is.&lt;br /&gt;5. "Are you doing something?" or "Have you eaten already?" are the first usual questions a guy asks on the phone just to get out from stammering.&lt;br /&gt;6. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;7. When a guy really likes you, he'll disregard all your bad characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;8. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;br /&gt;9. Guys will do anything just to get the girl's attention.&lt;br /&gt;10. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;11. When guys want to meet your parents. Let them.&lt;br /&gt;12. Guys want to tell you many things but they can't. And they sure have one habit to gain courage and spirit to tell you many things and it is drinking!&lt;br /&gt;13. Guys cry!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;14. Don't provoke the guy to heat up. Believe me. He will.&lt;br /&gt;15. Guys can never dream and hope too much.&lt;br /&gt;16. Guys usually try hard to get the girl who has dumped them, and this makes it harder for them to accept their defeat.&lt;br /&gt;17. When you touch a guy's heart, there's no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;18. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...never mind!" would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;19. Guys go crazy when girls touch their hands.&lt;br /&gt;20. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;br /&gt;21. When a guy makes a prolonged "umm" or makes any excuses when you're asking him to do you a favor, he's actually saying that he doesn't like you and he can't lay down the card for you.&lt;br /&gt;22. When a girl says "no", a guy hears it as "try again tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;23. You have to tell a guy what you really want before he gets the message clearly.&lt;br /&gt;24. Guys hate gays!&lt;br /&gt;25. Guys love their moms.&lt;br /&gt;26. A guy would sacrifice his money for lunch just to get you a couple of roses.&lt;br /&gt;27. A guy often thinks about the girl who likes him. But this doesn't mean that the guy likes her.&lt;br /&gt;28. You can never understand him unless you listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;29. If a guy tells you he loves you once in a lifetime. He does.&lt;br /&gt;30. Beware. Guys can make gossips scatter through half of the face of the earth faster than girls can.&lt;br /&gt;31. Like Eve, girls are guys EUR™ weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;32. Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;33. It's good to test a guy first before you believe him. But don't let him wait that long.&lt;br /&gt;34. No guy is bad when he is courting.&lt;br /&gt;35. Guys hate it when their clothes get dirty. Even a small dot.&lt;br /&gt;36. Guys really admire girls that they like even if they're not that much pretty.&lt;br /&gt;37. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;38. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;br /&gt;39. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;40. A guy finds ways to keep you off from linking with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;41. Guys love girls with brains more than girls in miniskirts.&lt;br /&gt;42. Guys try to find the stuffed toy a girl wants but would unluckily get the wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;43. Guys virtually brag about anything.&lt;br /&gt;44. Guys cannot keep secrets that girls tell them.&lt;br /&gt;45. Guys think too much.&lt;br /&gt;46. Guys' fantasies are unlimited.&lt;br /&gt;47. Girls' height doesn't really matter to a guy but her weight does!&lt;br /&gt;48. Guys tend to get serious with their relationship and become too possessive. So watch out girls!!&lt;br /&gt;49. When a girl makes the boy suffer during courtship, it would be hard for him to let go of that girl.&lt;br /&gt;50. It's not easy for a guy to let go of his girlfriend after they broke up especially when they've been together for 3 years or more.&lt;br /&gt;51. You have to tell a guy what you really want before getting involved with that guy.&lt;br /&gt;52. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he's too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won't be matured and grow up.&lt;br /&gt;53. When an unlikable circumstance comes, guys blame themselves a lot more than girls do. They could even hurt themselves physically.&lt;br /&gt;54. Guys have strong passion to change but have weak will power.&lt;br /&gt;55. Guys are tigers in their peer groups but become tamed pussycats with their girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;56. When a guy pretends to be calm, check if he's sweating. You'll probably see that he is nervous.&lt;br /&gt;57. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl. He really is.&lt;br /&gt;58. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."&lt;br /&gt;59. Guys don't really have final decisions.&lt;br /&gt;60. When a guy loves you, bring out the best in him.&lt;br /&gt;61. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;62. If a guy has been kept shut or silent, say something.&lt;br /&gt;63. Guys believe that there's no such thing as love at first sight, but court the girls anyway and then realize at the end that he is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;64. Guys like femininity not feebleness.&lt;br /&gt;65. Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;br /&gt;66. A guy may instantly know if the girl likes him but can never be sure unless the girl tells him.&lt;br /&gt;67. A guy would waste his time over video games and basketball, the way a girl would do over her romance novels and make-ups.&lt;br /&gt;68. Guys love girls who can cook or bake.&lt;br /&gt;69. Guys like girls who are like their moms. No kidding!&lt;br /&gt;70. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;71. A guy's friend knows everything about him. Use this to your advantage.&lt;br /&gt;72. Don't be a snob. Guys may easily give up on the first sign of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;73. Don't be biased. Try loving a guy without prejudice and you'll be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;74. Girls who bathe in their eau de perfumes do more repelling than attracting guys.&lt;br /&gt;75. Guys are more talkative than girls are especially when the topic is about girls.&lt;br /&gt;76. Guys don't comprehend the statement "Get lost" too well.&lt;br /&gt;77. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions but still love them more.&lt;br /&gt;78. When a guy gives a crooked or pretentious grin at your jokes, he finds them offending and he just tried to be polite.&lt;br /&gt;79. Guys don't care about how shiny their shoes are unlike girls.&lt;br /&gt;80. Guys tend to generalize about girls but once they get to know them, they'll realize they're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;81. Any guy can handle his problems all by his own. He's just too stubborn to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;82. Guys find it so objectionable when a girl swears.&lt;br /&gt;83. Guys' weakest point is at the knee.&lt;br /&gt;84. When a problem arises, a guy usually keeps himself cool but is already thinking of a way out.&lt;br /&gt;85. When a guy is conscious of his looks, it shows he is not good at fixing things.&lt;br /&gt;86. When a guy looks at you, either he's amazed of you or he's criticizing you.&lt;br /&gt;87. When you catch him cheating on you and he asks for a second chance, give it to him. But when you catch him again and he asks for another chance, ignore him.&lt;br /&gt;88. If a guy lets you go, he really loves you.&lt;br /&gt;89. If you have a boyfriend, and your boy best friend always glances at you and it obviously shows that he is jealous whenever you're with your boyfriend, all I can say is your boy best friend loves you more than your boyfriend does.&lt;br /&gt;90. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;br /&gt;91. You can tell if a guy is really hurt or in pain when he cries in front of you!