<?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-6605756416815547125</id><updated>2011-12-06T16:35:21.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Outdoors</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-8693091723478925116</id><published>2011-12-06T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T16:35:21.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol this is hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pkPWw2jSnhI" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-8693091723478925116?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/8693091723478925116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=8693091723478925116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/8693091723478925116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/8693091723478925116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2011/12/lol-this-is-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pkPWw2jSnhI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-8332190486283965464</id><published>2011-12-02T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T01:52:41.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids are like pets</title><content type='html'>Seeing some people walk their dogs downstairs today made me realise.. Kids are just like pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they're really young, they're like dogs. They're constantly running around the house banging into things. They pee and poop all over the place. Well, maybe children poop in their diapers but still they 'go' whenever they want to. At least until they become toilet trained. When you bring them out, you have to keep them on a tight leash to make sure they don't do run away and hurt themselves or go missing. They cry/bark and basically make a lot of noise in public places and they are banned in certain places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they start to grow up to become a teenager, they evolve to become like cats. Yes from dogs to cats. Now everybody knows you don't really own a cat. They come and go as they please, sometimes leaving the house for a few days and when you're just about to put up a missing poster, they come&amp;nbsp;strutting&amp;nbsp;back home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm interesting.... What an insightful afternoon hahahhaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw.. Reading all the blogs that I have read in the past sure brings back memories. I'm amazed so many are still active. Time for me to be an active blogger again. Need to improve my writing skills cos according to CPE183 a computer engineering is supposed to have good writing skills. OWNED that paper btw. Hope the grades reflect how much I thought I owned it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-8332190486283965464?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/8332190486283965464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=8332190486283965464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/8332190486283965464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/8332190486283965464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2011/12/kids-are-like-pets.html' title='Kids are like pets'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-1362827922265113645</id><published>2011-04-10T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T00:43:52.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hakunamatata</title><content type='html'>Hakunamatata.. &lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful phrase&lt;br /&gt;Hakukunamatata..&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no passing craze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means no worries&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of your days&lt;br /&gt;Its a problem free..&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy..&lt;br /&gt;Hakunamatata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched the Lion King at MBS Sands Theatre. The place is damn atas man. Felt it was over rated though. Yea it was good. But perhaps too much hype was created about it such that it got my expectations too high. &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe because&amp;nbsp;I was feeling tired so I din enjoy it as much as I felt I should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiann says: See! Its not good to have too high expectations. &lt;br /&gt;Forever the pessimisst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they did a great job catering to the Singaporean audience. All the jokes about the Merlion and the Singlish from Timon. I think Timon was the only one who bothered to incorporate the Singlish in his act. Haha besides the merlion from Zazu. &lt;br /&gt;bathe bathe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-1362827922265113645?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/1362827922265113645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=1362827922265113645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/1362827922265113645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/1362827922265113645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2011/04/hakunamatata.html' title='Hakunamatata'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-6686370284201918428</id><published>2011-04-09T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T01:46:20.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi bendan</title><content type='html'>just to show you that my blog is 3 years and running. u stop talking beside my back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-6686370284201918428?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/6686370284201918428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=6686370284201918428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6686370284201918428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6686370284201918428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2011/04/hi-bendan.html' title='hi bendan'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-6462930764781720858</id><published>2010-10-07T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T02:21:25.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 percent in 1, or less than perfect in many</title><content type='html'>I have come to realised that I like being busy. Even though it means less time to myself, I would still rather be pre-occupied with stuff than having nothing to do at all. Sure I have lots of tutorials and projects deadlines to meet, but they're nth fun compared to hall stuff or squash. &lt;br /&gt;These last 2 weeks as a JCRC member has taken up much of my time. Long meetings after events, meetings with Darius to prepare me for my SPO term ahead of me, carrom trainings, IVP&amp;nbsp;obligations, gf demanding more chengyi. Somehow I do not find all these to be draining but I rather much enjoy juggling all these committments that I have. In the process, I might have to skip a few more lectures to have a little more slp (becos slp is very impt to me), but hey.. doesn't matter becos I'm happy and I always score well anyway. High self efficacy. Wahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like these past 2 years, I've been taking up more than I can handle. Guess I've always wanted to be part of everything so I try to join everything that I can. But the effort that I can give them is not my best. I should change this year. Who cares about you playing 8 sports when all u need is 1 gold medal to be remembered. Likewise, being unbeaten is IHG is nothing as long as the team doesn't even go into quarters. But I like to feel I'm good so I'm going to keep on repeating that fact.&lt;br /&gt;This year will be different. Good feeling about this year. Hope Ricky is not suay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-6462930764781720858?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/6462930764781720858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=6462930764781720858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6462930764781720858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6462930764781720858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2010/10/100-percent-in-1-or-less-than-perfect.html' title='100 percent in 1, or less than perfect in many'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-7005993869000456206</id><published>2010-07-05T03:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T04:24:36.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Killing Mosquitoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;The first rule: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Always kill them the moment u see them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not procrastinate. Do not assume they would fly away and u would not be harassed by them later that night. That is the single biggest mistake you can make. 你现在不弄死它，以后就会被他弄死. Great words from the gay monk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spotted this creature in the daylight just before leaving the room. I tried to kill it but i didn't manage to and i just went out thinking it would be gone by night anw. Bad move man. It came back with frens that night and thus began the worse night's sleep I got on this holiday. However, I am proud to say that with the loss of sleep, I was awarded with 3 frags, all stylish ways of killing the my lifelong enemies, the Mozzies. You are very lucky to have stumbled across this wonderful piece of infomation. Comparable in prowess to the well known yu ni xin jing and xiang long shi ba jiang, a master of this skill would never be the victims to these blood suckers anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Move #1 - 石猴打蚊子&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prerequisite: Fast hands, sharp eyes, ability to stay as still as possible in the face of danger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the name suggest, the stone monkey hits mosquito. Staying as still as possible using your body as bait, lure the sucker to you and just after he bites in, you swat him. Or her. All blood suckers are female FYI. The males feed of plants. Bitches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tip: Flexing the muscle area just after she bites would immobilize her like how flexing your muscle prevents the nurse from in the doctor from poking that nasty needle into you. After the bitch is stuck, go for the kill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Move #2 - 睡龙不再睡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prerequisite: Sharp ears, ability to wake from deep sleep into battle mode instantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mosquitoes like to fly around your ears when all other parts of your body are covered. Perhaps its because your ears give off the most heat but its a good thing that you know they're around. When they bite down on your ear, smash your ear and hopefully trap them in. (Its a little disgusting but I've managed to do this unknowingly one night.) The desired result: To trap the little bugger in your ear and crush him inside your ear. No I don't think they'll go down your ear canal. I doubt anything wants to be down there. Give a sadistic smile as you hear her die in your ear. That's what they deserve for taking your blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Move #3 - 乱打乱Swipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No prerequisite required. All you need is your hatred for mosquitoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust your instinct as the superior being. You should be able to feel them even in the dark. Hone you skills. The easiest targets are those that fly around your head because you can use your sharp hearing to pinpoint their location. If not, train your hearing. Of the 3 kills last night, 2 died under this move. One having drank too much of my blood was slow and it did not take much to smash it against my forehead when he landed. What a bloody mess it was. But it was my blood so it doesn't matter. And with my forensics skills, I concluded that the second was simply crushed when I rolled over it. My pillow was stained with her corpse. I probably injured or killed it before it got on my pillow although I don't remember. Whoever heard of mosquitoes getting squished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Train hard and may the force be with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Remember: 要快，要狠，要准!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/6605756416815547125-7005993869000456206?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/7005993869000456206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=7005993869000456206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/7005993869000456206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/7005993869000456206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2010/07/art-of-killing-mosquitoes.html' title='The Art of Killing Mosquitoes'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-5559519866104130665</id><published>2010-03-11T19:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T19:46:13.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chao ah kua</title><content type='html'>I never knew it could be so difficult to work with a really hardworking guy. So far all the complains that i have heard from my coursemates are that their partners are slackers. In my case, I think i'm the one who has done very little work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he pisses me off with his low eq and vietnam slang. Nothing nice comes out of his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everything your 'frens' say are correct. In fact, nothing has been correct so far. U were wrong about the how difficult it was to use the LED on the MCU. So what if your fren took weeks. We did it in 2 days. Without your help. Your fren said its not possible to use the LCD and the 7Seg together? Please check the board b4 u ask silly questions. They were both enabled at the time you asked me this stupid question. And your fren once again said deadline is on lab4. Then why do they put lab5 into the lab schedule dumbass. Quit quoting your fren and be a man. Decide some things on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in a million years would i have thought that having 70% of my lab done for me was such a bad thing. I would probably have saved much more time working alone with the amount of work i spent debugging your programs. Your whole life is a mess like your codes. If only you were less careless and neater, you would have saved a hell lot of time. So quit blaming me for the slow progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I on the other hand, am taking my own sweet time to do my stuff. Cos i like to be childish. U piss me off i piss u off. I am sure you value ur grades more than i do. So you're going down with me.&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, I guess you will probably die in the workforce. Who cares if you're a genius if you have low eq.  Its not how good you are. Its always about who's on ur side because they like you. Life is a game of survivor. Outplay, outlast, outwit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sem is coming to an end. Hopefully this will be the last time i see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-5559519866104130665?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/5559519866104130665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=5559519866104130665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/5559519866104130665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/5559519866104130665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2010/03/chao-ah-kua.html' title='Chao ah kua'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-4111479945453382356</id><published>2009-08-01T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T02:04:35.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After doing so much and helping out as much as you could, you still arent part of them.&lt;br /&gt;After coughing so much, the phelgm still stays. &lt;br /&gt;After screaming so much, maybe the anger does disappear. But sadness replaces it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't give in to rage. It always wins logic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-4111479945453382356?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/4111479945453382356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=4111479945453382356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/4111479945453382356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/4111479945453382356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-doing-so-much-and-helping-out-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-6805241191105384284</id><published>2009-07-19T02:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:15:36.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of our 7th Month</title><content type='html'>Lets start this new quote thing. Every monthly anniversary we come up with a quote. Sounds fun. And here's the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the 7th month - &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"WAHAHAHA.. YOU FORGOT! YESSSS!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how about a more serious quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You said you would tell ur parents when we were 1 year into it. Sweetest thing is, nobody questioned whether we would last tt long. Maybe we just knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 7 months dear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-6805241191105384284?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/6805241191105384284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=6805241191105384284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6805241191105384284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6805241191105384284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote-of-our-7th-month.html' title='Quote of our 7th Month'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-6440278935200398055</id><published>2009-07-09T03:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T04:07:57.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearl Game</title><content type='html'>Raise ur hands if you haven't drank bubble tea. Now raise ur hands if you haven't ever tot about where else the pearls could go besides down ur throat. There are targets everywhere.. I just need 1..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some background infomation on The Pearl&lt;br /&gt;The pearl is the perfect projectile for a non-violent war. Its soft and squishy. Doesnt hurt the victim but rather it sticks on him showing that he was a loser who got shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now being particular about hygiene, i've nv really shot anybody. But the thought crosses my mind everytime i'm holding the drink in my hand. Now finally, its like a dream come true, finally a target is provided - PEARL GAME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules of game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CGL sits on chair.&lt;br /&gt;2. Suck pearls.&lt;br /&gt;3, Shoot the CGL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not as fun and competitive as its a pretty one-sided game. But from hearing the 'poooop' sound when the pearl leaves the straw, to seeing it glide through the air and finally landing on your target, there's no greater satisfaction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-6440278935200398055?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/6440278935200398055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=6440278935200398055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6440278935200398055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6440278935200398055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2009/07/pearl-game.html' title='Pearl Game'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-7658340675549732837</id><published>2009-07-05T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:12:43.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seniors' Camp</title><content type='html'>Woah shag. Seniors' camp jus ended this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down on friday after Star Wars to Goldkist chalet at ECP. At 200 bucks per nite for 1 unit, its seriously not worth the morning. Seemed like a dead town on friday when the proggies went down to prep the stuff for camp. The place came alive on saturday though. Seems like the whole world was celebrating their birthday there. Tied water bombs till my hands were blistered. Wrong technique. Must correct during actual camp. Slpt on the beach with Say Chong that nite. Seems like i was in a cold war i didnt know abt too. Wth. Childish. Hahahhhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main comm arrived on saturday morning and we tried 100 秒不NG. Hahahhaha.. Damn funny. Guess when you're with the CGLs u're bound to be high. Noisest 8 people in hall really. Crazy ppl. Hahahha.. Great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field/War games was quite diasterous i would say. Prep time was too long becos of the rain. We were behind schedule by 2 hours? But everybody still made it in time for fright nite which started at about 10 i suppose. Was really shag by then so the ghost must have felt terrible. How come the ghost all slacking when it was my turn to walk? Beertini sitting down, zheelong stand in the corner dunno do wat!? Hahahhaha.. Alvin gave me a shock though. Can be improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think proggies really got to allocate manpower well so that those who are doing nothing can take turns to slp. I suppose u don't really need all 16 proggies all the time so taking turns would ease the sleep debt that everybody was having. 6 day camp is gonna be shag. U can tell by the way i'm blogging. Speaking quite incoherently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it ended with beach games and night games this morn. Morning taupok session for everybody during the sandwich game. Break camp! Thanks max for sending us back.&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Drive to whatever future camps becos u'll feel too shag to wanna take bus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-7658340675549732837?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/7658340675549732837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=7658340675549732837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/7658340675549732837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/7658340675549732837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2009/07/seniors-camp.html' title='Seniors&apos; Camp'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-7409957750860544714</id><published>2009-06-30T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:01:42.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored so blog</title><content type='html'>Wow.. Been awhile since i blogged. Someone says it has been 6 months. A lot has happened in the past 6 months. I've already been with sc for 6 months. I think there's  a relationship b/w gfs and blogging for me. This blog started with becos i broke up. It got stagnant when i got tgt with sc. Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets summarise the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Got 3 A- last sem. But with just 1 B-, my GPA's down to 4.08. Just slightly worse than last sem. But still its above 4. Work harder next sem i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to Medan with delphus at the end of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Spent most of my holidays going out. Until last week, i have been out almost everyday since the holidays started. Thanks to my many meetings, trainings, recces, competitions, work, cheers, holidays, badminton, mahjongs. WOW. This is the one holiday that i have nt felt bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. But i'm bored. That's why i'm blogging. I fell sick last wed. 1 of the more serious illnesses that the strong me has encounted in my lifetime. The fever lasted for 4 days(my fever usually lasts a day...). On Friday, it hit a record 39.5ºC. So i had to listen to my gf and go to the doctor on saturday. And monday i was well. Thanks for taking care of me the 2 days dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched TRANSFORMERS 2 on friday b4 i fell sick. So it might be lacking a little substance where the storyline is concerned, but the robots, the effects, the sound and explosion and the stuff blowing up and your mind blowing away... 2 SOLID hours of that guys. So all u action junkies out there, this is definitely the show for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Watched Marley and Me over the wkend while resting. Now on a lighter note, there's no stuff blowing up, just 2 people and man's best fren trying to live their lives together. Its real and heartwarming and the dog's so funny i watched it a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just 1 more month to FOC and the start of Year 2 Sem 2. A freshie no more. Its our turn to laugh at those holding maps of NTU. Can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-7409957750860544714?