<?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-25953203</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:45:37.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another blessing today</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-6009873008531293496</id><published>2010-04-07T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T01:38:16.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is ultimately the most important one of all*</title><content type='html'>I have not blogged in eons i'll admit, even typing a post now feels weird, so many thing have happened since the last post. However one significant thing has, and if you do not know it lol, it means u do not have a facebook account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finishing my AVIVA Half Ironman Triathlon, starting my driving lessons, teaching at ACS Barker where everyday is a drama day because the boys are freaking naughty and falling in love with Charissa day after day because thats what its all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, its hard for me to train and make time for other people in my life now, considerably so that i am attached to someone special. Even spending time with my parents can be a bit tricky too. Going off to Seattle in September and starting a long distance relationship is going to be tough too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, life is not easy, its gonna be tough, confirm, its all a huge training ground to me, if not so, why would a heaven even exist? What is earth for then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i think of my passion to compete, to do triathlons, i mean at the end of the day, crossing the finishing line, all i have done is a journey of faith which is good and earthly bragging rights. What do i need them for when i know my father in heaven is so powerful and loves us more than anything else in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting back on the past is unhealthy at times, i dont know why im kind of doing it now. Bah this post is really random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are human, we are temporary, we end our existence in time to come, everyday we live is a blessing to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that even though im heading for overseas, my life is going to change, but one thing remains for sure, I love God and i certainly do love Charissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So teach me Lord to be humbling, to be more disciplined with you, to take control of my anger more, to be more Christ-like, to be a loving person towards all my friends, to be patient and kind, generous yet smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all that you do, do it for the glory of God, oui?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-6009873008531293496?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6009873008531293496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6009873008531293496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2010/04/god-is-ultimately-most-important-one-of.html' title='God is ultimately the most important one of all*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-6010732916262134336</id><published>2009-11-17T08:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T08:29:56.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith*</title><content type='html'>Its no use punching tables or shouting randomly along the roadsides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its no use to keep hearing other people comment and advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its no use that i ve gotten a k for my trip, money cant buy me that kind of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just take me please, Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Three times i pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But he said to me " My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in your weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest in me. That is why for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when i am weak then i am strong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 Corinthians 12:8-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On a side note, found this off Cherie's blog, so thanks to her)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-6010732916262134336?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6010732916262134336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6010732916262134336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/11/faith.html' title='Faith*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-6475290055287637690</id><published>2009-11-15T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:46:26.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In more ways than one*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.8km swim, 180km bike, 42 km run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dDnrLv6z-mM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dDnrLv6z-mM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"Nothing good in life comes without sacrifice, and that will only make the end result so much sweeter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-6475290055287637690?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6475290055287637690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6475290055287637690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-more-ways-than-one.html' title='In more ways than one*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-4378504699037797057</id><published>2009-11-05T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:06:50.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have you been (man)?*</title><content type='html'>I ve been spamming Christian books like crazy lately and yeah, things have definitely changed. For the better, yes, but im still not used to it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been getting better i think, and there's 3 ways of how i have been feeling lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God is good and he provides =), so what have i to fear? Just need to put in that extra effort, keep doing what i have been doing and accept the result with an open heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is just around the corner and there are many things to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon coming back with Jiyeon woohoo haha&lt;br /&gt;Kaiyi coming back&lt;br /&gt;Possible bringing of underage cousinS to go clubbing hahahhaaha, nice..&lt;br /&gt;Closer to O R D date, yes yes&lt;br /&gt;Watching of Acjc choir singing, if i can, would love to&lt;br /&gt;My bros' 21th BD, HARDOOOOO GAYDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LIVES AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!! hahah, i ll see how.&lt;br /&gt;Xmas party/parties?!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tin Y the white animal's bd woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeap, even though i might have these events, i seriously need to get off my lazy ass and finish the last essay for the application asap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rounding off, I wear my badges of perseverance and hard work proudly on my face, where u might ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under my right and left eye*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roarrrrrrrrr i said it once and i ll say it again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing worth having comes easy in life, so with the Lord's help, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Come on Come on&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Come on!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-4378504699037797057?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/4378504699037797057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/4378504699037797057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-have-you-been-man.html' title='Where have you been (man)?*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-6429510809864862409</id><published>2009-10-24T10:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T00:05:47.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WWJD*</title><content type='html'>Today will be a double portion of Cheers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the order of importance of course, spiritual and worldly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As precious metals are refined by fire, so your life, which is precious to God., is refined and purified in the fire of adversity. Its is only through refining that the impurities are removed. When the liquid metal is completely purified, the refiner's image appears on its surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Likewise through suffering, God's image will appear more and more clearly in you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will bring the group through the fire and make them pure, just as gold and silver are refined and purified by fire. They will call on my name , and i will answer them. I will say, "these are my people," and they will say, "The Lord is our God."