&lt;br /&gt;92. If a guy suddenly asks you for a date, ask him first why.&lt;br /&gt;93. When a guy says he can't sleep if he doesn't hear your voice even just for one night, hang up. He also tells that to another girl. He only flatters you and sometimes makes fun of you.&lt;br /&gt;94. You can truly say that a guy has good intentions if you see him praying sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;95. Guys seek for advice not from a guy but from a girl.&lt;br /&gt;96. Girls are allowed to touch boys' things. Not their hair!&lt;br /&gt;97. If a guy says you're beautiful, that guy likes you.&lt;br /&gt;98. Guys hate girls who overreact.&lt;br /&gt;99. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;quite true hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;when life knocks you on your knees, you're in the perfect postion to pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-641984550747925941?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/641984550747925941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=641984550747925941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/641984550747925941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/641984550747925941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-girls-read-this-with-ur-eyes-wide.html' title='hey girls, read this with ur eyes wide open :D'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-4304504008246488256</id><published>2010-03-08T05:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T07:02:58.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paramore concert</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday I went to watch Paramore's concert!! it's superb! I went with Johan to the concert. He is also a big fan of Paramore :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the crowd is so wild n crazy it makes the concert even more interesting, not forgetting there is lovely Hayley singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The opening band for the concert is some local band called Monochrome if I'm not mistaken. the songs they deliver is not bad, but people are not really paying attention to them. it is rather obvious that people will ignore them becos we went to the concert to watch Paramore not other bands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after an hour, Paramore finally show up. the crowd directly went crazy when the band show up. it's like.. &lt;b&gt;BOOM!&lt;/b&gt; and there the crowd goes wild!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the opening song is Ignorance. the crowd went extremely wild when they deliver their That's What You Get, Crushcrushcrush, Decode, and Brick By Boring Brick. they ended the concert after delivering Brick By Boring Brick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hayley promised Paramore will come again in the future, although she didn't mention exactly when. She also said that the band had decided that Singapore is the loudest crowd they have ever had, n that she regretted not coming to Singapore earlier. Man, I regretted buying the ticket too late too. If not I might be able to get the standing pen ticket n might be able to see Hayley just few metres away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the concert we waited for Paramore at the backstage. we waited for Paramore to come out for more than 1 hour, but then we were informed by the securities that Paramore has left the building n there is no point for us to wait. but as a big fan u won't be taking what the securities say easily right? they might be lying or might be not, u don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, although I am not able to see Hayley in person, I am overall satisfied n happy I came to the concert. n I will be waiting for their upcoming concert in Singapore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;God knows the world doesn't need another band but Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-4304504008246488256?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/4304504008246488256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=4304504008246488256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/4304504008246488256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/4304504008246488256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/03/paramore-concert.html' title='paramore concert'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-7928843641927059839</id><published>2010-03-02T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:39:01.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>later, december</title><content type='html'>you are my december, I'm losing it. there you go my december, please be happy for me. you are for yourself now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- melia 'dumpling' legawaputri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;old enough to know better, but too young to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-7928843641927059839?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/7928843641927059839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=7928843641927059839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7928843641927059839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7928843641927059839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/03/later-december.html' title='later, december'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-4541557066774139673</id><published>2010-02-14T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T04:53:01.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my favourites..</title><content type='html'>Meat: chicken&lt;br /&gt;Vegetable: seaweed&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream: conello&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate: any kind&lt;br /&gt;Food: fried rice, steak, satay&lt;br /&gt;Game: dota&lt;br /&gt;Singer: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;BoA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs: western songs&lt;br /&gt;Scenery: sunset, sunrise, mountain view&lt;br /&gt;Website: kaskus, fb, mymym, dota.sgamer&lt;br /&gt;Anime: Spirited Away&lt;div&gt;quote: &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I may run and hide, but I don't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well when I'm writing this blog, I have nothing to do cos there is blackout AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Happy CNY everyone :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-4541557066774139673?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/4541557066774139673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=4541557066774139673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/4541557066774139673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/4541557066774139673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-favourites.html' title='my favourites..'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-1819562918665882647</id><published>2010-02-10T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T19:37:30.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo.. I suddenly feel the urge to post sth after being lazy :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this story from Medan. Yeah, from Medan.&lt;br /&gt;I really had a good time in Medan. I spent my days with my friends, either hanging out or just go to lan shop to play dota. At night I usually play dota with my long time friend, Nixon, while I usually spent my day with my Alibi friends.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had some chit chat with my father about future, about works, about how tough it is to earn money. After chit-chating with him I feel like my time is near. It will be very soon before I have to support myself. I felt it is quite interesting to earn my own money but in the other hand I feel that the clock is ticking too fast n I still wanna enjoy my teenage life.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I will meet up with my primary school friends again, yes we are having a reunion. N I'm really looking forwards to meeting my long time friends again.