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/7409957750860544714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=7409957750860544714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/7409957750860544714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/7409957750860544714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2009/06/bored-so-blog.html' title='Bored so blog'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-737116402405283708</id><published>2008-11-23T03:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T03:12:41.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Net capital outflow</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Things i need&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Slippers&lt;br /&gt;2. Keyboard&lt;br /&gt;3. Googles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I think i need (Things i wan but actually dun need)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Speakers&lt;br /&gt;2. Mouse&lt;br /&gt;3. Wet suit&lt;br /&gt;4. Shoes&lt;br /&gt;5. Clothes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-737116402405283708?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/737116402405283708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=737116402405283708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/737116402405283708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/737116402405283708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/11/net-capital-outflow.html' title='Net capital outflow'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-6377803214156028053</id><published>2008-10-24T14:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:08:44.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Guru</title><content type='html'>Hilarious show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Guru: Where are your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Mike Myers: They're dead.&lt;br /&gt;Guru: Oh. Sry to hear that. What were they doing b4 they died?&lt;br /&gt;Mike: They were missionaries. Before that, they were dog stylist.&lt;br /&gt;Guru: So let me get it straight.. They were into doggy style b4 the missionary position.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-6377803214156028053?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/6377803214156028053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=6377803214156028053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6377803214156028053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6377803214156028053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-guru.html' title='Love Guru'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-7664961404529154144</id><published>2008-10-05T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:07:26.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats my dear cousin</title><content type='html'>Been with her bf for more than 7 years and getting married at 24. Makes u feel all warm and fuzzy inside thinking how these 2 ppl are sure they're right for each other even at such a young age. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liyi and Sherwin,&lt;br /&gt;All the best starting out life's next journey together as a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great seeing everybody again at the wedding dinner. Nt bad. Apparantly, i was the most well liked among all my cousins by one uncle cos i was damn cute. HAHAHA.. But he was drunk. Oh wait, drunk ppl always speak the truth. I WAS REALLY DAMN CUTE DEN!!! Wahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to see Carmen and Charmaine again. Lemme blog their bdays b4 i forget again.&lt;br /&gt;Carmen - March 22nd&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine - Jan Something(Shit!)&lt;br /&gt;They're damn funny. Carmen tells me she gt 2 bdays. March 22nd and June something. LOL.. Damn cute nieces..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-7664961404529154144?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/7664961404529154144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=7664961404529154144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/7664961404529154144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/7664961404529154144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/10/congrats-my-dear-cousin.html' title='Congrats my dear cousin'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-343487785642301756</id><published>2008-09-21T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:45:22.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays?</title><content type='html'>Yea the one week break is finally here. Most ppl are complaining that shldnt even be considered a break with all the work to be done and all the upcoming quizzes to study for. I'm jus thankful for this one week to complete my work at a relaxing pace. Hope i have the time and discipline to actually do some work though. There's something lined up everyday till thurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though life is now more hectic than it has ever been, I'm kind of happy with it. The 8 months b4 sch started was slack. There was a constant need to look for activities to prevent spiders from spinning cobwebs on me. Now, there's always some activity going on. Trainings, supper, mahjong, and of cos furiously trying to decrease that huge pile of work on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is great. School life is awesome. And its probably the last phase in your life where every sort of activity imaginable is avaliable to you so readily and at subsidied prices. Its the last place to find people who are willing to train hard wif u for competitions like IVP or IHG becos lets face it, we're all gonna become very lazy RT Men after we head out to the working world. So for now, train hard, sign up for everything, learn stuff i've never learnt b4 and study like i never did b4. Wat a fulfiling life. I'm not gonna end up an RT man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-343487785642301756?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/343487785642301756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=343487785642301756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/343487785642301756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/343487785642301756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/09/holidays.html' title='Holidays?'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-8586562750375191765</id><published>2008-09-17T02:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T02:43:45.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd</title><content type='html'>Oh well.. Din manage to win KC. But its ok.. I gt 80 bucks and a racket worth 150 bucks. WOOOOO!!! Feels gd to win something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Programming is like joining a competition. The feeling u get when u manage to get the program out feels jus like winning a 150 dollar racket. Conversely, not being able to write the program is jus like getting kicked out in the 2nd round of the open category cos u dun even get to play in plate anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy busy busy!!! I need the recess wk to do my hmwk. Grace, we're going back to aj next wk to play squash. Make urself free and come down and play wif us!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-8586562750375191765?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/8586562750375191765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=8586562750375191765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/8586562750375191765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/8586562750375191765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/09/2nd.html' title='2nd'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-8149419836308131173</id><published>2008-09-13T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:33:04.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem 1 confinement 2</title><content type='html'>So once again i've decided to remain in hall over the wkend. Realised i just cant study when i'm at home. Internet speed at home too fast. I'll be too busy streaming anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going down for match at Safra ltr. I'm in the finals!!! Can't believe it. Never went so far in any competition b4. I wanna be 1st!!!!!!!!!! I will win KC!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-8149419836308131173?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/8149419836308131173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=8149419836308131173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/8149419836308131173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/8149419836308131173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/09/sem-1-confinement-2.html' title='Sem 1 confinement 2'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-4557058384450970109</id><published>2008-09-07T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:27:27.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmwk</title><content type='html'>1. Maths tut&lt;br /&gt;2. Programing tut&lt;br /&gt;3. Electronics tut&lt;br /&gt;4. Study for effective comms class assignment&lt;br /&gt;5. Econs tut&lt;br /&gt;6. Prepare for electronics lab&lt;br /&gt;7. Prepare for programming lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's wat i have to accomplish every wkend when i book out. Taking friday nite into account, i got a total of 52 hrs to accomplish tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slping time - Minus 2*8 hrs = 16 hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming time - Minus 4 hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating time - Minus 2*3meals*2days = 12 hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The many upcoming bday parties - Minus 6 hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacking time - Continuous random variable depending on mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given n is large, ie. slacking time &gt; 30, the distribution of X can be approximated to normal. Find the probabilty that Bam has the time to accomplish the 7 tasks above over the wkend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep u gt it right. I'm so dead. And i'm still here blogging..................... Ntu shld considering start a time management module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Happy Bday Zhilin. Thanks for inviting us to ur party. The eclairs were great! Hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-4557058384450970109?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/4557058384450970109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=4557058384450970109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/4557058384450970109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/4557058384450970109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/09/hmwk.html' title='Hmwk'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-3753591476883638221</id><published>2008-08-28T14:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T01:16:38.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feels gd to be back in hall in the afternoon. Think its v peaceful coming back to a quiet house. Its been pretty busy lately and feels quite gd to finally have some alone time. It used to be nice being at home in the afternoon hugging a warm bloster to slp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-3753591476883638221?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/3753591476883638221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=3753591476883638221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/3753591476883638221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/3753591476883638221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/08/feels-gd-to-be-back-in-hall-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-7068049526500841956</id><published>2008-08-24T20:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:07:12.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Wks Confinement!</title><content type='html'>Yep.. I haven been home yet. After swimming and dinner wif Melvin Jianxue last nite, Jianxue suggested going back to hostel to 'study'. So we 'studied' till 5 in the morn. Wasnt productive. But at least i managed to get thru a few chaps in CPE102. Melvin was right. We wouldnt be studying. Hahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 11 to go and collect the nike race pack. The queue was horrible. Seriously inefficient. Luckily for us, i saw alvin chua, who was near the counter when i arrived. And for some reason, the staff stationed at the barricate did not see that we were in the queue. And told us to move to the back. CRAZY!! She obviously did not know how long the queue was to even suggest that. If we had moved to the back we would have taken another 3 hrs at least to reach our spot. Arguing and insisting u're right does work though. Hahaha.. She let us through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go to Ma Guang after tt, but felt too lazy to get off the bus. NTU is seriously out of the way from everywhere. Decided to come back and study while there's nobody in hall to distract me. Kind of nice to be alone in hall on Sunday afternoons. Especially when its raining.&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man... I'm such a loner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;If u're unsure of what's important to u, u probably haven came across it yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-7068049526500841956?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/7068049526500841956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=7068049526500841956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/7068049526500841956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/7068049526500841956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/08/2-wks-confinement.html' title='2 Wks Confinement!'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-6523674551181801658</id><published>2008-08-20T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:40:31.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>I gt no time to blog. Just realised i am never in the room from 7 to 9 pm every nite. There's always something going on. SHiok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-6523674551181801658?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/6523674551181801658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=6523674551181801658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6523674551181801658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6523674551181801658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-437066166918034650</id><published>2008-08-10T03:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T04:17:44.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a Freshie</title><content type='html'>YOoo.. I'm back! Back to resurrect my blog. Let's start wif hall camp started 2 wks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;28th July ~ 2nd Aug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hall camp started off wif the usual ice-breaking games.  Like Kristin mentioned b4 the camp, there was a lack of guys. Including me, there were 3 guys at first. Max came awhile ltr which made it 4. Guess how many gals there were?? Just over ten of them. U prob cant tell my tone here but i definitely wasnt complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hall camp being the first camp i went to, was quite enjoyable for me. Not much rushing ard and playing embarrassing games. I felt the whole theme was quite cool. It was a total change from camps in jc where most of the plans were thought up by teachers. Teachers are no fun. The theme of the camp was pirates. And the 4 OGs were supposed to be fighting for gold coins to be the next ruler of paradise island as Captain Chew was stepping down. I think the programmers really put in a lot of effort thinking of the games as most had storylines accompanied wif them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First 2 days of the camp was really getting dirty and playing games in sch. First nite was initiation nite. Basically a nite for seniors to do stupid things to freshies. Next year will be my turn. 2nd day was games in the field. I rmb this chair game. ZZZZ. I seriously suck at scissors paper stone. Just missed the end pt by 1 chair for like 3 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion wed was the start of the fun. Left sch wif our SPs on wed afternoon. We were supposed to go ard spore on some lovers trail thing. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ester: So sry u missed your test. Hope ur next test date wont be too far away.&lt;/span&gt; The game i had to play was quite mild. Just biting some apple. Daryl had a pretty interesting day though. He and his SP were dancing and singing for the seniors who were 4 fours up while ppl on the 1st floor were staring at them wondering wat they're doing. Think there was some kissing in some lift too. Hahahhaha. It was dinner wif SunQuan and Yanting after our game. 18 year old gals are easily impressed. Those tt wanna impress them go get a debit card and sign when u pay. Hahahah. There was even a movie after tt to complete the date. Pretty awesome day considering wat i heard they had last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next few days was beach games and a lot of running ard for amazing race. The APUS gals are seriously impressive. All the clues for the amazing race, they solved within the first few minutes of seeing them. What's more, the 3 overseas students seem to noe spore better than the sporeans. Knowing the bus routes and solving all the clues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won the rafting comp wif our A-frame raft. So we set off first for the amazing race. But at the end of the 2 days, APUS came back 3rd. Hahahah.. Dun worry. Next year go back as senior. SURE WIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post - 1st wk of sch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-437066166918034650?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/437066166918034650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=437066166918034650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/437066166918034650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/437066166918034650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-freshie.html' title='Finally a Freshie'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-4269826420932735325</id><published>2008-07-20T05:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T05:41:27.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late nite post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oooh dear readers, do go catch dark knight. Its an awesome movie. N for those who noe, when i say awesome, its awesome. And in barney's(from how i met your mother, another awesome sitcom after friends btw, quite a long btw, but anw..) words, its Legendary!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224843452077094626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__vnSJo0c0fo/SIJfb_AUtuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/io3UMKowvvc/s400/darkknightlogo6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dark knights ranks number 2 in my favourite movie list nw. Must stay loyal to Transformers so its still number 1. There's no number 3. Yep i have high expectations and my standards are high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and i got into hall 14. Anybody going there free feel to tag me. Those staying hall tell me where're you going too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming today was eventful. A new gal joined my class for make up lesson. And just when i was teaching her how to go about doing a backstroke, she started crying and said tt she didnt know how to do it. ???? And telling her tt i was there to teach her didnt help her understand why she's nt supposed to know until i teach her. Hearing her maid talk to her made me think she's spoilt bad. But ok.. I'm nt supposed to comment on stuff i dunno abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw i went to the doctor the other day. Before i could even take a sit, the first thing she said was "Wah, u must put sunblock u noe! U gt a lot of pre-mature wrinkling." So i'm using sunbock nw.. Hahaha.. Ok wateva man.. U who's reading this, stop judging me. There's a gal in every guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why plan your activities according to when u wanna slp when its so much more fun enjoying your activities and slping when you have none. This goes out to my overly health conscious and thus in danger of becoming slp obsessed frens, come on ppl, you live once, you have all the time to slp after tt. Its amazing how i can come up wif such mind-blowing nonsense at 530 am.&lt;br /&gt;Nite ppl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-4269826420932735325?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/4269826420932735325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=4269826420932735325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/4269826420932735325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/4269826420932735325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/07/late-nite-post.html' title='Late nite post'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__vnSJo0c0fo/SIJfb_AUtuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/io3UMKowvvc/s72-c/darkknightlogo6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-8271994389920028696</id><published>2008-07-16T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T01:28:59.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How i met ur mother</title><content type='html'>This is a great show. Hahahaha.. Its hilarious. Or maybe cos i was jus high from the lack of slp. But dear readers of my blog, be sure to catch it anw. The show really revolves around the characters' daily lives and its really quite meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life is full of ups and downs. Its usually great, but its the downs that really let us appreciate the ppl around us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-8271994389920028696?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/8271994389920028696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=8271994389920028696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/8271994389920028696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/8271994389920028696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-i-met-ur-mother.html' title='How i met ur mother'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-2571663788139689985</id><published>2008-07-08T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T02:02:05.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting old</title><content type='html'>Ppl get forgetful when they get older. I'm older than i ever was and seriously getting more cock. Was rushing down to NTU early last wk to submit GIRO and Tuition grant forms. Maybe it was due to my rushing and everything, but i totally forgot the reason i was going down to ntu early. Which was to submit the forms. Halfway on the PIE i realised i din bring the forms wif me. HAhahaha Cock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, decided to go down early to give the forms after settling jacket stuff wif jianxue at queensway. Was rushing out again. Seriously i seem to always be in a rush to go out nowadays. Nt tt i wake up late or am busy, but jus lazy to leave the hse early. And thus i always end up rushing. Maybe cos i find a trill in rushing?? Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, reached queensway and we took a pretty long time to decide on the way the jacket shld be printed. So daryl and i decided to go down another day to give the forms. So all we did was have dinner and den we went for training. After training, i realised the forms didnt even leave my hse. HAHA Cock.... Getting old......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-2571663788139689985?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/2571663788139689985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=2571663788139689985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/2571663788139689985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/2571663788139689985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/07/getting-old.html' title='Getting old'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-2026153569572493433</id><published>2008-06-29T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T02:33:56.