&lt;br /&gt;Because of this reunion thing, I accidentally thought about my past, about how I treated people, how bad tempered I am, how bad I am, n I kinda regret that. I myself can't understand why I'd do such bad things to other people (beating michele up with ruler, punching girls, bad mouthing, being very bad tempered, etc). But there is nothing I can do to change the past n I'm proud of who I am now. I might not be a smart guy, nor am I a good guy, but I know I have grown up now n now I know how to think. I mean thinking about other people's feeling, to be concerned about other people, etc.&lt;br /&gt;If before I would like to go back to the past, now I will re-think about going back to the past. Because who I am now is the result of my past n I don't regret for being who I am now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-1819562918665882647?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/1819562918665882647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=1819562918665882647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/1819562918665882647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/1819562918665882647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/02/woo.html' title=''/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-2596184318062228560</id><published>2010-01-31T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:02:00.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring</title><content type='html'>these few days I feel so bored. idk why, just simply bored bored n bored.&lt;div&gt;I don't have the spirit to do anything, not even playing dota (I think).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway I will be going back to my home country for about 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully I won't be bored there cos my friends are there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;people who deserve nothing are handed everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-2596184318062228560?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/2596184318062228560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=2596184318062228560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/2596184318062228560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/2596184318062228560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/01/boring.html' title='boring'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-8347640740491076352</id><published>2010-01-30T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:33:20.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 resolution</title><content type='html'>1. get thinner&lt;div&gt;2. study more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. change my attitude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Why is it that every time things seems to be going well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;something just HAS to happen to f it all up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-8347640740491076352?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/8347640740491076352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=8347640740491076352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/8347640740491076352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/8347640740491076352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-resolution.html' title='2010 resolution'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-6154642595029060260</id><published>2010-01-04T20:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T04:15:22.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>East Coast 3 Dec 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/S0LBLypY_8I/AAAAAAAAALI/6ZYTp3q5msw/s1600-h/IMG_6601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/S0LAL0tlUCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/fFt_Ryk07vs/s320/IMG_6484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423108210668425250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/S0K_2dL953I/AAAAAAAAAKg/58riTUY6Ckk/s1600-h/IMG_6492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/S0K_2dL953I/AAAAAAAAAKg/58riTUY6Ckk/s320/IMG_6492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423107843576162162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/S0K_h8tiFSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4B4Y9KMKRXE/s1600-h/IMG_6652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/S0K_h8tiFSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4B4Y9KMKRXE/s320/IMG_6652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423107491261191458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/S0K_GLWX1cI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-Yf1Rqa-_Ew/s1600-h/IMG_6526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/S0K_GLWX1cI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-Yf1Rqa-_Ew/s320/IMG_6526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423107014154245570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/S0K-n2drCbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Msse4nmIUys/s1600-h/IMG_6191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/S0K-n2drCbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Msse4nmIUys/s320/IMG_6191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423106493151644082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="quote"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;As I look through these pictures,&lt;br /&gt;I finally realized how times can fly by.&lt;br /&gt;I can plan for the future, but I can't change the past.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish some of the moments I have had would last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-6154642595029060260?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/6154642595029060260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=6154642595029060260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6154642595029060260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6154642595029060260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2010/01/east-coast-3-dec-2009.html' title='East Coast 3 Dec 2009'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/S0LBLypY_8I/AAAAAAAAALI/6ZYTp3q5msw/s72-c/IMG_6601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-3317569133351225141</id><published>2009-12-25T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T08:40:16.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 December 2009</title><content type='html'>Today I ate buffet at JW Marriot hotel.&lt;br /&gt;I went there to have dinner with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I, Jho, Su, Cib, Pen, Cet, Mus, Japar, Bob, Sek, n Wilbert ate like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;We tried every dish available there.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the food taste good, but bcos of that we have to suffer the after effect of eating too much.&lt;br /&gt;All of us felt like vomitting after our dinner. I don't know why but every time I open my mouth, I feel like vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;Bcos of this know I know how pregnant mothers feel :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-3317569133351225141?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/3317569133351225141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=3317569133351225141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/3317569133351225141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/3317569133351225141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2009/12/25-december-2009.html' title='25 December 2009'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-7341425624359209746</id><published>2009-12-04T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T04:15:52.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>East Coast 3 Dec 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, yesterday I went to East Coast chalet to have a bbq with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I, Iyan, Cakra, James, Bryan, Seng kee, Didat, Melisa n Danielle were the ones going there. Didat, Melisa n Danielle didn't  stay overnight at the chalet so it is only us the boys who stay overnight.&lt;br /&gt;The chalet is 'a little' bit dirty. Under the bed we found many tissues n even girls pampers (okay I don't know how to call it). Imagine how dirty it was. Moreover there are quite many cockroaches around the chalet which makes it even dirtier.&lt;br /&gt;We (the boys) spent our whole night eating, talking, playing n watching tv. We also when for a stroll at around 2 or 3 pm. We found many many holes on the beach, the hole looks like it was dug by a tortoise or crab.&lt;br /&gt;While we stroll, we found some dead crabs n a live crab. I don't know it is so much fun to stroll at dawn. Besides windy, we can listen to the current's sound, also it is very quite.&lt;br /&gt;After returning from strolling, we decided to play card games. I, Iyan, Sengkee, n Bryan played for few hours, then Iyan quit n James substitute him. Bryan decided that the winner of the poker will get Cakra. LOL&lt;br /&gt;While we were playing, Bryan did many 'crazy stuffs' to Cakra. haha..&lt;br /&gt;After we finished playing, I, Iyan, James n Sengkee decided to wait for the sun to rise. So we all went to the beach while Cakra n Bryan sleep 'together'. :p&lt;br /&gt;The sunrise is very beautiful. let me assure u. I took some photographs of the sun rising n some picture of me n Iyan. Most of the photographs are taken with Iyan's camera, I only use my handphone to take camera because I wanted to record the beautiful scenery myself.&lt;br /&gt;We waited from 5.15 to 6.20 before we can see the sun. haha..&lt;br /&gt;After taking photographs of the sun rising, we decided to walk a bit further to look for hawker center because we were all starving already.&lt;br /&gt;We walked for about 30 minutes but when we arrived none of the stalls is open. :s&lt;br /&gt;As there is no stall open, we then decided to head back to the chalet n have a rest. The moment I entered the chalet, I go straight to have my feet washed n then directly go to the bedroom to sleep. When I went to sleep it is already 8 am plus.&lt;br /&gt;Few hours later we checked out from the chalet n have some chit chat before we go back home. It was raining heavily when we wanted to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;sometimes you just have to hold your head up high, blink away the tears and say goodbye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-7341425624359209746?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/7341425624359209746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=7341425624359209746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7341425624359209746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7341425624359209746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2009/12/east-coast-3-dec-09.html' title='East Coast 3 Dec 09'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-5267105591416491192</id><published>2009-11-28T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T04:16:07.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down, probably will. You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others' hearts. You'll fight with your best friend or maybe even fall in love with them, and you'll cry because time is flying by. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, forgive freely, and love like you've never been hurt. Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances. you just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone's hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up, stay up late, be a flirt, and smile until your face hurts. Don't be afraid to take chances or fall in love and most of all, live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="quote"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I always knew looking back on the tears would make me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;but I never knew looking back on the laughs would make me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-5267105591416491192?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/5267105591416491192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=5267105591416491192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5267105591416491192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5267105591416491192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-we-grow-up-we-learn-that-even-one.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-5114205713263149175</id><published>2009-11-19T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:13:55.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of the era</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have come very near to an end of an era.. DMS era.. (I dramatized the words with the words which is often use  online games LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my good buddies who have made my days in Singapore..&lt;br /&gt;I won't name anyone, u guys know who I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Every single one of u have made my day in Singapore, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would not have such a comfortable friendship again after my high school period, but I was indeed wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shared the goods n the bads together.&lt;br /&gt;every drama, every arguments helps made everything colorful too. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good bye n good luck buddies..&lt;br /&gt;boys n girls we shall meet again someday&lt;br /&gt;ahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt;yesterday brought the beginning, tomorrow brings the end,&lt;br /&gt;and somewhere in the middle we became the best of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-5114205713263149175?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/5114205713263149175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=5114205713263149175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5114205713263149175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5114205713263149175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2009/11/end-of-era.html' title='end of the era'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-9040795146635369774</id><published>2009-10-24T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T19:57:03.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God lyrics (song by Avenged Sevenfold)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lonely road, crossed another cold state line&lt;br /&gt;Miles away from those I love purpose hard to find&lt;br /&gt;While I recall all the words you spoke to me&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but wish that I was there&lt;br /&gt;Back where I'd love to be, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God the only thing I ask of you is&lt;br /&gt;to hold her when I'm not around,&lt;br /&gt;when I'm much too far away&lt;br /&gt;We all need that person who can be true to you&lt;br /&gt;But I left her when I found her&lt;br /&gt;And now I wish I'd stayed&lt;br /&gt;’Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you again oh no&lt;br /&gt;Once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing here for me on this barren road&lt;br /&gt;There's no one here while the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;and all the shops are closed&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but think of the times I've had with you&lt;br /&gt;Pictures and some memories will have to help me through, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God the only thing I ask of you is&lt;br /&gt;to hold her when I'm not around,&lt;br /&gt;when I'm much too far away&lt;br /&gt;We all need that person who can be true to you&lt;br /&gt;I left her when I found her&lt;br /&gt;And now I wish I'd stayed&lt;br /&gt;’Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you again oh no&lt;br /&gt;Once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some search, never finding a way&lt;br /&gt;Before long, they waste away&lt;br /&gt;I found you, something told me to stay&lt;br /&gt;I gave in, to selfish ways&lt;br /&gt;And how I miss someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;when hope begins to fade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lonely road, crossed another cold state line&lt;br /&gt;Miles away from those I love purpose hard to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God the only thing I ask of you is&lt;br /&gt;to hold her when I'm not around,&lt;br /&gt;when I'm much too far away&lt;br /&gt;We all need the person who can be true to you&lt;br /&gt;I left her when I found her&lt;br /&gt;And now I wish I'd stayed&lt;br /&gt;’Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you again oh no&lt;br /&gt;Once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;I dont know how I'm going to feel tomorrow but today it's obvious that you're an angel to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-9040795146635369774?