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teamy the Bee</title><content type='html'>Jus finished a Pri 4 camp. Though some have said the kids were quite rowdy and uncontrollable, i think my class was not too bad. Yea i mean sure, they made a lot of noise, they talked when u're talking, but there were some pretty awesome characters in there. They're kids. They're supposed to be noisy. That's why kids have the most fun. Adulthood isn't as fun. Keeping quiet and worrying too much abt subtlety and wat other ppl think, while constantly judging ppl on everything that's different from themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp was centred around the 5 values of Social Emotional Learning and they played the usual team-building games. It was funny to watch them attempt the games and scream at each other when frustration kicked in. I didnt really see the pt of helping them too much in the games. The pt was to let them fail so that i would have more to say during the debrief. Hahaha.. If they were so gd and cooperative, I wouldnt need to be there would I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most irritating kids were the ones who were spoilt, guessing its their parents who spoilt them. Seriously if they were my kids i would feel so guilty for letting society down. Asking them to pick up a plastic bottle to throw away was like forcing poison down their throats. Throwing angry fits over the slightest thing and always wanting their way. Oh.. And wats more.. This grp of ppl are sort of in the same clique.  造句: 被宠坏的孩子都在同一派，把 Birds of a feather flock together 这个话发扬光大。Some still screamed at me when they din get their way. HAH! I showed them who could scream louder. Tremble in Fear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nt sure if i changed any lives, but i was pretty impressed by some of them by the end of the camp particularly during the preparation for the campfire skit. I was pretty impressed wif myself too. Hahaha.. I came up wif the script in like 10 mins. But i was impressed there were volunteers ready to take the lead role. I tot the whole skit was pretty gd and everybody was ready to put up their best performance, but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.. We didnt have time and our performance had to be fast fwded. It was sad that the kids efforts had to go to waste. And the parents that were constantly expressing their displeasure and asking if they could bring their kids home jus showed how little they cared about their kids. To all parents out there who don't give a shit, "YOUR KIDS SPEND 3 DAYS LEARNING ABOUT THE VALUES OF LIFE AND PUT IN HARD WORK TO PUT UP A SHOW FOR U, IF YOU'RE TOO BUSY TO TURN UP FOR THE CAMPFIRE, THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS SHUT UP AND WATCH THE PERFORMANCE THAT YOUR CHILDREN HAVE PREPARED. NOT COMPLAIN ABOUT THE JAM OUTSIDE THE SCHOOL AND ASK TO BRING THEM HOME B4 THEY'RE DISMISSED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.. Feels much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-2026153569572493433?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/2026153569572493433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=2026153569572493433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/2026153569572493433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/2026153569572493433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/06/teamy-bee.html' title='Teamy the Bee'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-3200366815255972546</id><published>2008-06-29T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T01:43:15.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Yea.. I noe I haven been updating my blog. Been busy, and lazy. Takes a lot for me to get into the blogging mood. I need to finish doing absolutely everything that keeps me from extreme boredom b4 i decide to blog. So yep, its 1.30 am, everybody has gone to bed and i've nth better to do. So here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i have wanted to blog abt this for the longest time. There are 2 chickens living in my estate. I first realised they existed during the ESPN wk. They started crowing sometime ard 6 and woke everybody up. Nw about 3 wks ltr, they're still ard. My estate is turning into a zoo. Once there were baby foxes and a family of monkeys. Oh and i saw a woodpecker the other day. Feels gd to be close to nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that after my party, i have frens who are starting to know 1 another. I think this is great. Nw when i go out i can have all my frens there. Lets see. Elaine nw noes Daryl and Guoxi. Xav noes the 'Brotherhood' and we noe some of his frens. Nw there're more ppl to call along and more ppl means more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOND my frens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-3200366815255972546?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/3200366815255972546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=3200366815255972546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/3200366815255972546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/3200366815255972546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/06/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-8455218897854667735</id><published>2008-06-20T03:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T03:45:57.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not bumming.. I have training.</title><content type='html'>Ahhh free once again.. E week long assignment at ESPN ended last friday. Glad to be able to slp at 4 and wake up at 1 once again. Been slping at 4 for the whole wk. Unhealthy lifestyle. I better start slping early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by the gymnast training in Stick It. Omg gymnast training is so sick i would love to try it. The stuff gymnasts do is jus amazing. Body building for aesthetic purposes just isnt that hardcore. Gonna start training once again. 10 mins for 2.4. Gotta start running too if i wan my 400 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Train. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Train!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; TRAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The stuff PTIs are made of!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-8455218897854667735?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/8455218897854667735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=8455218897854667735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/8455218897854667735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/8455218897854667735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-not-bumming-i-have-training.html' title='I&apos;m not bumming.. I have training.'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-8248156792543579045</id><published>2008-06-11T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:50:02.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Work.</title><content type='html'>After 2 months of bumming, i finally decided to send my resume to Adecco to get a temp job. Adecco is way better than Recruit Express. They get you higher paying jobs just as fast as RE. So this week i'm working at ESPN as a Sorting Executive. Job scope: Specialise in sorting millions of tapes that are all over the office. Tapes arent as light as they seem. And they get heavier as the day goes by. Even though my job requires much more specialised skill, Daryl argues that its in the ranks of Clicking Specialise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESPN is seriously a heaven for Sportsmen. Just stepping out of the lift, you are greeted by about 10 TVs each showing the various sporting channels for different countries. And the adventure continues as you walk through the office, which i must say is huge. TVs are everywhere, even at the desk of employees. How they get any work done is a miracle. And they have a few pantries each equipped with your standard drinks machine. Only that instead of taking out ur wallet and counting your coins, you don't. ITS FREE!! Just press the button. And did i mention Jamie Yeo looks fantastic in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, Tuesday's supposed to be movie day but could not agree on a common movie so we decided to go to SRCC to watch the Prince Open. Wah atmosphere was good man. I tot it would just be Daryl Grace and me. Turns out a lot of ppl went down. The J1s this year, Annabel, Coach Weiqi n Yimin. Damn happening. Luckily we skipped the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace was actually 1 point away from winning a national player cos of the handicap given. -25 for National Player n +3 for Grace. Could be due to Coach lisiaoing her that helped her relaxed. Hahahhahah. Just imagine him refreeing your match with a mike. Might be the first time someone throws a racket at the refree. Hahahahah. Full of nonsense. "Grace, don't be so tense. No shouting in the court." I remember seeing a lot of ppl watching her match. Wasnt very intense. Think they were watching cos Coach was talking nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-8248156792543579045?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/8248156792543579045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=8248156792543579045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/8248156792543579045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/8248156792543579045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/06/work-work.html' title='Work Work.'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-7539297108032693619</id><published>2008-06-07T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T21:40:13.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very delayed triathlon post</title><content type='html'>Came back from Bintan 2 weeks ago. Doesnt seem that long ago since everything is still fresh in my head. Left for Bintan on Friday the 23rd of May. Woke up late for Napfa that day and while driving saw Melvin's msg about not being able to find his passport. HAHAHHAHA.. So upon arriving at HIPS, which btw stands for Holy Innocents Pri Sch. (Yea i wished my sch had such a cool acronym too. Students there can call themselves Hipsters or Hippies or Hippos or wateva. So cool!!) Anyway, i started msging ppl to go in Melvin's place so as not to let the accomodation and ferry ticket go to waste. Din expect anybody to agree though since we were leaving on that day itself. Thankfully Melvin managed to get a temp pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived and checked into our Dormitory at Nirwana Gardens. We din managed to get a room at the resort cos we booked too late. And the living conditions at the dorm were quite bad. Imagine a recruit's bunk at Tekong, now imagine twice the number of beds, and all double decker. Luckily the showers werent dirty. And being the nite b4 race day, lots of competitive triathletes were already slping so we couldnt make any noise. Cacausians are easily pissed off man. Twice we were told off to stop talking. Our race was in the afternoon so we didnt slp that early. And Jian Xue only slps at 5 on normal days, so apparently he was woken up jus when he fell aslp that nite. Hahahhaa. But the dorms werent that bad cos we made some frens there too. Fellow Singapore triathletes. Nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up for breakfast at the resort. Shiok buffet breakfast. Ate more so we didnt have to eat lunch since lunch wasnt provided for. This was the first race where i didnt have to start preparing for the moment i woke up. After breakfast, we still had a lot of time b4 the race so we hanged out at the pool bar and chilled. Bintan is a place to chill. Everything else is too expensive. 50 bucks to jet ski for 15 mins?? Crazy. I think i save the money and buy my own jet ski.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo race time. Started raining 15 mins b4 the race started. It was like frezzing cold. But just b4 the swim started the rain stopped. And so the race started with the 1.5km swim. Stayed at the back to avoid getting kicked in the face. Still managed to get muscled into the boundary line. I mean if u're swimming alongside me you would already have lost like the 100th position alrd, still wanna push me for wat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Transition.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Took my time to wear my clothes. Hahahah. Then i noticed Jian Xue and Melvin's bikes were alrd gone, so shit. I put on my shoes faster. Feels like CPFT all over again man. The familar feeling of putting on ur shoes when ur whole body is wet from the swim. Everything ON!! Push bike to start line. And started the bike leg for the triathlon. I think swimming is a great way to warm up. My legs always feel stronger after a swim. No explanations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bicycle chain came out 2 times during the race. Wasted time trying to put back the chain. And to top it off, the screw for the gear lever came lose so i had to screw it back while cycling, which resulted in my nails being chipped off. Luckily i had a brainwave, and used my watch buckle to tighten the screw. Den i had to stop to pin my number tag. Dunno how one side of the tag came lose. Terrible cycling experience. I'm gonna get a new bike if i'm ever to run a triathlon again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 42km, i finally get off the bike and nearing the transition area i take off my helmet. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Hey you, ken shuong, put on ur helmet nw. STOP!! Put on ur helmet. Don't make me give u a penalty."&lt;/span&gt; ZZZzzzzz. I was like 20 metres away from my transition spot and i alrd got off the bike after 42km of torturous cycling and i gt to stop and put on my helmet to walk 20 metres before taking if off again. WTH. Not like i'm going for 1st prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright man. Finally the run started. My swimming isnt fantastic and i was cycling an ancient bike. Finally something that i could chiong. 100 metres still going strong. No strain on my lungs. ARGHHH. CRAMP. Ahhh crap. There goes my best segment of the race. Couldnt run even if i wanted to. My legs jus don't work. New experience for me. Nothing like tt has happened b4. But I walked like 40% of it and still managed a 1 hr timing. Weiqi runs 10km in 1hr 20mins. Either she's damn slow, or the triathlon route wasnt 10km. I think she's damn slow. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally completed it. Just before it started raining again. Really quite lucky man. The rain stopped just for the race. Nothing much for the awards dinner later that nite. The mc was pretty guai lan. After the dinner the party moved to the beach club nearby. Melvin and Jianxue drank quite a lot it was embarrassing when they entered the dorm talking quite loudly and burping equally loudly. OMG damn pai seh. I wished i was drunk too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the next day chilling at the beach bar again. We were staying an additional night since cos we wanted a holiday too. Checked out the sea sports and realised it was not worth the money. Then we met a guide and he offered to bring us to the local kelong to eat at nite. The food was fantastic man. Especially the black pepper crabs. And there was another grp having a party there so we were entertained by their attempts to sing and dance. Left for a nearby KTV after dinner. The place was empty and we didnt know how did we end up inside but we tot it wouldnt be nice to leave jus afer the boss had turned on everything for us. So there we were, 3 chinese guys and 2 indonesian guys singing in an empty KTV pub. To make things worse, we didnt noe half the songs they provided. All the oldies from long b4 our time in the southern province of China. I was like murmuring the words cos they were in fan ti. Then the 2 guides picked their own indonesian songs and we were jumping ard to a song we didnt understand jus so we could liven up the atmosphere. Gosh.. Wat a long nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went back to our resort room. Oh btw, we got ourselves a resort room by jus paying 18 bucks more on the 3rd nite. Hahaha. Shiok. This is getting too long. To cut the long story short, we slpt, woke up, ate breakfast, chilled at beach bar. Oohh and we caught 300 on the tv. Cool show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived in spore and Melvin and I cycled to east coast for dinner. Coming home was good. Bintan is too relaxing for me. I need to surf in Bali.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-7539297108032693619?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/7539297108032693619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=7539297108032693619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/7539297108032693619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/7539297108032693619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/06/very-delayed-triathlon-post.html' title='Very delayed triathlon post'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-6619577963561327584</id><published>2008-05-22T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T01:06:04.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woaah</title><content type='html'>Thank you Daryl, Shawn and Guoxi for the guitar. Hahaha. Guess the budget has been set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triathlon on saturday. Saying i'm undertrained is an understatement. Dun think i'll push myself too hard with all the deaths in Sports events recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Endure and Excel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-6619577963561327584?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/6619577963561327584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=6619577963561327584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6619577963561327584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6619577963561327584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/05/woaah.html' title='Woaah'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-2420737698930641860</id><published>2008-05-20T16:50:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T00:55:30.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day to Remember, But Damnit I CAN'T</title><content type='html'>Happy Bday to Me. Turned 21 on Sat. But i'm only blogging now after i've collected my stories from everybody. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok here's wat i rmb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to play soccer with Xav at 2 since they were short of 1. Played for about 20 mins cos everybody was late and i had to leave at 3. Sam had planned to surprise me with some games at my hse at 3 so i had to be home. So anw, picked up Elaine and headed home to wait for them. As expected they were late. Kang, Von and Xueni arrived first. And so the addicts played their favourite game. Hahahha. I have improved. Wahahaha. Von u shld call me Shi Fu now. Here a testimonial from Von herself. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Well, we turned up at 3pm and Elaine was already at KS house. We ended up playing MJ. Ks luck was damn good or maybe it was the seat. Hahaha. And my luck was damn bad. I lose like 100 plus. Can faint."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all can see, she's a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sore loser&lt;/span&gt;. Kana block by me den say blame my luck and seat. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hahahhahahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting came after awhile and she and Elaine were stoning ard. Den Sam, Alex, Chiewyee, Kah Hong and Andy came holding a giant banner. Hahaha. Thanks for the banner guys. Nice panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so Wanting took over my seat at the mj table while i went to entertain the rest who jus came. Apparently Kang Kang gt scolded by Elaine. Shit i missed tt. I think i missed a lot that day. Hahahhaha. Von: "&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And Elaine seems like a really nice person and she is quite funny. Kang was like scolding her and she slapped Kang's legs. HAHAHA. Orbi man Kang! Super funny! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so the BBQ started and everybody started arriving. Was damn busy with i dunno wat. Was jus running everywhere. Luckily Kang Kang and the rest were bbqing. Guess u'll be busy when its ur party. Like how Wanting was running everywhere when it was her party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just before cutting cake i rmb Alison asking Carmen and Charmaine to go get everybody. I quote &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alison : "Go and call everybody hurry. You can scream."&lt;/span&gt; Hahahhahahha. Its so sad that they have to be given permission to scream cos i think they really love to scream. And i rmb Carmen hiding her smile when Xav finally said she was cuter than Charmaine after Chiewyee kept saying Charmaine was cuter. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fast Fwd:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending Elaine, Eugene and ZP back home i went back to accept the challenge of the 2 cans of beers set up by the PTIs. I bet Jianling is the mastermind. And the beer Sam bought sucks. I think after drinking the brand of beer he recommended, its safe to say that our taste in everything - clothes, food, drinks etc. - differ totally. And i haven eaten much and after another 2 cups of baileys i was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now everything from here on is a blur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the grass puking. Water being splashed over me. Alex and Gang were up at my hse before all this happened to prepare waterbombs. And when the PTIs had carried me back to my void deck after some time of puking, they were ambushed and waterbombs were flung everywhere. I don't rmb any water bombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"U fell down a lot of times."&lt;/span&gt; Probably explains the unknown pains on my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"U were rolling and crawling ard on the grass."&lt;/span&gt; What was i doing??? Leopard crawl ah. Why my elbow gt scratches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Xav was in the shower with you helping u bathe."&lt;/span&gt; And finally something i don't wan to rmb, but i find tt there's an image of xav naked in my head. AHhHHH!!! Thankfully its blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bathing i rmb playing board games with Alex and gang. Think i took over for Chiewyee when she went to bathe. Guess that pretty much ended the board game for them. Hahaha.. I was randomly flying ppl who weren't even in the deal. And tt was the end of the nite for me........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early next morn, stomach sore from the alcohol. Found Xav slping on the balcony. Melvin, Jian Xue and Xav left after breakfast but Alex Sam and Kah Hong stayed on for awhile telling me horror stories of the nite b4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everybody who turned up. Especially Elaine since u were all alone. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Xavier, Jianling, Jackson, Kelin, Joshua, Herwan, Wei Jian, Julian and Timothy for the Zara Wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jianxue and Melvin for the bottle of oil. Looking fwd to using it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Boon for 20 bucks? Hahaha. Sry i KP u. I dun mind 20 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Elaine for turning up. And u mentioned a pillow? I'll get it tmr u lazy gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Von, Kang Kang, Xueni, Wanting, Chunting, Edric, Aaron for reimbursing my Oakley Hahahaha. ( I think i missed out some ppl. Von tell me who i missed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Eugene and Zhang Pei for the wine. Have fun having ur own mini BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Weiqi, Lingzhi and Bel for the shirt and the car. Eh Weiqi, you went to practise ur PETS workbook the Penmanship is it. Can call you Small Words alrd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Xiu Xing, Ziyi and Charlotte for the Chewing Gum thing and the book voucher. I think someone ate the chewing gum though. I couldnt find it when i woke up. So sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Kah Hong for the red wallet. Great gift though i may never have the courage to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Daryl, Guoxi and Shawn for ______. (The present has yet to arrive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally Thank you Alex, Sam, Chiewyee and Andy for the banner. Think you guys must have spent a lot of time on it. Nice panda. Thanks guys. And the Chocolate too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting my favourite cousins Alison and Chow and their cute daughters Carmen and Charmaine for the cake and entertaining my frens. I think kids at a party break the ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of cos my parents and sis who din make a big fuss abt the state of the house when it was all over. 