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/9040795146635369774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=9040795146635369774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/9040795146635369774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/9040795146635369774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-god-lyrics-song-by-avenged.html' title='Dear God lyrics (song by Avenged Sevenfold)'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-6226960133223716168</id><published>2009-10-18T20:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:41:08.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 2009 outings pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/StvfUEEM2wI/AAAAAAAAAJY/vb3LKllrs60/s1600-h/9732_172166622248_732387248_2708085_2351184_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/StvfUEEM2wI/AAAAAAAAAJY/vb3LKllrs60/s320/9732_172166622248_732387248_2708085_2351184_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394150514488040194" border="0" /&gt;'not a surprise' mel's 19 bday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/StvfLDYsucI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wAmCgHyHGzE/s1600-h/10430_163430904888_821209888_2485096_3423338_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/StvfLDYsucI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wAmCgHyHGzE/s320/10430_163430904888_821209888_2485096_3423338_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394150359686756802" border="0" /&gt;wounded winged butterfly ROFL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/StvfEdNGBmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-BN1FMIRQ6Y/s1600-h/10430_163430889888_821209888_2485094_7554399_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/StvfEdNGBmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-BN1FMIRQ6Y/s320/10430_163430889888_821209888_2485094_7554399_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394150246358320738" border="0" /&gt;after dining at MakanSutra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/Stve05HzWuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/awZsJ4otHeE/s1600-h/10133_1216140374039_1544734761_554810_5809332_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/Stve05HzWuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/awZsJ4otHeE/s320/10133_1216140374039_1544734761_554810_5809332_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394149978974411490" border="0" /&gt;SIM canteen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/StverS75UVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5OEay-1_7vI/s1600-h/10124_167087334888_821209888_2513718_6564423_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/StverS75UVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5OEay-1_7vI/s320/10124_167087334888_821209888_2513718_6564423_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394149814105100626" border="0" /&gt;mel 19 bday surprise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/StveXgWLbKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lP3tCHL4wrg/s1600-h/9721_151877514083_794949083_2584315_7046163_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/StveXgWLbKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lP3tCHL4wrg/s320/9721_151877514083_794949083_2584315_7046163_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394149474107616418" border="0" /&gt;cakra me michele ss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/StveMJWcX7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/6EtUa9_QuzI/s1600-h/7732_155887738352_546323352_2579571_4163757_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/StveMJWcX7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/6EtUa9_QuzI/s320/7732_155887738352_546323352_2579571_4163757_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394149278956150706" border="0" /&gt;Alibi outings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;i don't know which way it's gonna go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-6226960133223716168?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/6226960133223716168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=6226960133223716168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6226960133223716168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6226960133223716168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-2009-outings-pics.html' title='October 2009 outings pics'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/StvfUEEM2wI/AAAAAAAAAJY/vb3LKllrs60/s72-c/9732_172166622248_732387248_2708085_2351184_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-2714717104734727242</id><published>2009-09-27T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T09:51:13.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh god..</title><content type='html'>today.. I've just realized the heater in my house is not merely for decoration purpose.&lt;br /&gt;for nearly 3 months I've always taken a bath in cold water. but I never bothered asking about the 'decoration' though. cos I always thought that everyone else bath in cold water, so why should I bother asking. I've alwyas been thinking.. oh god, what is this god damn heater for?? no matter how high or low I set the temperature, the water is still cold. argh.. fked up heater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today at midnight when I was going to take a bath, I just turn on the light. so my sister asked me if I'm not using the heater, then I just realized there is a power switch for the heater. n I just can't stop thinking how stupid I am to have bath in cold water in the morning/midnight for nearly 3 months. can u just imagine it? I thought everyone bath in cold water too so it does not really matter if I bath in cold water too. but when I knew the heater is not only a decoration, I then feel so stupid. oh LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:webdings;" &gt;♥ Mari Horikita ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-2714717104734727242?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/2714717104734727242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=2714717104734727242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/2714717104734727242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/2714717104734727242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-god.html' title='oh god..'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-949904492624424817</id><published>2009-09-06T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T09:01:30.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5th of Septermber.. 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This will be a night I will never forget in my entire life x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:webdings;" id="profile_status" &gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;I am very conscious that I am not conscious at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span id="status_time"&gt;&lt;span id="status_time_inner"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-949904492624424817?