我要谢谢我的爸爸, 妈妈, 妹妹. 没有他们我就不会有今天.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ps: If i've forgotten u, it means u forgot to give me a present. Hahahah. Ok jus kidding. Do tell me so i can add ur name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-2420737698930641860?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/2420737698930641860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=2420737698930641860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/2420737698930641860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/2420737698930641860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-to-remember-but-damnit-i-cant.html' title='A Day to Remember, But Damnit I CAN&apos;T'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-7612008862178687335</id><published>2008-05-15T21:45:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T01:00:49.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>Whoever said like father like son obviously didn't noe wat he was talking abt man. I'm turning into my mum, cleaning for fun. I'm a cleanliness freak. Ahh.. She raised me well. My mum would be proud. Started out as an attempt to clear the drumset into somewhere out of sight. So after looong minutes of sitting on the chair and forming mind maps in my head, I had a plan. And it resulted in a massive effort of spring cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started with the top 2 cabinets. I haven touched them for as long as i remembered and i tot since i was packing everything, i might as well do a good job. And so i took out everything(Seriously everything. Even unscrewed the cabinet doors) so that i could wipe them clean. Den i did so for the rest of the shelves and cabinets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Self Discovery: I'm a perfectionist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after 2 intensive weeks of mum-like cleaning and throwing out stuff, I've finally managed to moved my drumset in 1 of the cabinets. Next would be wat to do with the empty space there. I was thinking beanbag. Or maybe get some nice cushions and a rug. So i can put them away when not in use. Storage for beanbag is a problem. Another one would be a tall coffee table. Think it would sit well at the foot of my bed. Sitting there looking out of the window would be quite nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daryl had some nice ideas though. Place a nice guitar there. Looks good even if i don't play. Btw, cheer up dude. U're doing great. 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Believe it. We caught a mermaid. She bit Jian Xue's finger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-7612008862178687335?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/7612008862178687335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=7612008862178687335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/7612008862178687335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/7612008862178687335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/05/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vnSJo0c0fo/SCxh78RxwaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uc8HahPRo20/s72-c/CIMG0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-8966347627220299029</id><published>2008-05-13T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:53:11.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revamp</title><content type='html'>Thought it was time for a change. Chanced upon this layout awhile ago and immediatly felt i needed to have it. Still messing around with html though, so its still a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody keen on a surfing holiday? It says aspiring surfer on the right now. Hope to change it to surfer dude soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Was talking to Don today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[D][O][N]- Good Morning, This is Captain speaking, Welcome aboard to A380 Singapore Airline flying to Japan, Tokyo. :) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;wow.. u damn sporty la.. every activity u do is relating to sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that i'm sporty. Be it ball games or lifestyle sports, there's jus something that sooths your mind after working out the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your aching muscles cry out gently everytime you move.&lt;br /&gt;A peculiar feeling of tiredness which puts a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;Approaching your door, you're glad you're finally home.&lt;br /&gt;Walking towards your bed, you drop your baggage on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;And finally curling up in your bed knowing you'll have a good night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And that's my life for u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-8966347627220299029?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/8966347627220299029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=8966347627220299029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/8966347627220299029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/8966347627220299029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/05/revamp.html' title='Revamp'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-2419458046501240355</id><published>2008-05-12T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:57:12.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming alongside fishes</title><content type='html'>Back from Tioman. Diving was awesome man. Was still feeling sian on Friday night while heading down to Lavender to meet up. Maybe cos I was shagged from the previous few days. Boarded a mini bus after dinner. Was hoping for Grassland Fast Car, but no such luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Johor at abt 9 plus where we stopped at Shell for a break. Was comtemplating whether to buy anything tt we didnt need jus cos its cheap. Hahahah.. Hit the roads again. We were headed towards Mersing to spend the nite before taking the ferry over to Tioman the next day. The road there looked jus like those in Initial D. Dark with only 1 lane. The mini bus we were in looked like the one Itsuki/Ah Mu drove to race with Sean Yue. Our driver was recklessly good though. Reached Mersing in about 2 hrs. The hungry us went looking for some food after unpacking. As usual Sam was commenting about the food. Hahaha.. But the food at the  roadsides stalls were quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw on to the main event. Woooo.. Saturday morn. Boarded the ferry after breakfast. Had to stay at the harbour for quite some time becos it was low tide and the ferry couldnt get out. Entertained ourselves by arguing about nonsense and telling lame jokes and questions. My favourite was "A guy dancing Hip Hop on a tree. Guess a Chinese Character." Tag the answer to win a prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached Paya Beach Resort. According to SY, its the more peaceful side of the island. The other side called Selang is where the crowd is. We were alrd behind schedule cos of the low tide so we put our things down and went for our first open water dive. Shiok. Doing everything on the boat was really different. Enjoying the cool wind blowing in ur face. Awesome man. Self Discovery: I get seasick. Crap. And i puked some yellow stuff out. Ate the seasick pill after lunch though. Miracle pill. And i was able to enjoy the boat ride again. Thank God for Pharmacists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water at our first dive side was awesome man. Clear. We had to do our skills test for our first dive and while kneeling down a fish actually came quite close to look at me in the face probably thinking if it could nibble on this huge creature and not get eaten. Then it swam away when i tried to grab it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 2nd dive was the best though. Saw a turtle digging thru the corals with his head. Looked damn cute with his head going in and out. We have all decided that divers need sticks to disturb the fishes. I'm gonna get a damn long pointer to poke the fishes next time. SY managed to get a few clown fishes to swim in circles when he twirled his rod (Don't think dirty) around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic wkend. Shall upload the photos soon. Diving again soon guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-2419458046501240355?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/2419458046501240355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=2419458046501240355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/2419458046501240355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/2419458046501240355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/05/swimming-alongside-fishes.html' title='Swimming alongside fishes'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-8963838137312247488</id><published>2008-05-09T02:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:16:57.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cool. Got my pair of Oakley half jackey with ruby red lenses. I should probably go back and get the juliet too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-8963838137312247488?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/8963838137312247488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=8963838137312247488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/8963838137312247488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/8963838137312247488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/05/cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-5054788340701076210</id><published>2008-05-04T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:26:21.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAY IS HERE!!!!! WOOO</title><content type='html'>Alright man!! First wkend of May just ended. As I promised myself, the fun begins!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to cover for Daryl in the morning yesterday at the International Furniture Centre. Can't believe they're paying him 7 per hr to count the number of people walking in through the entrance. I sat there for an hour listening to music, reading my PADI dive manual and only 30 people came through. Amazingly, this job pays better than ALL the 5 day week jobs offered to me by Recruit Express. They take way too much commision man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw went to look around the Centre for furniture to revamp my room. Din get any inspiration though. Shall clear my room b4 deciding what to put in the empty spaces. Went for Bak Chou Mee during Daryl's lunchtime. The guy cooking was cooking in the same exact style the Yio Chu Kang guy cooks. YES. There is a style. Their faces makes this constipated look and he holds ladle like he's a surgeon cutting open someone's chest. They even have a porcelin bowl to put the ladle which makes the same noise when they drop the ladle. Think they studied under the same Shaolin Master Chef cos their noodle is awesome. The Yio Chu Kang one is still better though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming lessons after tt. I'm spending so much time in the water i feel like a fish. Going to dive next week, in the water again. Triathlon the week after, in the water again. But i gt my tan and 6 pac back. Yes back. I had it b4. More than once. Wahahaha. Be jealous i just don't get fat. All ready to be a beach boy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting's BBQ after that. Had fun disturbing her baby sister. Hahahah. Kids are fun. U keep disturbing them and they cant find anything to argue back. Only a few of us were there. The rest were either having exams, concerts or jus left in the dark. Wanting has a lot of pretty frens. I should talk to her more and invite all of them to my BBQ since at this moment its 80% guys, and 90% of the gals will be playing mj upstairs thinking they're princesses and waiting for the man-servant( I think it'll most likely be Kang Kang) to bring the food up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for Sam's hse after that. Nice place. Peaceful facing the park. Shiok sofa. Think i'll consider buying 1 in future. Hahah.. Ok Sam. If u get access to internet and happen to read this in Bangkok, remember to buy my alcohol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-5054788340701076210?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/5054788340701076210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=5054788340701076210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/5054788340701076210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/5054788340701076210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-is-here-wooo.html' title='MAY IS HERE!!!!! WOOO'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-4723824489407180484</id><published>2008-04-28T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:31:03.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Sick Sick</title><content type='html'>Crap.. Why am i sick. Must have gotten it from 2 sick ppl. Zzzzz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-4723824489407180484?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/4723824489407180484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=4723824489407180484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/4723824489407180484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/4723824489407180484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/04/sick-sick-sick.html' title='Sick Sick Sick'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-4348482022499617532</id><published>2008-04-23T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:34:52.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Road Bike</title><content type='html'>Cool man. I gt the road bike from Hong Wen. But its pink. Really feel like repainting it. Or as Chiewyee suggests, cover it with black stickers. Anw, thanks Hong Wen for the bike. Rather look gay riding a pink bike than not being able to walk after cycling 42km on a mountain bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for some fitness coach seminar this morn. Boon Keng keep disturbing Melvin. Damn funnny. Should go on another holiday with them man. Bangkok with them was fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-4348482022499617532?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/4348482022499617532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=4348482022499617532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/4348482022499617532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/4348482022499617532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/04/pink-road-bike.html' title='Pink Road Bike'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-2902459068466243935</id><published>2008-04-22T12:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:24:12.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Techno to kick off the day</title><content type='html'>Aweesoommee.. Today is a good day. In the short span of 3 hrs amazing things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo firstly, a party organising company called me to ask if i would like to go down for an interview with them. Finally a job that i actually like, organising parties for kids. Getting paid to play with kids, wat more is there to ask for. Fun comes first. And i think if u're doing something you enjoy, everything else will fall into place. Oh and Aaron if u read my blog, i need u to teach me balloon sclupting. Probably need u to teach me how to spell sclupting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo, den my cousin called to ask me some stuff. Cool. Haven talked to her in a long time. She's now a manager in Capland. I should visit her some time. Haven seen her in awhile man. Used to be my favourite cousin. The only person who took me shopping for bday presents on my bday during the first 15 years of my life. Shld return the favour to her gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOoooooo and it jus so happens that Hong Wen is giving away a free road bike. And i jumped at the offer. So now i got a road bike for my triathlon. My Msn personal message can finally be changed. He actually wanted to give it to me but decided that it would be better that he loaned it to me long term so he could have it back when he wanted it. Fine with me man. Just grateful i don't have to cycle 42 km on my heavy mountain bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wat has techno to kick off the day gt to do with any of these? Well i love techno. Especially Initial D techno. Listening to it in the morn get my spirits up. And when u're high and happy i guess nothing will really get you down and u'll jus attract more good things to come your way. This is the law of attraction. You should all read the book or watch the video of The Secret. Does wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Immotality detaches one from everything and everyone of the mortal world. You do not have to suffer the negative emotions like mortals and you live forever. But being detached from the world, do you really live?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;                                                      - Drunken Immortal (Jackie Chan), The Forbidden Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-2902459068466243935?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/2902459068466243935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=2902459068466243935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/2902459068466243935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/2902459068466243935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/04/techno-to-kick-off-day.html' title='Techno to kick off the day'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-3379302429816633238</id><published>2008-04-21T12:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T12:53:10.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fun filled May</title><content type='html'>3rd May - Wanting's Bday Party&lt;br /&gt;9th May - Diving in Tioman&lt;br /&gt;17th May - Probably should catch some R21 Movie&lt;br /&gt;24th May - Triathlon in Bintan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun need to work alrd la... Hahahahahha.. I'm too happening.&lt;br /&gt;What's more, uni holidays are starting. As I recall, the last uni holidays had me giving up a 2k a month plus commission job cos i wanted to play. Hahahahhaaha.. Wats money when you cant enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the week: Fun comes First&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-3379302429816633238?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/3379302429816633238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=3379302429816633238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/3379302429816633238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/3379302429816633238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-fun-filled-may.html' title='My fun filled May'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-8950973872413376752</id><published>2008-04-20T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:32:50.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To work or not to work</title><content type='html'>I think i got a saving problem. Whether i work or not doesnt matter because my spending is in direct proportion to my income. So far i think i haven worked for like 5 weeks. And i would say i have spent quite little as compared to the time when i was working. After not working for so long, i'm pretty lazy to start work. And none of the jobs really interest me. Bumming is addictive. I wouldnt say its a waste of time because you can learn quite a lot of stuff on the internet.   Boring........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-8950973872413376752?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/8950973872413376752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=8950973872413376752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/8950973872413376752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/8950973872413376752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-work-or-not-to-work.html' title='To work or not to work'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-7900833690311140071</id><published>2008-04-06T21:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:00:08.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking my life away.</title><content type='html'>Reminder to self, buy that nice pair of Reef board shorts at Flash n Splash Citylink. I need to go shopping. B4 that i need a job. And b4 that i need to stop limping around. 4 weeks without a job. Explains the blog posts 2 days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I'm not bored without a job. Tot i would be rotting at home by now. Think i've reached a whole new level of laziness where i don't get bored bumming around. Just looking fwd to May now. There's a plan for every wkend in May. Awesommeeeee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-7900833690311140071?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/7900833690311140071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=7900833690311140071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/7900833690311140071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/7900833690311140071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/04/slacking-my-life-away.html' title='Slacking my life away.'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-5243576474464691370</id><published>2008-04-06T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T01:43:29.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Pooper</title><content type='html'>Oh man.. Leg injured. Can't do anything. Oh and no more chalet. Can't get the cheap one and i dun feel willing to spend 400 bucks on a chalet when i can get 1 which is cheaper and better another day. Though the significance is gone, but i never really had the habit of celebrating my bday anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo and i met my RT men at the specs shop at wheellock jus nw. Hope i get more discount if i buy sunglasses from him. Think its time to start shopping for uni alrd. Lucky for me, i'm going ntu, where wearing t-shirt and shorts is considered to be overdressed. Think i'll jus wear singlet and running shorts. Den i'll buy a nice sweater or jacket if i feel cold. So my expensive outfit would be my jacket. Just buy a really nice one and i can wear it everyday without people saying i have no clothes to wear. Sounds like a good plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-5243576474464691370?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/5243576474464691370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=5243576474464691370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/5243576474464691370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/5243576474464691370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/04/party-pooper.html' title='Party Pooper'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-4471905795539167615</id><published>2008-04-04T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T13:55:05.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fully Booked</title><content type='html'>Wth....... Can't even get a chalet on 17th May. I was wondering yesterday why is that date so popular until i looked at the calendar. Vesak day is on 19th May. And so everywhere is fully booked except Island Resort, which is so expensive i might not even consider it a last resort. So much for throwing a party. Oh well.. Maybe in July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-4471905795539167615?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/4471905795539167615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=4471905795539167615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/4471905795539167615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/4471905795539167615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/04/fully-booked.html' title='Fully Booked'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-2481661031909375135</id><published>2008-04-02T12:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:27:21.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fell face first, drank some water, maybe ate some fishes</title><content type='html'>Yes for those who alrd noe, i went to batam for a day of cable skiing with Daryl, Guoxi and Shawn. It was like a last minute thing actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn msged us on Sunday, "Lets go cable skiing leh. Tuesday i off." I tot it would be like just an impulse thing and the plan would never materialise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Daryl: "Ok. Book alrd. Tmr 830 at harbourfront." Hahahaha! Shiok. So after squashing on monday i went home still thinking "Wah I'm going batam tmr."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morn. Almost overslpt cos i was too lazy to wake up. Fortunately my mum called and woke me up. Met the rest for breakfast at Seah Im foodcentre opposite harbourfront centre which btw is a place for ripoffs and crappy food. I noe there's always better food elsewhere Sam Haha, but luckily this bunch doesnt really bother abt food. Cheap is good. Anw, checked in at the ferry terminal. Its quite high tech now man. Ur boarding pass is now an Ezlink card thing. Just tap it and the gates will open. CoOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferry ride there took about 1 hr. Ok nvm. This is getting draggy. Lets skip to the exciting part.&lt;br /&gt;(Make a Gek Sai face like Hiro in Heroes to travel through time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooo. We're at batam now. Arrived at the place. Its something like a beach house. Just that its facing a pond. So lets call it a pond house. The whole place was empty except for us and this lady who btw i think is damn cool. Talk abt her ltr. So we had the whole place to ourselves and they were blasting music. Really like a resort jus that the place is a bit run down. Good thing with having the whole place to ourselves means that we wont have to look so stupid, cos we're still new to it and also the fact that we don't have to queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright man. Lets get wet. Tried the kneeboard first. Its where u're kneeling down instead of standing up on the board. Not too bad. Got 2 rounds on the first try. Went on to wakeboard after i fell into the water. They have this motorbike to pick u up if fall quite fall from the start point. S-class service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, wakeboard. WOooo. Hahahahhah. Fell like 2 times at the starting point. And after guoxi insulted me i went about 100 metres on the 3rd try. Sporeans cannot praise. Must insult and they'll do better. So my frens, if i insult u, its for your own good. After my success Shawn was next. Daryl could already do it since its his 2nd time there. I think i'm getting naggy. Such things happen when you get older. 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length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e9b6587aee119923&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/2481661031909375135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=2481661031909375135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/2481661031909375135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/2481661031909375135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/04/fell-face-first-drank-some-water-maybe.html' title='Fell face first, drank some water, maybe ate some fishes'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-6024283850133770563</id><published>2008-03-31T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:39:28.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre tine</title><content type='html'>Here's some russian for everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma inec in ochii tai..&lt;br /&gt;Plange lumea dupa ei..&lt;br /&gt;Ma inec in ochii tai..&lt;br /&gt;Plange lumea dupa ei..&lt;br /&gt;Ma inec in ochii tai..&lt;br /&gt;Plange lumea dupa ei..&lt;br /&gt;Ma inec in ochii tai..&lt;br /&gt;Plange lumea dupa ei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma inec in ochii tai, lal-la-lei..&lt;br /&gt;Plange lumea dupa ei, lal-la-lei..&lt;br /&gt;Esti un inger pe Pamant Despre tine cant si zi zi noapte, lal-la-lei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma inec in ochii tai, lal-la-lei..&lt;br /&gt;Plange lumea dupa ei, lal-la-lei..&lt;br /&gt;Esti un inger pe Pamant Despre tine cant si zi zi noapte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma trezesc cu tine-n gand,&lt;br /&gt;Despre tine vreau sa cant,&lt;br /&gt;Melodia mea de dor,&lt;br /&gt;Care place tuturor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu raspunsi la SMS,&lt;br /&gt;Eu iti scriu atat de des,&lt;br /&gt;Poate m-am purtat urat,&lt;br /&gt;Dar sa stii ca te-am iubit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma inec in ochii tai, lal-la-lei..&lt;br /&gt;Plange lumea dupa ei, lal-la-lei..&lt;br /&gt;Esti un inger pe Pamant Despre tine cant si zi zi noapte, lal-la-lei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma inec in ochii tai, lal-la-lei..&lt;br /&gt;Plange lumea dupa ei, lal-la-lei..&lt;br /&gt;Esti un inger pe Pamant Despre tine cant si zi zi noapte..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca mergi cu mine-n vis,&lt;br /&gt;Am sa te invat sa razi,&lt;br /&gt;Si-am sa-ti cant pana in zori,&lt;br /&gt;Cantecelul meu de dor.. (meu de dor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu raspunsi la SMS,&lt;br /&gt;Eu iti scriu atat de des,&lt;br /&gt;Poate m-am purtat urat.&lt;br /&gt;Dar sa stii ca te-am iubit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma inec in ochii tai, lal-la-lei..&lt;br /&gt;Plange lumea dupa ei, lal-la-lei..&lt;br /&gt;Esti un inger pe Pamant Despre tine cant si zi zi noapte, lal-la-le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma inec in ochii tai, lal-la-lei..&lt;br /&gt;Plange lumea dupa ei, lal-la-lei..&lt;br /&gt;Esti un inger pe Pamant Despre tine cant si zi zi noapte..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-6024283850133770563?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/6024283850133770563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=6024283850133770563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6024283850133770563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6024283850133770563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/03/ma-inec-in-ochii-tai.html' title='Despre tine'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-6566139751101391601</id><published>2008-03-31T02:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T02:49:53.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe...</title><content type='html'>Things get ugly sometimes. Nobody ever wanted it to turn out like this. And when something happens, its like i always say, its never entirely 1 person's fault. Everybody has their role to play in the problem. If tempers could be controlled, if timings were met, if there were no accusations and pointing of fingers, maybe things wouldn't turn out this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we accept people for who they are. And even though we get angry with them for being who they are, we still want them around. Sometimes all we want is a listening ear and not a solution. And when we get someone to listen, we should appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have bad days. Some might live a life of joy without ever seeing the need to get angry, some might be more pessimistic and feel down frequently. What ever a person may be, we should try to accept them for who they are. There was something that made u close frens in the first place, focus on that, instead of always looking at the bad side of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confrontational or avoidance. Like every other thing in life, the key is balance. If you have been doing the same thing over and over and its not working, maybe its time to shift towards the other end a little. Maybe its not you to be confrontational, or u might not want to be a hypocrite and act like nothing is wrong. Balance. U cant always be the one giving way, nor does it always work when u keep forcing your way through. If you don't wan to lose a friend, do something about yourself, because its the only thing you can change. U can try to change the other person, but before you try to change another person, change yourself. That's where your actions make a greater statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head's quite heavy now. Vodka peach gets to you pretty easily. Elaine don't forget you owe me a bday treat. Better start training to eat more now so i can exploit you when my I turn 21. Maybe I'll have 21 pratas. Sounds good. U better start saving. Hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-6566139751101391601?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/6566139751101391601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=6566139751101391601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6566139751101391601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6566139751101391601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/03/maybe.html' title='Maybe...'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-6309000903613472005</id><published>2008-03-24T02:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T02:43:54.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do</title><content type='html'>1. Become Prince of Squash&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn some breakdance stunts&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn to rollerblade without chipping any tooth&lt;br /&gt;4. Maybe get some coaching so I can become Prince of Squash&lt;br /&gt;5. Become Prince of Squash so I can play IVP ( How cool is that man!!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Go to the beach more. Cos its fun.&lt;br /&gt;7. During objective 6, play more volleyball to overthrow the princess of vball.&lt;br /&gt;8. Play some decent tunes on the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;9. Train for triathlon in May. Note to self: START TRAINING!!! You're not as fit as you think.&lt;br /&gt;10. Try to get rid of my 3 minute hotness habit. Otherwise all this is just talk.&lt;br /&gt;11. And in the midst of my hectic schedule, &lt;strong&gt;GET A JOB!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea man. I believe I can do all these!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-6309000903613472005?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/6309000903613472005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=6309000903613472005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6309000903613472005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6309000903613472005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-to-do.html' title='Things to do'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-8211931757827343266</id><published>2008-03-16T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:03:04.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa!!!</title><content type='html'>Alright man.. Long awaited sentosa day finally here. Slpt at 4 the previous nite and still managed to wake up at 10 without the alarm. Maybe cos i was too excited about the trip that i couldnt slp. Usually if there was no alarm i would be slping for 11 hrs?? So it was settled that we would meet at 1 at my hse den we could go down in my car. I think its pretty cool how we always manage to find some way to beat the system to save money whenever we go Sentosa. So the first one was free entry for everybody into sentosa cos we had a room there. Saved 3 bucks for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumped our stuff at the hotel and headed for the beach. Yea u reading must be thinking right nw.. Is this blogger's writing getting lousier cos its supposed to be a fun outing but yet there's nth exciting about his post. And in response to that, i found it boring. Not the happening party that i anticipated, more of a relaxing wkend getaway. But i had fun nevertheless. Just me having too high expectations. So anw, we hit the beach and joined some guys for a game of ultimate frisbee. That was fun man. Played more competitively after that when we met the whole gang. Running on the beach is tiring. Ok.. That was the most happening part of the outing. U can stop reading now if you wan to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat ard to chill after the game. Sam and i wanted to swim in the sea but the other 2 didnt wan to so we went to the hotel pool instead. That lasted another 45 mins b4 we decided to go for dinner. And we tried the Singaporean Job by once again managing to beat the system to get cheap tickets for luge. Luge is damn fun. If you haven tried it, u really need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A couple of nice turns on the way down by Bam and Sam. Oohh.. Did i just see a little drift there?? The slight drizzle makes the race so much more interesting. And they're equal out of the turn. OH BAM IS PULLING AWAY. Human obstacles in front. Oh and Bam jams on his brakes while Sam speeds thru the obstacles. Tough luck for Bam today."&lt;/em&gt; Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was jus practising service for volleyball. Getting the volley out was hard. Den there was basketball. Unable to show the full extent of my mediocre skills cos playing barefooted. Will thrash you guys another day. Gd wkend i would say. Gd luck for your enlistment alex, and lighten up about ur new posting ziyi. As for me, i need a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-8211931757827343266?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/8211931757827343266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=8211931757827343266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/8211931757827343266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/8211931757827343266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/03/sentosa.html' title='Sentosa!!!'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-534891631925746623</id><published>2008-03-09T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:54:33.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Jobless.. Shiok!!</title><content type='html'>Yea man.. The holidays are here. School holidays, meaning my holidays too. Oh, and i quit relief teaching.. Meaning long holidays.. WOOOOOOO!!! Was kind of sad leaving the school on friday, knowing i wont be seeing the kids and some teachers anymore. Even though most of them drove me up the wall, there were some tt really made an impression on me. Will miss them.. And of cos the teachers too. All of them were really nice to me and i must mention Mdm Low. Really great person, great teacher. Even as a teacher's aid i enjoyed her lesson. For those who dunno wats a teacher's aid, its my job. I'm supposed to be in class with any teacher who needs help controlling a class so that the lesson can run smoothly. So while the teacher is teaching, i'll be walking ard asking the students to stop talking and pay attention. I was always looking forward to Mdm Low's english lessons. And english lessons were one of the few times i enjoyed my job of asking students to keep quiet becos i really wanted them to keep quiet so that i could listen to Mdm Low's stories. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the school quietly on friday. Quietly meaning letting as few ppl as possible noe it was my last day. I just dun wan everybody to make a big fuss out of me leaving especially nt the students. I dont' like goodbyes.. They're jus sad.... So yea.. Maybe it wasnt so nice.. Cos i defintely would have wanted to say goodbye to anybody who was going to leave. But oh well.. Tt was friday.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Peiyu's Bday party yesterday. Hope you like your presents Peiyu. And get well soon. The party was fun. Had fun playing wif her cousin.. Hahah.. Zi Yang is damn cute.. And i'm his best fren.. Von u're a 魔鬼, 妖怪 or wateva he called u last nite man.. You damn lousy.. Kana suan by a small boy.. HAHAHHAHAH!! I think i'm great with kids man.. Shit is this a sign i should be a teacher. Cos i really dun wanna be one.. Not that i mind teaching or anything. But i would just prefer to have fun with kids rather than scold them which would be something i would have to do if i became a teacher. Those of you who think i can be a teacher who doesnt scold, think again man..... You have no idea. Try applying to be a relief teacher. You'll see what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Von and Kang Kang to Sembawang. Then went to Dhoby to meet Alex and gang. There was a live band playing at Ben and Jerry's. I must say the singer was quite good. Lousy crowd though. Think the band must have felt quite bored. It was like talking to themselves. Was supposed to watch movie but couldnt agree on anything so we went to play lan instead while Chiewyee and Ziyi went home. And before i forget, i used up a quarter tank of petrol yesterday. WTH man............ Driving is getting expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're supposed to have some great thing planned for next week. Hopefully its nt jus all talk. Oh wait.. I think its all talk since Ziyi has just told me he has to help wif commisioning parade next wkend. Boring.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-534891631925746623?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/534891631925746623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=534891631925746623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/534891631925746623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/534891631925746623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-jobless-shiok.html' title='I&apos;m Jobless.. Shiok!!'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-2414003228819529166</id><published>2008-02-24T13:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T14:39:56.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly updates on my happening life</title><content type='html'>So i'm blogging once a week now. Too lazy to do it on the weekdays cos i'm always tired on weekdays. Slping 4 hrs every nite. If i'm lucky i might get an additional hour in sch. And i'm training everyday after school now. I have my 6 pac la.. U guys are blind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with the PTIs on Friday. Met them for lunch at 1 plus and talked till 4 plus 5. Guys talk a lot of too so its not just a gal thing. Went to Pasir Ris Park with the usual 4. I think we can call ourselves that now. It has been just the 4 of us for a few outings alrd. Went there with the purpose of accompanying chiewyee. But got bored after awhile since she was walking ahead, didn't seem like she needed our company so we went off to cycle. Pasir Ris Park playground is fun man. All the spinning discs and UFOs and kids, its fun being a kid. I seem to recall being there with Sam and some others before, and its like everytime we go there we're playing with kids. And the kids love us. Are we really turning 21 this year. I feel so old. Time to grow a moustache and play chinese chess in the void deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Samtosa after Pasir Ris. Martin joined us for Samtosa. I got to say, the pool water is really dirty. Doesnt matter if there're floating particles around, but the water was oily. Either there was an oil spill or some really fat guy was squeezing his fats in the jacuzzi. Even as i'm typing this, i feel my whole body oily. I bathe when i reached home last nite and even dettol could not get rid of the oil. Maybe its cos i took such a long time to bathe after swimming. Which btw is due to ziyi irritating chiewyee and chiewyee just not wanting to let ziyi have his way. So the innocent parties, me and sam were tortured with their shieks and screams and threats of affectionate 'favours' which apparently is a bad thing for both of them. Best part is, they went on for 2 hrs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids really do have the most fun. The mature ppl on the deck chairs next to them are the ones suffering. I was prepared to take a bus home in the morn when chiewyee made a run for it. Hahaha.. Thanks for the ride chiewyee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks. Tune in next week for more adventures. I'm gonna bathe now and attempt to remove the oil stuck to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-2414003228819529166?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/2414003228819529166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=2414003228819529166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/2414003228819529166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/2414003228819529166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/02/weekly-updates-on-my-happening-life.html' title='Weekly updates on my happening life'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-2661530345917843126</id><published>2008-02-16T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T16:25:13.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy and Paste Wahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Today Valentine's day. Happy V day to everyone.. Shall send a message to all my dears and darlings later. Haha. Since today is V day, talk abit on love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There's a difference between like and love. I rarely use love because I think with love comes great responsibility. When you love a person, you care a lot for that person. And this care and concern and what nots, goes beyond what you can ever imagine. Liking someone is simple. You either like or you don't. But love comprises of many many other more things that you will only want to commit yourself to when you truly love someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Love, I think sometimes you can't explain why you love someone. Sometimes, you just love somone a lot. Overwhelmed with emotions for this person. When the person smile, you feel happy too. Whether or not, that smile was for you or because of you. And when the person frowns or become upset, you feel sad. From within. You feel like you will abandon everything else just to exchange for a smile from that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you love someone, you could be doing nothing with the person yet deep within you, you feel very xin fu, very blissful, very blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you love someone, you will not do anything to hurt them. You want them to be happy and never upset. Hence, you give in. To an extent that you never thought you would. But just because you love this person, you will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you love someone, you hope you can proclaim to the whole world how much you like this person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you love someone a lot, I think you will find yourself missing this person a lot. And always thinking of that special someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you love someone, even when you are right beside this person, somehow you find yourself missing this person a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you love someone, you are willing to change for that someone. Totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you love someone, there can be two extremes. One is (I learn from KS) your expectation of this person becomes much higher. Way higher than you would expect from a friend. Two is you become extremely forgiving towards this person. A friend may do something similar and you won't like it but now because it's by this special someone, you will just smile it away and it doesn't matter at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you love someone, you find yourself being unable to be upset with this person. Somehow, everything he/she does is right. You find millions of excuses for him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you love someone, you find yourself starting to be more expressive of your own feelings. You tend to tell the person, you miss the person or you love the person. Something you won't do with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you love someone, you just love. No questions asked. No strings attached. You just fall in love. So much so that you often wonder to yourself why you love this person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you love someone, even though deep down you know this person is not perfect, this person somehow just seem so perfect in your eyes. 情人眼里出西施。