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/949904492624424817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=949904492624424817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/949904492624424817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/949904492624424817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2009/09/5th-of-septermber-2009.html' title='5th of Septermber.. 2009'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-6961428743869492162</id><published>2009-08-02T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T06:18:17.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jumping shrimp</title><content type='html'>OMG.. just now I, cakra, mike n jo went to eat steamboat buffet at novena. I've forgotten the name of the restaurant but it is just beside Wee Nam Kee. It costs $25/person.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I stepped in the restaurant.. OMG, the air is so polluted by the smell of raw meat n seafood. The smell is really awful.&lt;br /&gt;I ate a lot there, because it is such a waste of money if I don't eat as much as possible. haha..&lt;br /&gt;After 1 hour in the restaurant, they ordered shrimps and crabs. My God, the shrimps n crabs are terribly disgusting. Especially the shrimp. The restaurant offered live shrimp for us. The shrimp can even jump. =='&lt;br /&gt;At first I didn't know the shrimp is alive. n suddenly when I am looking at the shrimp, it jumped n gave me a shock. crap!&lt;br /&gt;n mike also scared me with the shrimp. =='&lt;br /&gt;he threw sth to me when I was looking at the food. I jumped back n shouted because of it. =_='&lt;br /&gt;haihh.. then the people sitting beside us laugh when they see me.&lt;br /&gt;well, I think next time I won't follow my friends to seafood restaurant anymore. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;just trust yourself, then you will know how to live..&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-6961428743869492162?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/6961428743869492162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=6961428743869492162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6961428743869492162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/6961428743869492162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2009/08/jumping-shrimp.html' title='jumping shrimp'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-9020384470823950803</id><published>2009-08-01T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:07:00.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random notes</title><content type='html'>My grandma, grandpa, mother, father, sisters, families, and friends.. these are the people who have shared a part of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma is a very very very kind person. Mb u'll never find anyone as kind as her. she's always so kind to everybody. she used to babysit me when I was small, because my mother and father went to work. last year when i went to jakarta to visit my friends, my mother told me to visit my grandma as well since i will be going to jakarta. when i arrived at jakarta, i n my friends went to the address my mother gave me (my mother said i n my friends can stay at grandma's n auntie's house so we can save the living cost). but when i arrived at the address, my other auntie told me that i went to the wrong address n my grandma's house is on the opposite part of jakarta (e.g, we went to east of jakarta, but my grandma's house is at the west of jakarta). since it is too far away, i then called my auntie n explained to her the situation n told her that my friends were lazy to go to my grandma's house already n we decided to stay at a hotel near kelapa gading. my auntie insisted me to stay with her n told me to accompany my grandma. n i refused.. 2 or 3 days before going back to medan, my auntie again called me n asked me to stay with my grandma. this time i can't afford to reject her intention. at last i then stayed with my grandma before i went back to medan with my friends. now i also regretted about this. i should've stayed for a longer time at my grandma's house. she took care of me since i was very small n i didn't want to stay with her just because i am with my friends. i always feel that i am a bad person for this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My late grandpa too is a very good person. though he's a bit harsh, but he is a kind person. i remembered the day he was angry to me because i ate so slowly, and he scolded me for eating so slowly. i always regretted why should i reply him so angrily. he was just trying to ask me to eat faster because my grandma wanted to keep the dishes. and i always remember that 4 days before my grandpa passed away, he was sent to hospital because he fell down. and i never have the chance to see him or talk to him until he passed away. and after all what i can do is just look at the coffin where he lies in deep regret..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always known i should've never been that bad. n i always regretted the way i've treated everyone. but regret is the only thing i can do.&lt;br /&gt;i never change, even though i know i've did so many mistakes. it is not as simple as changing a black colored paper to white colored one. it always take me very long time to let me understand that i've done bad things (when my memories flashed through my head, then i just keep thinking of it n regret). and as my life goes, i keep on making more n more regrets. but what's done is done. i can change nothing, but hopefully i wont make anymore regrets. i knew that i am bad tempered. n i don't like to be scolded if i did nothing wrong. this is one thing i hate very very much. now, i am trying to be a better person. try controlling my temper, just keep calm even though i am scolded for nothing. buy eventually i am just a normal human being. sometimes i can lose my temper without being able to control it. but again, i am hoping i won't lose control on my temper. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooo.. i felt so relieved after i wrote this down. i tried to sleep but i can't. so i decided to write this down n then just try to sleep again. xD&lt;br /&gt;well, gd nite haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-9020384470823950803?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/9020384470823950803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=9020384470823950803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/9020384470823950803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/9020384470823950803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-notes.html' title='random notes'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-5597214438897083578</id><published>2009-08-01T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:48:35.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 ducks to JB</title><content type='html'>Today I went to JB (Johor Baru) with Mike, Jo and Cakra.&lt;br /&gt;They planned on going to JB yesterday afternoon, and in the morning they called me to ask if I would like to join them to JB.&lt;br /&gt;After our class, we discussed on our project and waited for Mike to scan sth for his brother before we go to JB.&lt;br /&gt;At exactly 2 o'clock we started our 'journey' to JB. At that time we expected to arrive at JB by 3 o'clock. But eventually after we passed the immigration of Malaysia it was already nearly 5 o'clock and we haven't had our lunch!&lt;br /&gt;Starving, we decided to eat at Marry Fried Chicken (I've forgotten the exact name of the restaurant, but it is nearly the same as KFC).&lt;br /&gt;After eating we went hunting for hours until 9 o'clock. I got myself a water bottle, 1 polo shirt, 1 shirt, 1 belt, and I also went to have my haircut. The water bottle costs RM20, the polo shirt and shirt cost RM60, belt for RM60, and haircut for RM30.