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you love someone, everything that person says matters to you. Everything that person feels means so much to you. You feel like eliminating all the possible negative emotions in the person's heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you love someone, you care about what they feel. You take better care of yourself because now you are not only responsible for yourself, but also for that someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you love someone, you just want to do everything for this person. You do everything to make this person happy. You do everything you can, within your means to please this person. Cause all you want is that person to be truly happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you love someone, you will think that you found happiness when you found that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you truly love someone, it doesn't really matter who loves who more. In your mind, all that matters is that the feeling is mutual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you love, you love unconditionally. That's true love. You just love without asking for anything in return. You won't do anything to hurt this person. Cause hurting this person is the last thing you'll ever want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You know people always say that when you are in love you look different. I think it's because of the joy that comes with love. You become happier. You smile more naturally and often. And when a person is happy, they glow. Glow with joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Loving you.. is easy cause you're beautiful. Nice song, but I think beautiful in this sense doesn't just mean pretty or handsome. No matter how the person looks, when you fall in love with that person, the person naturally becomes beautiful to you. That's why loving someone is just so simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Love is a magical thing. You don't know when it comes. You don't know how it comes about. It just comes and catch you unaware. By the time you know you are in love, you probably have been in it for a long while. And you are often puzzled by why you love this person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Through love, you'll learn more about yourself. You learn that maybe you are capable of many great things. You learn that everyone you see is actually a person filled with tons and tons of emotions. It's just whether or not they have met the person that's able to make them reveal their emotions. Through love, you learn that you are able to love and be loved. You find yourself full of love because you're giving love and receiving love. It is in giving that you receive more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My sentiments exactly. Thanks Von Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-2661530345917843126?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/2661530345917843126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=2661530345917843126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/2661530345917843126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/2661530345917843126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/02/copy-and-paste-wahahaha.html' title='Copy and Paste Wahahaha'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-6836218355237388821</id><published>2008-02-10T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:46:33.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking new records</title><content type='html'>Haven blogged in awhile.. Haven't found the time or energy to do so. It has been a crazy week. With some crazy people. Its Chinese New Year week!! And that means holidays. And this year we get a 5 day break. Tts almost 1 week. So shiok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been out with this bunch of crazy frens like almost everyday this week. And every time we meet we're trying to stay out later and longer. Started wif the day b4 CNY eve. Went to Chiewy's hse to play I'm the Boss. Yes.. we bought the game so we no longer have to go to Minds to play it. Hahaha.. Cost us 70 bucks. Actually it cost me 40 bucks, Sam 20 and Chiewy 10. I think i'm spending way too much money. Some ppl still owe me money, better return!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i think we have broken a new record. From 6pm on 09/02/2008 to 8 pm 10/02/2008.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we're always trying to outdo our last record of staying out everytime we meet. Haven slpt in more than 30 hrs nw. And Sam is spreading this deadly epidemic around causing everybody to fall sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to send Sek off on the 9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Sek,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take care my fren. Study hard, don't party too much. You should have reached Aussie by now. U missed all the fun we had last nite. But its not the same without you too. Playing I'm the Boss without Sacks is not fun.. Especially with all the traitors and uneven alliances. Hope you settle down fast and start planning our surfing holiday in Aussie. All the best man. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the crazy norturnal gang in Spore which currently has 5 permanent members - Me, Alex, Sam, Ziyi and Chiewy. More will join our club. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortune and Predictions for CNY : You will experience a severe lack of slp this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-6836218355237388821?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/6836218355237388821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=6836218355237388821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6836218355237388821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6836218355237388821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/02/breaking-new-records.html' title='Breaking new records'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-3541962440029718438</id><published>2008-02-02T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T14:29:20.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays</title><content type='html'>What a friday! Started with school. I gave my fellow relief teachers some love letters for cny. And i realised i'm damn popular with them now. HAHA!! But that wasn't my intention la.. I jus wanted to buy something for them cos they've been really nice to me. Moving on to my students, finally there's peace and quiet in my sec 2 classes. Not because i scolded them, but because they were having their class tests. At least i got to experience them being silent before i stopped teaching them. The teacher whom i'm relieving was back yesterday too. Handed everything over to him, which meant that i have no hmwk this wkend. Wahahaha.. But it also means no more fun interactions with the kids. Yea sure they drove me crazy, but i really enjoyed talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to Queensway with sek to get shoes. Cool i love my new shoes. I love the 40 bucks discount even more. &lt;em&gt;(Price of shoe - $79)&lt;/em&gt; While i was changing in the Queensway toilet, my phone dropped into the toilet bowl. AHHHHHH!!! Have you had one of those moments where you didn't know what to do but if you kept stoning there you know it'll get worse. So guess what................ My hand went into the toilet bowl. BUT! But, I thankful there wasnt solid stuff in there, and that the water didn't look yellow to me. There was some shit on the rim though. Lucky my phone din hit it on the way down. And lucky for me, my plan expires next week so i can get a new phone. Moral of story - Things aren't always bad as they seem. You might be in the position where shit comes your way, get out of there fast and be thankful you don't have to go through worse Shit. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Headed to Far East Plaza to get a haircut after that. Waited for like close to 2 hrs for my turn cos we din make an apptment. And i don't really like my new haircut. I realised its not how good the hairstylist is, but if they know what you wan, and if you can make them understand what you want. Think i'm sticking to Braddell. Cheap and good. &lt;em&gt;(Price of haircut i din like - $27)&lt;/em&gt; We parked at some hotel opposite Far East. What a ripoff for the parking fee man!! The carpark was so rundown so cramp so old like it survived World War 2, and they freaking charged me 8 bucks for 3 hrs. What a waste of money. &lt;em&gt;(Price of leaving my car in a dump - $8)&lt;/em&gt; And so to cut cost, i parked at Sunshine Plaza. $2 per entry after 5pm. &lt;em&gt;(Price of shifting my car from dump to a better carpark - $2)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next program - Rocking the World. Took NEL to Chinatown to meet Martin. As usual we wasted a lot of time preparing. When we were ready, there was just 1.5 hrs left from the 3 hrs we booked. It was fun. Playing better than last week, but still noob. See.. i don't always praise myself. &lt;em&gt;(Price for training to become a superstar - $15)&lt;/em&gt; Bet you would now think the nite is over. Hahaha.. Its not. Went to meet the rest at minds for some boardgames. I think they should have round tables there. Its hard to play games with their long tables when you got more than 6 people. &lt;em&gt;( Price of minds - $16) &lt;/em&gt;Headed to cine for Sweeny todd. It was a musical. Listening to the songs, i fell aslp in the first 5 mins of the show. But i still the story. Amazing. Woke up at all the essential parts. Or rather, the essential parts were loud enough to wake me.&lt;em&gt; (Price of movie - $10) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Total Spent on an amazing friday = $157 + 1 Samsung Phone + Many litres of handsoap + Many Litres of Petrol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cost of time well spent = Priceless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Total amount of money saved = Priceless - $157 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think i saved quite a lot. And you know what they all say. I have mastercard, but there're some things money can't buy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent everybody back home after the movie and i slpt at 7. What a day.. And its sat. I got a feeling today is going to be the same. Bday party, reunion dinner, meeting the rest at nite. AWESOME LA!!!! I love my wkends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-3541962440029718438?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/3541962440029718438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=3541962440029718438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/3541962440029718438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/3541962440029718438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/02/fridays.html' title='Fridays'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-5673837296283364969</id><published>2008-01-30T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T00:23:10.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My students</title><content type='html'>What an eventful wednesday. Wednesday is my longest day. There are 7 periods of lessons everyday, and on wednesday, i have 6 periods. My busiest day. Secondary 1 classes are easier to handle compared to sec 2 classes. They still have the pri sch mentality, which means if u shout in their faces they'll listen. Special mention to this boy in one of my sec 1 classes. He really makes me wanna laugh even though he pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sec 1 boy ( no names here)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is constantly bullied by the rest of the class. Maybe because the rest of the class feels that his reaction is so funny that they have to bully him to have a good laugh. 2 days ago, i scolded him for constantly laughing in class. I pulled him out of the class to scold him, i shouted at him, but he just kept insisting that something his classmates wrote was so funny that he cant stop laughing. I got pissed and asked him to stop laughing immediatly. But he couldn't. HAHAHAHA! So there i was staring at him looking at him trying to stop laughing, so he was banging his head and looking frustrated saying " why cant i get it out of my head". And den laughing all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, i gt pissed with the class again. Its no big deal really, i'm pissed when i go into every lesson everyday. I'm fine the moment i walk out. Anw, so today, i refused to let him go to the toilet. Apparently he was quite urgent. So the whole class was bullying him again, making the 'shhhhh' sound to get him to pee in his pants. When i threatened the whole class not to make another noise, there was peace for 1 min, before he disrupted my lesson with his talking and laughter. When i demanded a reason for his laughter, he showed me a piece of paper which was passed to him with the words &lt;em&gt;'shhhhhhhh' &lt;/em&gt;written on it. HAHAHAHA!! Seriously he cracks me up. I would love to laugh with them, but still got to put up an act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2E5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for 2E5, my form class for these few weeks. They're the rowdiest of my classes. But still my favourite. Class today was as usual very rowdy. But i allowed them to do their own things after i finished teaching. Which usually meant class party with the guys playing chinese chess in 1 corner, balls of paper flying around the classroom, another bunch of girls hugging in another corner and a lot of them surrounding my table screaming at the top of their voices. So today, 1 of the girls pissed me off. And she started singing to maybe attempt to cool me down. And i dunno why but i just laughed. So another girl pissed me off, and the first gal told her to sing to me. Like wth. So there i was laughing when both of them started singing in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching is tough. U need a lot of passion to teach. But there's nothing like having kids brighten up your day with their teenage problems. Quiet classes are nice to teach. But rowdy classes have the most fun. Maybe i can say this becos the responsibility of their grades will soon be handed back to their teacher. Its the different characters you meet in class that makes the job fun. Sure, i lose more of my voice each day scolding these trouble makers, but well, they're funny. Kids really do have the most fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-5673837296283364969?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/5673837296283364969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=5673837296283364969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/5673837296283364969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/5673837296283364969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-students.html' title='My students'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-1335292321203201225</id><published>2008-01-29T18:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T19:06:25.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempura prawns!!!</title><content type='html'>Now don't get the wrong idea... I'm not crazy over the prawns. Just mad at the fact that one of my neighbours rang the doorbell like a MILLON TIMES, woke me up from a deep sleep, interrupted a sweet dream which i have no memory of at this point of time, JUST! just to give my dad tempura prawns!!!!!!!!!! And for those who remember what my doorbell sounds like, its damn irritating, especially when u're trying to slp. And in my state of shock, she went on about how i tell should relay the instructions for cooking the prawns to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might sound freaking pissed, but thanks for the prawns Mrs Chea. Nice lady, friendly neighbour. Need more of such people around. For me, I just hate to wake up. Every morn its the same, i wake up feeling pissed, wanting to go back to slp. The only person who can attempt to wake me up without me making a fuss is my dad. Maybe cos he's always been the one doing it. Yes.. My dad still wakes me every morn. I am blessed, &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; spoilt, for those who're jumping to conclusions about me. If my mum is the one waking me, i'm sure it'll end up in an arguement. She just thinks making a lot of noise will wake me up. And all the shouting and nagging just doesnt work for me in the mornings. I need peace and quiet in the mornings. I can take whatever nonsense thrown at me after i'm fully awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-1335292321203201225?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/1335292321203201225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=1335292321203201225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/1335292321203201225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/1335292321203201225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/01/tempura-prawns.html' title='Tempura prawns!!!'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-7586028562116735269</id><published>2008-01-27T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T11:53:21.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>Been lazy to blog for the whole week. Bet everybody missed me posting. Haha... My kids having their common test next week. But it seems like the teacher is the only one who's worried. They can still play afool in class, not listen in lessons, don't bother to hand up homework. Seems like a reflection of myself in secondary school. But den again, i'm smart and talented so its ok. Wahahahaha. Got to think of some ways to wake these kids up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went jamming on friday. Haven't touch the drums since before NS. Damn noob now. But it was fun. We're doing it again next week. Hopefully i get it back. Our band name is called The Buay Gan. It means The Cannot Make It. How inspirational. But Sek's leaving for Aussie in 2 weeks. That's one person down. Alex is enlisting in march, another down. Wkends nowadays are always spent with them. Which is great cos mj gang is busy studying in uni. Supposed to meet next week for Kang's Bday next week. Crap. 3 impt events on the same day when normally i gt nothing else better to do. Kang's Bday, Sek's sending off party and CNY dinner. Think i've alrd chosen which one to go to. Sorry to disappoint you Kang Kang. Might miss out on some ang poas too but i could always visit my relatives during CNY. Yep think sending off my longest known fren is more impt. Not that Kang's bday or meeting my relatives is not. Well i just had to make a choice, i'm sure u guys will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the most fearful thing about growing is knowing that our choices will affect our lives greatly. As kids, we had our parents decide for us whether we like it or not. But as you grow up, you get more freedom and you get to make those impt decisions yourself. I appreciate that freedom of choice. Shows who u are as a person, shows wat u value most in your life. Not every decision made will be a good one, but its a choice made by you as a person. If you regret your decision, den you change your character as a person. And you don't make the same mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it for 3 years, i still haven't decided wat course i wanna go into. Some might say i'm fickle and indecisive. But if i have 3 years to think about it, i'm gonna take 3 years to think about it la! No point making a rash decision and end up regreting it. Society changes constantly and to fit it we have to change as well, change our way of thinking, our way of life and our education. I hate making decisions, because i noe i don't have all the necessary knowledge to make the best one. And asking most people about what they think usually results in biased opinions cos they always think what they choose is the best. Might be the best for them, but not me. So oh well.. Guess i'm on my own. Just another month before the A lvl results are released. Another month to think about my course. Still long la.. Hahaha.. But no matter wat i choose, i'll try to be happy wif it. So far my life has turned out pretty well. Even though some people keep saying i complain a lot haha.. But i complain just for the fun of it la.. I noe my life is good. I just like to make it more exciting by emphasizing on the negative stuff. Even fairy tales have dark parts in their stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are defined by the choices we make.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-7586028562116735269?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/7586028562116735269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=7586028562116735269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/7586028562116735269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/7586028562116735269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/01/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-1126948039804286343</id><published>2008-01-21T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T15:21:09.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm home early</title><content type='html'>Wahahahahaha! I'm home early. Finally no more napfa. Although napfa was seriously good money. But anw, new objective, train my 6 pac for cafe del mar. Going to swim nw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-1126948039804286343?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/1126948039804286343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=1126948039804286343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/1126948039804286343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/1126948039804286343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-home-early.html' title='I&apos;m home early'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-966204327286051817</id><published>2008-01-15T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:34:48.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>生在福中不知福</title><content type='html'>Bathing is a good time to think about stuff. Was just thinking do i dislike my job, or do i just dislike working cos i've slacked for too long. I still don't have the answer, perhaps in a few weeks time i will. Hope its the latter, cos i still find some satisfaction in teaching the kids. I still like teaching and helping those who really wanna learn. Its just the few trouble makers in the class that make me hate entering that class. And also the waking up early part, which i think i'll slowly get used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been rather busy these 2 weeks. Tiring 2 weeks for me, just looking forward to the wkends. Go to school in the morn, conduct NAPFA at Republic Poly in the afternoons. Its tough earning your own keep. But dunno what i'm complaining about. There are a few people out there who do not have enough money to spend, can't pay their handphone bills and they're still so jovial. I, holding a slack relief teaching job and NAPFA lobang, with good working hours and 'good' pay, complain so much. K. Starting tmr, no more complaining about job. Only complaining about kids. Cos they piss me off. Last week for NAPFA. $40 to conduct NAPFA for less than 10 people is really good money. But i'm still looking foward to next week. Next week no NAPFA i can come home at 3 for an afternoon nap. Shiok... I love afternoon naps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-966204327286051817?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/966204327286051817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=966204327286051817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/966204327286051817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/966204327286051817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='生在福中不知福'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-7029269969217171549</id><published>2008-01-13T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:46:55.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Blues</title><content type='html'>Haven been blogging recently. Cos i gt a job nw. So for this 2 wks i'm kind of busy. Relief teaching in the morn, conducting napfa in the afternoon. Good money though life kind of sucks nw. I miss slacking. Maybe i've slacked for too long. Think i don't like this job because i'm working alone there. The rest of the teachers are grown ups and even though they're friendly, its not exactly the same as having someone the same age around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 2 today. Stayed out late last nite to celebrate Wanzi bday. Went to play soccer for awhile. It got a bit boring after awhile. So i was feeling sian the whole day. Dreading going to school tmr. Feel like slacking somemore. Having Sunday blues cos tmr i noe tmr i'll be having monday blues. Hahahahaha. The government should come up with 4 day week. 2 days to slack jus isn't enough. Another 7 more months b4 i start school. Tts a bloody long time to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A beautiful sky without anybody to admire with....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-7029269969217171549?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/7029269969217171549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=7029269969217171549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/7029269969217171549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/7029269969217171549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/01/sunday-blues.html' title='Sunday Blues'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-3212831898962498266</id><published>2008-01-09T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T14:47:29.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG</title><content type='html'>Wah i'm damn tired.. Teaching is draining. And i have quite little workload alrd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-3212831898962498266?