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to have our dinner at Roaster. We ordered set meal which costs RM24/person. The chicken is delicious, you should try them! xD&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. I spent RM240 in total, $100 if u convert it into SGD. In Singapore, u can't buy anything with $100, but in Malaysia it is a nice sum of money to spent.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am very tired now but it really was a nice day. We had a lot of fun there. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:webdings;" &gt;We can't forget the fun we've had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:webdings;" &gt;Laughing til our faces turn blue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:webdings;" &gt;Talking about the things only we find funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:webdings;" &gt;People think we are insane..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:webdings;" &gt;But that's what we call friendship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-5597214438897083578?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/5597214438897083578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=5597214438897083578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5597214438897083578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5597214438897083578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2009/08/johor-baru.html' title='4 ducks to JB'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-4197729632773697040</id><published>2009-07-26T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:44:22.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friends friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's the times we're so crazy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that people think we're high..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's the times we laugh so hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;we can't help but cry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's all the inside jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the "remember whens"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;those are all the reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that we're best friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="quote"&gt;Speaking a quote is easy, but doing that quote is the hard part.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-4197729632773697040?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/4197729632773697040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=4197729632773697040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/4197729632773697040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/4197729632773697040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends-friends.html' title='friends friends'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-7700515992418101311</id><published>2009-07-10T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:51:49.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>razer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, I bought a mouse and mousepad :D&lt;br /&gt;Both of them cost me S$120, S$100 for the mouse and the S$20 for the mousepad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the mouse. It's called Razer Copperhead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/SlfRvGhz5pI/AAAAAAAAAGw/LJ5YTDmDbKw/s1600-h/Picture0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/SlfRvGhz5pI/AAAAAAAAAGw/LJ5YTDmDbKw/s320/Picture0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356980888916977298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the mousepad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/SlfSbvxAqFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xkAXK3fLXdM/s1600-h/Picture0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/SlfSbvxAqFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xkAXK3fLXdM/s320/Picture0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356981655900825682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wanted to buy Razer Lachesis for the mouse, but it is not available and I just can't wait any longer to get my hands on the Razer so I then decided to get this Copperhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I've learned that things change, people change, and it doesn't mean you forget the past or try to cover it up. It simply means that you move on and treasure the memories. Letting go doesn't mean giving up... it means accepting that some things weren't meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;-Lisa Brooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-7700515992418101311?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/7700515992418101311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=7700515992418101311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7700515992418101311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/7700515992418101311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2009/07/razer.html' title='razer'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/SlfRvGhz5pI/AAAAAAAAAGw/LJ5YTDmDbKw/s72-c/Picture0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-8450283329076589130</id><published>2009-06-30T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:06:28.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well oh well.. Here comes the time I should leave my lame country and go back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;I am quite confused whether I should be happy or sad. haha..&lt;br /&gt;I spent my holiday by going out nearly everyday n night. xD&lt;br /&gt;In medan, I usually wake up at 10 and after that I usually go out with my friends at 12. In a week, I usually stay at home for half a day or 1 day, and the I spent the rest of the days spending out with my friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my holiday in Medan so much. I went to karaoke, went to Hillpark (sth similar to Genting Highland), had a bbq, went out with my friends, going to internet cafe, etc..&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I will be going back to Singapore.. So, welcome the return of Jurong, Singapore. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" class="quote" &gt;Never give up on something that you can't go a day without thinking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-8450283329076589130?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/8450283329076589130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=8450283329076589130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/8450283329076589130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/8450283329076589130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=':))'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-260758695390734656</id><published>2009-06-13T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T06:10:16.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sickness combo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today my father celebrates his 56th birtday :)&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, I am sick today. Even playing dota with my friends don't help me recover from my sickness. (read: I had fever, diarrhea, influenza, cough a bit, my body feels hot and sometimes cold). I rarely fall sick, but once I am sick, it is very torturing. T_T&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am sick because I slept at 4am yesterday, and woke up at 10 in the morning. my bad because I watched the movies I downloaded. :D&lt;br /&gt;My friends went to Sun Plaza after we played dota together. I can join them cause I don't feel good. After they went to Sun Plaza, they came to Suasa to eat fried rice. and they asked me to join them, but still I can't. I am afraid my diarrhea relapse when I am with my friends. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JURONG%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JURONG%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;He who praises everybody, praises nobody.&lt;br /&gt;-Samuel Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JURONG%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JURONG%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-260758695390734656?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/260758695390734656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=260758695390734656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/260758695390734656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/260758695390734656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2009/06/sickness-combo.html' title='sickness combo'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-3626836253340525079</id><published>2009-06-04T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:49:02.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeeeeeeee..!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah.. yeah.. yeah..&lt;br /&gt;My exam is over now. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;I am free like the stars in the sky :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the photos where I went out with my friends to celebrate the last day of our exam xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/SifdEYJyRSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MoAy3ftqX40/s1600-h/sem+3+after+exam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/SifdEYJyRSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MoAy3ftqX40/s320/sem+3+after+exam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343482550171092258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/SifdZ8CGEDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6MqdAIVJ4UQ/s1600-h/botak+jones+sem+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/SifdZ8CGEDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6MqdAIVJ4UQ/s320/botak+jones+sem+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343482920579764274" border="0" /&gt;this is after we had lunch at Botak Jones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;" id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;Buddha, Allah, Gandhi, Jesus, etc..&lt;br /&gt;All the world's religious saints and prophets hold love as a central value,&lt;br /&gt;the glue that anchors the universe..&lt;br /&gt;We hear, "Love makes the world go round," and "Love heals all wounds."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-3626836253340525079?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/3626836253340525079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=3626836253340525079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/3626836253340525079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/3626836253340525079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2009/06/freeeeeeeee.html' title='Freeeeeeeee..!!!!'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/SifdEYJyRSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MoAy3ftqX40/s72-c/sem+3+after+exam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-5826407809856238383</id><published>2009-05-28T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:29:25.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HRM exam = screwed up exam.. terminator = superb movie :D</title><content type='html'>well well.. I had my human resource management exam yesterday, and it was a COMPLETE disaster for me.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I read the paper, I forgot everything I've learnt. yeah.. EVERY single thing I've learnt. My God.. I can just stare blankly at my papers, while others were busy doing their papers.&lt;br /&gt;It was an utter disaster for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then.. Comes heaven for me. I went to watch Terminator Salvation with my friends. This movie is superb, really. I recommend you to watch this movie. Really impressive movie. Help me get my mood back after my disastrous exam. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There's no such thing as fate, only what we create for ourselves..&lt;br /&gt;-John Connor (Terminator Salvation) a.k.a Christian Bale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-5826407809856238383?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/5826407809856238383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=5826407809856238383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5826407809856238383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/5826407809856238383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2009/05/hrm-exam-screwed-up-exam-terminator.html' title='HRM exam = screwed up exam.. terminator = superb movie :D'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-2548461525453780931</id><published>2009-05-22T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:27:57.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exam</title><content type='html'>okay, my exam is very near already. but I still can't concentrate in learning my lessons.&lt;br /&gt;haizzzz..&lt;br /&gt;can anyone give me suggestion what I should do?&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck wish me luck :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I bought Chamomile tea yesterday. the tea is nice, but I don't feel really sleepy after drinking that. I only feel relax. :( haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Do not overrate what you have received, nor envy other,&lt;br /&gt;He who envies the others does not obtain peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;-Buddha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-2548461525453780931?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/2548461525453780931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=2548461525453780931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/2548461525453780931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/2548461525453780931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2009/05/exam.html' title='exam'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392407222757883524.post-4096502000207699501</id><published>2009-05-15T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:57:36.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twinkle twinkle many starsssss</title><content type='html'>2 hours before i wrote this post, I feel that there are many stars around me. after thinking a lot, I decided to sleep early since I am not feeling so well.&lt;br /&gt;and when I woke up, I thought it was at least 6 or 7 in the morning n thought this will be a great day. because I have not woken up so early for ages.&lt;br /&gt;I kept lying down for a few minutes after I have woken up, just to make me feel fresher.&lt;br /&gt;after that I sat down, took my mobile phone and look at the time.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what I feel when I looked at my mobile phone?&lt;br /&gt;thunder everywhere. destroying my beautiful day =='&lt;br /&gt;ckckck.. pity me hor? haha..&lt;br /&gt;well, I will get back to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;good nite.. or good morning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392407222757883524-4096502000207699501?l=jurongjer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/feeds/4096502000207699501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392407222757883524&amp;postID=4096502000207699501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/4096502000207699501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392407222757883524/posts/default/4096502000207699501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurongjer.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg.html' title='twinkle twinkle many starsssss'/><author><name>Who Am I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906378790766765949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VymlT-M-1ao/TKw6g_6S8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yDDF-ytPYrM/S220/neh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