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/3212831898962498266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=3212831898962498266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/3212831898962498266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/3212831898962498266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/01/shagggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg.html' title='SHAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-6958582892631839701</id><published>2008-01-07T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:06:20.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day at work</title><content type='html'>1st day at work pretty much sucked. Can't believe i sat with kids who had hair problems for 3 hours. 3 hours doing nothing and just looking at them. I went to the canteen like 3 times in 2 hrs. Once a PTI always a PTI. You can always find us at the canteen. I later realised that my role was really just to enforce discipline in the school, which i think i would not be very good at. Cos i'm a NICE GUY. So i was complaining to Mr Chia over one of my many canteen breaks. Den the VP came to join us too. And it just so happens a maths teacher is on long term MC. So starting tmr i'll be teaching maths classes as well as taking his form class. Cool! It might mean more work, but i guess there's a chance to be a nice guy, not just some black face no-nonsense teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its quite cool actually. I alrd noe a few important figures in the school. Mr Chia, Mr Muru and Mr Larry Lee who is there as a student counsellor. I like Mr Larry Lee's job actually. Talking to students as a fren instead of a teacher. Maybe i should really become a counsellor. Wahahahah. I need to copy the arrogant cat here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes to have a black face all day i guess. Though the students don't know that but teachers are people too. And teachers have to have that black face to get some things through to the kids. Some teachers like Mr Muru just got that natural black face. LOL. But he's very nice to the staff though he's fierce with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i have a lot of jobs to do. Help with discipline, teach maths, conduct napfa, and i'm supposed to play drums for Zhang Pei. Crap... Last month i so free don't ask me to do. Now everything come together. But i guess being busy is fun too. I kind of like being busy. A little stress is good. Think my white hairs came about because i'm stressfree. Haha.. Okkkkkk.. Lessons tmr. Hope everything goes well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-6958582892631839701?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/6958582892631839701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=6958582892631839701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6958582892631839701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6958582892631839701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/01/1st-day-at-work.html' title='1st day at work'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-6729019352436473016</id><published>2008-01-06T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T14:28:25.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inter JC Pageant</title><content type='html'>Wahahahahaha.. Went for the Inter-JC Pageant last nite to support Alex. Practised our queue-cutting skills. From about 100 plus people in front of us, Sek and me cut to the front of the crowd. Zai. E pageant started late, at about 830 pm. The contestants danced pretty well. Nothing much to say about the pageant. Hot guys and hotter gals. Alex u're so cool. I wanna walk like you. Wahahahahha. The gals looked much better in person as compared to the photos on the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner after Alex didn't qualify for the final round. So i dunno who won the pageant. The club rules are quite lame. Re-entry gt to queue up whereas new entry can go in. Stupid money-making rules. So if i come out to make a phone call, i gt to queue to go in again? The party started after that. Not a bad nite. With a bunch of crazy guys and the 2 gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper at Lao Pat Sat after that before heading home. Wah Chiew Yee damn nice. She sent everybody back home. Thanks for the lift. But her driving a bit scary. Now that i drive, i damn scared when other people drive. Like i feel everybody else is reckless. Which is quite true. My driving is good. Wahahhahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nite was not over. We decided to have a game of dota. Hahaha.. Post party game. Crazy nite. Wont be having so many of these when i start work and everybody else starts sch. Next one will be cafe del mar b4 Sek flies for Aussie. Anybody wanna come?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-6729019352436473016?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/6729019352436473016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=6729019352436473016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6729019352436473016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6729019352436473016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/01/inter-jc-pageant.html' title='Inter JC Pageant'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-5139348541983558940</id><published>2008-01-04T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T02:30:19.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a job interview this morning. Didn't really feel like an interview. Felt like i was already hired and they were just telling us about the job scope. Cool.. I don't have to go through the hassle of finding a job now. Hope 65 bucks is already with CPF deducted. Otherwise my income will be quite low. I bet all students have wondered what their teachers talk about over lunch. Haha.. they talk cock too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's it for tonite. Can't think. Too much stuff to think about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you want people to understand you, you will tell them about yourself. - Yvonne Ng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-5139348541983558940?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/5139348541983558940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=5139348541983558940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/5139348541983558940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/5139348541983558940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/01/had-job-interview-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-5797753189145089193</id><published>2008-01-02T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T02:12:54.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Post</title><content type='html'>2008 is here. Back to school for all the students. Back to work for those who have jobs and time to start looking for one for those who are like me - free lance haha. So lets see.. what have i done in 2007........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of the time in 2007 i was busy defending the country. Yep, i was in the army as a PTI. It stands for Physical Training Instructor for those of u who don't know. Was accepted into the course in 2006 and passed out as a PTI in August that year. I would say this is the best thing that happened to me. Being a PTI isn't just slacking in army as everybody thinks. Sure we're slack. But i believe i learnt a lot more useful stuff as compared to many others in the other vocations. Stuff that would actually be useful to me as a person and stuff that would be useful to me when i enter society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before being a PTI, i wasn't comfortable talking to large groups of people. I wasn't comfortable talking to strangers. After taking large classes for RT, i gradually overcame my fear and i'm glad to say now that i'm a lot more sociable and a lot more more comfortable talking to people. It isn't just about being able to speak to large groups of people. Its also having enough interesting material when you talk to people. To crack the occasional joke that's actually funny for even 10 people to laugh. Its not something easy to do when you're standing in front of so many people and they're all waiting to hear what you have to say next. I'm thankful i had the chance to learn that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made good frens in the army. Lost contact with most of my BMT and Sispec people but still in contact with the PTIs. Great bunch of people. We like to think we're the elites. I can safely say no other unit will come close to even match AFC's fitness score standards. That's why we're the elites. Wahahaha!!! But anyway, i was saying that i made good frens. Knew most of them from KFCC. Guess the person that made the most impact would have to be Xavier. Great personality, great jokes, great fren. All his lame jokes and bullshit aside, he's really quite mature and his thinkings are really different from those of us who have been influenced by the education system. Another person would be Jianling. Another fun loving person, full of shit but ultimately when it comes down to work, he's serious and responsible. First impression these 2 guys might give to anyone is that they're immature. But see them work and you'll know they're pretty serious in what they do.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One thing i've learnt from them, don't stop having fun just cos u're growing up. Set aside some time to feel like a kid again, to have fun without any worries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are others of cos. So don't feel i'm not giving you credit just cos your name isnt mentioned here. My army life has been quite enriching. It might have been slack but i'm proud of being part of the elites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other significant event was losing my gf. I guess i had it coming. It might have been a bad experience, but i think some good came out of it too. I've grown up a bit more after that incident and i've learnt &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;never to take things for granted&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not your frens, not your loved ones because they chose to stay by you, and they can choose to leave. So cherish them and appreciate them for being there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this blog cos i needed a place to vent my feelings. Although there isnt much to vent nowadays, i still try to blog about certain issues that i feel strongly for. To my loyal fan, thanks for reading my posts and entertaining me. I'll be slping after this posting this k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So has 2007 been a good year for me?? I think i will say Yes. One of the best so far. There has been ups and downs. Lately it has been downs for me and some of the people around me. But to me, it has been a good year because i choose to say it has been good. And now that 2008 is here, things will definitely be better. Happy New Year everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never let growing up get in the way of you having fun. - Kian Siong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-5797753189145089193?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/5797753189145089193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=5797753189145089193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/5797753189145089193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/5797753189145089193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-post.html' title='New Year Post'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-9071897224256250980</id><published>2008-01-01T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T02:39:58.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mysterious thing called "LOVE"</title><content type='html'>My first post of the new year. Just came back from a BBQ with the guys. It was fun. But just felt like somehow there was something missing. Maybe's its a someone not a something. Or maybe its cos i'm feeling cranky today. Anyway, Happy New Year everybody. Was looking through my files when i found this. First meaningful post of the year 2008. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you find yourself in love with someone who does not love you, be gentle with yourself. There is nothing wrong with you. Love just didn't choose to rest in the other person's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find someone else in love with you and you don't love him/her, feel honored that love came and called at your door, but gently refuse the gift you cannot return. Do not take advantage, do not cause pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you deal with love is how you deal with you, and all our hearts feel the same pains and joys, even if our lives and ways are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fall in love with another, and he/she falls in love with you, and then love chooses to leave, do not try to reclaim it or to assess blame, let it go. There is a reason and there is a meaning. You will know in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you don't choose love. Love chooses you. All you can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it comes into your life. Feel the way it fills you to overflowing, then reach out and give it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it back to the person who brought it alive in you.&lt;br /&gt;Give it to others who deem it poor in spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Give it to the world around you in anyway you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is where many lovers go wrong. Having been so long without love, they understand love only as a need. They see their hearts as empty places that will be filled by love, and they begin to look at love as something that flows to them rather than from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first blush of new love is filled to overflowing, but as their love cools, they revert to seeing their love as need. They cease to be someone who generates love and instead become someone who seeks love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They forget that the secret of love is that it is a gift, and that it can be made to grow only by giving it away. Remember this, and keep it to your heart. Love has its own time, its own seasons, and its own reason for coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce it, or reason it into staying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you. But if it chooses to leave from your heart or from the heart of your lover, there is nothing you can do and there is nothing you should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always has been and always will be a mystery. Be glad that it came to live for a moment in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you want to be happy, be."---- Leo Tolstoy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-9071897224256250980?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/9071897224256250980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=9071897224256250980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/9071897224256250980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/9071897224256250980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2008/01/mysterious-thing-called-love.html' title='The Mysterious thing called &quot;LOVE&quot;'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-2597619940126012105</id><published>2007-12-31T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T17:53:47.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Requested</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Yvonne!! May you get GPA 5.0 for every sem and get married soon. Got george, tszlai, kang kang, jian yu to choose from. Just pick one. My shoulders hurt so i'll stop typing now. Stop asking me to write more. Stop pushing my head. Happy New Year's Eve to the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a damn hot day. I hate hot and humid days. U feel sticky all over and u don't produce enough sweat to get rid of the heat. I feel cooler when i'm running in the hot sun.............................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-2597619940126012105?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/2597619940126012105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=2597619940126012105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/2597619940126012105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/2597619940126012105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2007/12/as-requested.html' title='As Requested'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-200814728015627383</id><published>2007-12-29T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T03:42:56.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loyal fan</title><content type='html'>He told me he had fun. Haven't done this in a long time. Think he felt a bit hum ji, a bit awkward but i'm pretty sure it'll go away haha. I was afraid to say the truth becos it would have been quite awkward if they avoided each other. Not afraid anymore cos she's mature enuff to noe that running away does nobody any gd. She's reminds me of me. Must have been influenced by my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-200814728015627383?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/200814728015627383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=200814728015627383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/200814728015627383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/200814728015627383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2007/12/loyal-fan.html' title='Loyal fan'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-265951557380838397</id><published>2007-12-29T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T02:57:59.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>Money it a touchy issue. There's nothing wrong with wanting more money. After all, we all want a good life for ourselves and our loved ones. This is Spore. Standard of living is high. Competition is stiff. Its alright to be greedy once in awhile. Just make sure nobody else suffers for your own personal gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading a few blogs, i realised i'm really quite lucky. I'm not going to mention names here since my blog is still open to the public. I'm not going to pretend i understand what you guys have been thru. All i can say is well done for having lived life so well after all that has happened. My family's not exactly rich. But i suppose i am far luckier than you guys. I have to thank my parents for that. Since young they have kept on reminding me the importance of money and not to waste it on unnecessary items. I might not have followed it religiously but i can at least say that i don't throw money around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i enlisted, i stopped taking money from my dad. Now that i had my own income i didn't want to rely too much on my parents. And right now, after i've orded for close to 2 months, i'm happy to say that i am still surviving on my savings. I really admire those of my frens who are really thrifty. It takes a lot of willpower to tell yourself "i won't buy this cos i don't need it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate rich snobs. Nothing wrong with being rich. Just don't act like u don't give a shit about how much of your parents' money you throw away. Happy to say that so far i don't know anybody like that. Hope i don't appear to be one in anybody's eyes. For all those young punks out there who flaunt your wealth, its your parents' money. You're just lucky your mum gave birth to you. For those adults, you should know that a rich person doesn't need to mention that he's rich, so grow up since i've just called you an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, i think kids nowadays are spoilt. Not to generalise or anything but kids seem to get more and more expensive toys these days. I can assure you that half the students in a Pri 6 class has a better handphone than me. What happened to just being contented with playing monopoly? I remember my most expensive toy at pri sch was a remote control car which costs 50 bucks. And when 1 kid starts showing off to the rest of the class his new handphone, with in-built camera, GPS, touchscreen and a million games including snake 9, you can be sure the rest of the class is going to want it too. Why does a kid need GPS anyway?? Why do adults need GPS? Get a street directory. Its not like you're going to get lost in Singapore. People are getting lazy with increased affluence. Yep.. Me included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discrimination between the rich and poor is pretty obvious. Alrd in my sec sch, those using laptops are set aside from those who can't afford a laptop. Seriously, wth is Hak Boon thinking? Allowing discrimination at pri or sec sch lvl sure makes me hopeful about the future or Spore's society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kid is playing monopoly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-265951557380838397?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/265951557380838397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=265951557380838397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/265951557380838397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/265951557380838397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2007/12/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-6648452620397885069</id><published>2007-12-28T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T11:57:06.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koped</title><content type='html'>Kope this from Xav's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A reminder to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment you want to be somebody, you are no longer free.&lt;br /&gt;i had one of those "oohh-this-statement-makes-so-much-sense!" moments right now after reading this from a blog. it got me thinking about my favourite person : myself ! how guilty am i of wanting to be someone else that i wasn't? hell, now that i think about it, i feel like im in a worse position than TT Durai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few months have been enriching for my self-development. i discovered what i thought were great books, blogs, websites, places to eat. apart from putting on weight, i have developed a big heart for self-development. i learnt a lot of things, picked up a lot of beliefs and made sure to tune in to my emotions on a regular basis. this is not to say that im perfect. i still find myself forgetting all these things that im working so hard to incoporate into my lifestyle from time to time. then i came across this quote 3 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my journey towards self-enrichment and development, i had made a few mistakes. i always thought that bettering yourself was a goodgreat thing! but was it what i really was? one fine example was trying to adopt the beliefs of being an aloof, ice-cool guy who's calm as a rock in the face of adversity. hell, i can pretend to be that, i can do it pretty well sometimes, but it was never a long term form of satisfaction for me. it was a cool persona if anything, but it wasn't really me. many of my close friends can atest to that. i was trying too hard to be someone i would admire, totally forgetting about who i really am and sometimes skipping breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;in a nutshell, my confidence was growing on the wrong foundations, while my self-esteem was getting the passion of christ treatment. was i really that dull and horrible a person that people would not like me for who i really am? do people really not want to hang around a guy who cracks occasional bad jokes and talks about cheeseburgers too often? 3 months ago, i made an effort to... you could say, prostitute my real self to people. and i was amazed. people actually like that, much more in fact, or at least i feel that way, though i still like to pretend that jude law looks like me from time to time. the point is, it doesn't matter what they think. i have been told i am over-friendly, over-confident and overweight at various points of my life but so long as i was pleasing myself (haha ya i know we were all thinking of masturbation, high 5!)i didn't have a care in the world. i love saying nice things and i believe in making the world a better place each day. i still download music illegally sometimes but now i start to buy original CDs as well (but only after theres a discount, sshhh!) but the point here is that im far less worried about people's reactions now. and i have to stop side-tracking from what i have to say so often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i want to say is this : everyone is unique. it's perfectly okay to pick up good beliefs and attractive women but ultimately, the main attraction is still myself. i think it's fine to have a role model, but do not be a clone. i am unique and there are people in this world that can appreciate me for that. i will meet people who seem to have a problem with me digging my nose and eating my salty pi sai during my childhood days but if i can't even appreciate myself, i find it unreasonable to expect others to do so. i am unreasonable sometimes still of course but this isn't exactly asking for mee-pok and getting mee-kia instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to hear that i was not alone in thinking that i was secretly growing up to be batman and that my dad had a hidden batmobil somewhere in a cave in the house. ladies and gentlemen, be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes me, sometimes jude law,&lt;br /&gt;xav &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-6648452620397885069?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/6648452620397885069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=6648452620397885069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6648452620397885069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/6648452620397885069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2007/12/koped.html' title='Koped'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-402207102863711146</id><published>2007-12-27T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T03:33:55.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Haven't blogged in awhile. Went to Xavier's place for a BBQ yesterday. Think i'm going to get cancer. After watching Grey's, i seem to think every pain in my body is linked to some disease needing surgery. Its great to catch up with your frens once in awhile. Haven't seen the PTIs for some time. Nothing has changed. Jokes still the same but still as funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to camp to play soccer today. Got PSed by Xavier. Seems like there's a lot of tension between people at KFCC. First Parade everyday now. People don't seem happy with each other. Somehow i feel after the 84th batch orded all the teamwork and working together just ceased to exist anymore. Think its cos of communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's : &lt;em&gt;Communication. Its the first thing we really learn in life. Funny thing is, once we grow up, learn our words and really start talking, the harder it becomes to know what to say, or how to ask for what we really need. At the end of the day, there're some things that you can't help but talk about. Some things we just don't want to hear. And some things we say cos we just can't be silent any longer. Some things are more than what u say, they're what you do. Some things you say cos there's no other choice. Some things u keep to yourself. And not too often, but every now and then, some things simply speak for themselves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure at some point of time in everyone's life, they have felt like they can't really say what's on their mind. We all think critically of people now and then, especially of those different from us. However, growing up has made us more us more sensitive to the feelings of the people around us. We are afraid of how our frens would react if they hear what's really on our minds. We're afraid our superiors would think less of us if said how we really feel. If only everybody could say what they really feel without fear of repercussions, then there would be transparency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't always nice to hear how other people feel, especially when their opinions differ from yours. We're all brought up in different environments, different cultures, different lifestyles hence leading to our differences in opinions. Do not get upset if someone says something that u don't wanna hear. It is his point of view and people are entitled to their own opinions. You might not agree with him, but you should know that he doesn't agree with you either. And that's the thing you both have in common. Communication is important. Be it relationships, frenship or just work, if people are to survive together, they must talk to each other. Way before Man discovered how to start a fire, they learnt to communicate. Actually i just made that up, but i think its logical right?? How to work together to start a fire if you don't communicate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's the reason why relationships fail, why tension rises in offices and why misunderstandings happen between close frens. Even a tiny problem can cause a rift between 2 people if the tiny problem isn't solved in time. Like cancer really.. It gets worse the longer u let it drag. But on a lighter note, i don't think there's anything that can't be worked out between people. Maybe a little compromise here, a little sacrifice there, but if you value your relationship with the people around you, i'm sure it wouldn't be too difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my lovesick fren who said &lt;em&gt;you scared the love flame relight &lt;/em&gt;(sorry man.. this is too funny.. i must blog to rmb it.. dun be xiao qi k haha), congrats on taking the 1st step. Lying on your bed wondering if you should have called her is not going to do you any good. There's nothing wrong with feeling a little awkward after so long. But you still shouldn't avoid talking the good times u had together. It was fun. Nothing wrong with remembering something good. Once you can joke about the times u had without feeling sad, you can safely say you have moved on. Nobody knows what will happen in the future. We could all die tommorow. But how about we all be a little optimistic and convince ourselves that there will be better days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the week : Don't be scared that the love flame relight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-402207102863711146?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/402207102863711146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=402207102863711146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/402207102863711146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/402207102863711146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2007/12/communication.html' title='Communication'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-7286245897896181648</id><published>2007-12-23T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T02:39:25.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve of Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>Went to church for Christmas service. Haven been there for quite some time. But its Christmas, u're supposed to spend it in church. Somehow all that was on my mind was brought up by Pastor Khong. Great seeing everybody again. Took a loooong train ride back home. Came out of Braddell Mrt to find that it was raining damn heavily. Sat down for a drink and read the papers while waiting for the rain to subside a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U guys should try watching Grey's Anatomy. Its really a good show. Meaningful. Like my blog. Some words from the show. &lt;em&gt;"We all draw lines with the people around us and hoping people do not cross them, thinking we need boundaries between ourselves and the rest of the world. But at some point, you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep people out, they fence you in. Life is messy, that's how we're made. U can waste your life drawing lines. Or you can live your life crossing them. If u're willing to take the chance, the view from the other side is spectacular." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that means don't be afraid to do anything? If u're always afraid of offending people, afraid of consquences, u'll nv get anything done. If u're so afraid of approaching that special someone cos u're afraid of rejection, how will he/she even know you exist. If u're so afraid of consquences, u'll nv experience the thrill of life, and that thrill comes from not knowing what happens next. Its not easy living life. It takes guts, experience, mental strength. Pretty much like sky diving at nite. You look out the plane and its all dark, but you take that leap of faith, enjoy the thrill of your heart going into your throat and just pray that you had packed your parachute correctly. However, unlike sky diving, you don't die when things go wrong. Things don't always go your way but if you're willing to press on to the end, i'm pretty sure everything will work out just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;em&gt;Boundaries don't keep people out, they fence you in.'&lt;/em&gt; Its up to you to open the door and let people into your life. Everybody out there will be having fun, with or without you. Its up to you whether you wanna join in the fun. So to all those who're not that sociable, try opening up a bit. Its not easy at the start, there's that fear of rejection, that fear of not meeting everybody expectations, but you are who you are and true frens will never turn you away. Of cos for those who know, this message is to my sis and maybe Tzelai? There's more to the world than just yourselves. Take a step outside. Talk to strangers on the street. You'll find people aren't always the cold hard shell they appear to be. Be sincere when interacting with others and i'm very sure they'll be very more than happy to talk to you. With all the politics in workplaces nowadays, its really hard to tell when you might be backstabbed. But lies and deceit will unveil themselves sooner or later and when that happens, you'll find yourself alone. So i say, be sincere. Be sincere to your friends, to your competition. You'll find life so much less stressful without trying to remember what lies you told last week and trying to follow up with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-7286245897896181648?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/7286245897896181648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=7286245897896181648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/7286245897896181648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/7286245897896181648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2007/12/eve-of-christmas-eve.html' title='Eve of Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-2961408827301317081</id><published>2007-12-23T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T11:10:16.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hardly get more than 8 hrs of slp nowadays. I have nothing on my schedule but yet i wake even though i feel tired. I suppose i have too much on my mind. The same person still pops into my head every nite before i fall aslp, and she's still there the next morn when i wake up. And u can't slp when there's something on your mind. Eugene and ZP managed to get back even after 2 years. Maybe my fairy tale will end with happily ever after too. Don't know if the princess will be the same person, but i'm not getting my hopes up this time. Did that once, didn't go too well. The higher your hopes, the harder u take it when u fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adult world is complicated. Wonder why we're all in a rush to grow up. Kids have the most fun. Growing up means more troubles and more responsibilities. But i guess we all have to go through that stage in life. And in the midst settling all our problems, just make sure we all remember to have fun. We live once. Why not enjoy it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-2961408827301317081?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/2961408827301317081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=2961408827301317081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/2961408827301317081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/2961408827301317081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2007/12/hardly-get-more-than-8-hrs-of-slp.html' title=''/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-7016389775832182803</id><published>2007-12-22T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T10:53:00.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Day</title><content type='html'>Busy week for the mahjong addicts of 0304. Met for mahjong b4 BBQ on Thursday. Went home after BBQ to prepare for Sports Day on Friday. Eugene and Kang Kang came to stay over after the BBQ. Eugene decided to go for badminton the next day even though he jus dislocated his shoulder. He dislocated his shoulder in his slp, where he dreamt he was fighting a monster and his shoulder came out when he swung his arm WHILE slping. So those reading this be careful, next time u fight a monster don't swing to hard. I've learnt that its Kang Kang is incapable of talking softly. Even when you're just next to him, in an enclosed room, he MUST communicate by shouting. To Kang Kang : "Ta ma de.. You think we all deaf ah.. Last time you go oral exam u got shout at your invigilator?" Other than that, we had a rather meaningful chat. It was fun reliving our JC days. Roofing, private PE lessons after school, going to toilet for 15 mins cause Eugene needs to comb his hair. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning. Sports Day finally here. My favourite kind of day. WOOHOO! Went to YCK Sports Complex to meet the rest for badminton. Been a long time sinced i exercised. Feels good to sweat. Edric u still owe me a game. Apparently, i have Kang Kang to thank for teaching me how to smash. Thanks man.. But i still have to say this, WAH LAO EH.. U damn noob leh.. Play with Peiyu can fall down and sprain your ankle. Headed to my house after lunch, was supposed to be playing bball but decided to wait till we weren't feeling so full. And so in the meantime, the addicts played their favourite game. Finally left the house to play bball at 5 but we got chased out of the school cos we didn't have permission to play there. Oh well, like i said there's a bright side to everything. We reached my house just when the rain was starting to get heavy. So thanks for chasing us away. Otherwise i'm quite sure that at least 1 of us would have fallen sick. Actually, maybe at most 1 of us would have fallen sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so night fell, and still the addicts played their favourite game. All was well till 2 of them decided that their addiction was not worth losing slp over, and so everybody went to slp at 4. This bunch of addicts never played with real cash before. Maybe we all value the interaction during the game rather than monetary reward at the end. MJ with this gang has always been fun. Instead of going to starbucks or coffeebean and chatting over a drink, we catch up over a MJ game. Ten years later, the scene will still be the same. 4 people sitting at a table shouting 'PONG'. Because MJ frens are for life right? =) I shall just copy the events of the night from Von and Kang's blog. Lazy to type..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Extract from Von]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After dinner, it was MJ big battle 757868769748953265 rounds. I won super a lot cause KS trying to follow Edric's style and block his xia jia. He ended up feeding his shang jia (me). Hahaha. So my seat was the only winning one at that time. Cool. Went out and talked on the phone and my phone died after that. Haha. They were like suaning me like mad after I went back to the room.They were waiting for break but Kang kept lian zhuang-ing. KS's dad cooked our leftover satay from yesterday for us. Damn nice. Whoo~ I told Kang, it's because I didn't play that's why he can lian-zhuang so long. True enough, when I join in again, I became the one to lian zhuang. Hahaha!! I'm just zai!Through the night, we had our individual lows and highs but generally, at every point there was someone feeling uber high. I felt high when it was around 2am and it lasted for quite long. Till 4am I think. Quite funny. In between, there was the bai ban incident (Kang, blog about this, my hands tired already) which was super hilarious!! Hahaha. The night was great. Kang wanted to jump off to bed then he jumped back to the table again and so we ended up playing till 5am. Haha. While we were sleeping and talking, the "da wan xi and bei" was repeated one million times. Haha. Me and MY refused to play the xi and bei cause we were freaking tired. KS and Kang still high, don't know over what. Oh ya, there was a point where me, Kang and KS were super high laughing like mad almost like we were high on drugs. Hahaha. Crazy. Everything seemed funny at that time. Even something not funny at all. Haha.While we lie down, we chatted and talked. Haha, I think my story telling skills improving. Kang and KS both want me to say story to them before they sleep. Hahaha. Told them a story about yi ge xiao nv hai and liang ge xiao nan sheng, ie, me and them. Hahaha. Quite funny. Edric and Mengyi were like pigging immediately. Edric slept the most!! Haha. Piggified!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Extract from Kang]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Von ask me to say this part... kian siong was calling for cards during one of the game and he say he bao da pai and he has a pair of bai ban inside, so i tried to be garang and discard the bai ban, in the end he has none and von won with that bai ban... sian... haha... oh, we decided to come up with our own rule for mj, got the wan fuo chao zhong, old macdonald had a farm, gang shang mei gui hua and so... its was funny when we were discussing about it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-7016389775832182803?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/7016389775832182803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=7016389775832182803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/7016389775832182803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/7016389775832182803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2007/12/spots-day.html' title='Sports Day'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-1647988229209459425</id><published>2007-12-21T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T20:49:59.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ at last</title><content type='html'>We had delayed our class gathering for close to half a year now, and we finally had a BBQ at Wanting's house last nite. Ok.. My fault for not being able to get the chalet in June. But I'm a busy man, and i had the important task of defending the country entrusted to me in June. When i heard about Yue Fei in secondary school, i told myself i must be like him, 敬忠报国.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, it was great to see everybody yesterday. Especially those whom i don't hang out so often with, like Wanting, Xueni, George and Jae Chia. We should have at least 1 every year or half a year, just to catch up and see how everybody is doing. BBQs are fun. Eating, drinking and talking nonsense, what's there not to like about BBQs. And of cos Von has once again managed to hook another guy. Though he's a bit ecentric and different from us, don't be so mean to him la.. Von, u should give him a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jae Chia offered me a job at his school. 65 bucks for half a day of work. That's quite a good deal. Awesome. Now i don't have to go to the trouble of finding one when January comes. But being a teacher sounds kind of boring. My objective before uni term starts was actually to learn as many things as possible and also having 10k in my account. Now after i've orded for a month, i'm having mixed feelings about it. Don't feel like working so hard now. Just feel like lazing around. On the other hand, lazing around means no income for me. And it gets boring when everybody returns to school and i'm stuck at home with nothing to do and with no gf to spend time with. BORING.... I definitely need to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-1647988229209459425?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/1647988229209459425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=1647988229209459425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/1647988229209459425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/1647988229209459425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2007/12/bbq-at-last.html' title='BBQ at last'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605756416815547125.post-1509181684354249307</id><published>2007-12-19T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T03:26:02.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My first post. How about talking about why i decided to start a blog. I guess I've jus passed another stage of my life. Those who know what i'm talking about know that I haven't exactly been in the best of moods these few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To all my Frens, thanks for keeping me company these few weeks. I really can't imagine being by myself after all that has happened. I never used to make the effort to even keep in contact with my frens. Now i noe Frens are important. More important than your other half. Because your frens can't break up with you. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To Selina, thanks for the wonderful memories throughout these 2 years. Before i met u, i was contented with my life. After knowing you however, you allowed me to experience happiness, sadness and a whole bunch of other emotions which cannot be described by the limited words in the English language. I can't say i agree with your views at this point of time. But i accept them and respect your decision. Mainly because i have no choice. Haha.. Hopefully in time to come i'll understand you better and you can change your mind about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But every cloud has a silver lining. I guess after all this, i've grown up a little. I've finally realised what i actually cherish the most in my life, and that would be my Frens whom i have actually taken for granted. I know now that there's no such thing as love at first sight and it is actually built from the first day the both of you started on that wonderful journey together, and also that it doesn't disappear the day you let go of each other's hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I once told myself happiness is a choice. That no matter what happens, if you choose to be happy, nothing can get to you. Its hard to be optimistic sometimes, but if we all dwell in the past, we'll never move on. Its even harder to forget sometimes, in fact, the harder you try to, the more deeply etched memories become. Maybe we could all try that for our exams, try to forget the things you've studied to remember it. Someone try that for your next sem and tell me how it goes. Haha.. But i guess instead of forgetting the sadness in your life, accept it and look on the bright side of things. I'm pretty sure there're loads of happiness in your life too. Hope i can do what i say. Cause its not easy. But once again, thanks to all my Frens who've made it so much easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm a forgetful person. The moment i'm all better i forget how sad i was before. That might be a good thing. But i prefer to remember. Guess that's what this blog is for. To keep a log of everything in my life. When i look back 5 years later, i'll still remember the promises i made to myself and the people around me. I'll wanna remember all the significant events in my life, all the happiness and joy, all the jokes and laughter, all the sadness and tears and all the anger and pain. They're all part of being human so dun be afraid of experiencing them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A line from Tuesdays with Morrie - Wash yourself with the emotion. It won't hurt you. It will only help. If you let the fear inside, if you pull it on like a familiar shirt, then you can say to yourself, " Alright, it's jus fear, i don't have to let it control me. I see it for what it is." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think i write well too. Haha.. Probably cause i'm writing something i feel for. Not some stupid GP essay about why i agree to a certain extend that the Earth is round. Or something in that general area. Yep alright.. That's it for now. Plenty more to write. I'll save some for the future in case i run out of things to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6605756416815547125-1509181684354249307?l=jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/feeds/1509181684354249307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6605756416815547125&amp;postID=1509181684354249307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/1509181684354249307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6605756416815547125/posts/default/1509181684354249307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianismymiddlename.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-first-post.html' title='My First Post'/><author><name>Kian Siong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01873810443786454323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