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zechariah 13:9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know the Lord is always with me....No wonder my hear tis filled with joy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 16:8-9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So take heart and cheer up =).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oy71D3p-yHc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oy71D3p-yHc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shadows fill an empty heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As love is fading, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From all the things that we are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But are not saying. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can we see beyond the scars &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And make it to the dawn? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Change the colors of the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And open up to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ways you made me feel alive, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The ways I loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all the things that never died, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make it through the night, Love will find you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What about now? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What about today? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if you're making me all that I was meant to be? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What if our love never went away?&lt;br /&gt;What if it's lost behind words we could never find?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, before it's too late,&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sun is breaking in your eyes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To start a new day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This broken heart can still survive &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a touch of your grace. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shadows fade into the light. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am by your side, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where love will find you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What about now? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What about today? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if you're making me all that I was meant to be? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What if our love had never went away?&lt;br /&gt;What if it's lost behind words we could never find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, before it's too late, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that we're here, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that we've come this far, Just hold on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is nothing to fear, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For I am right beside you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all my life, I am yours. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wounds heal, scars fade. Love will come for you one day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-6429510809864862409?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6429510809864862409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6429510809864862409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/10/wwjd.html' title='WWJD*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-337259071905610333</id><published>2009-10-20T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:33:07.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come to Jesus and live*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PANiveIKVX0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PANiveIKVX0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A lot will come after this post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prep prep prep prep prep prep for tmr!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-337259071905610333?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/337259071905610333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/337259071905610333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/10/come-to-jesus-and-live.html' title='Come to Jesus and live*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-5799729485444363468</id><published>2009-10-19T12:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T12:26:36.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If music be the food of love, play on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzj9z8QDTfU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzj9z8QDTfU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Chick-magnet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hahaha, alright alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is sheer talent. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-5799729485444363468?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/5799729485444363468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/5799729485444363468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-music-be-food-of-love-play-on.html' title='If music be the food of love, play on!'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-6588822100513037532</id><published>2009-10-15T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:53:10.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints in the sand*</title><content type='html'>Hitch is really good, he knows how to smooth talk the ladies. He knows what they re thinking, he knows what they want and where they want, and how they want things to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, when he finally meet the girl of his dreams, he falls into a trap of his own, clumsy and awkward, unable to do what he so professes himself to be good at. Theory and practical wise he is the master, until he meets someone of his heart's desire and starts carrying out amatuer mistakes that he scolds his clients of doing so everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its easy to do something when you re not in the situation yourself, once you get yourself entangled in it, welcome to a whole new level. Its easy to advice and all, but when the emotions and insecurities start piling up and into your mind, things just loose control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was i insensitive? Did i wait too long or too short? Is this what she truely wants? Play it cool boy, dont call her tonight wait for another day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even books in the world hold information of such techniques where the art of seduction is a skill obtained even in geeks*. "40 year old virgins", maybe? Neil Stratus? Rings a bell guys? Go youtube it, Pick up artists exist. they are truely a reality and shit* like this does happen arond the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me i do confess of knowing basic theory, practical wise maybe not really there, i mean i ve been successful in certain occasions, but the follow up just lacks heart. It sucks knowing that you could have done something to alter the outcome of the situation and prevent uneccessay conflict and tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have i played stupid mind games, nor had false intentions about this. But its no point to cry over split milk, i know that i am truely helpless and have no real clue how to make everything back to normal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can help me except for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in such moments when i just feel like tearing my hair out and screaming into the dark lonely night, I know God is with me and he will never leave me. He knows my true intentions and has a plan for me. I feel like im one the beach and im seeing a pair of footprints in the sand right now, "so where are you Lord?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hes carrying me throughout this whole time. Have more faith boy. Why do i need worldly techniques and methods to solve my situation? I'd rather pray about it and find strength in the bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel weak and helpless truely in this situation now, and now i don't even know if im making a moutain out of a mole hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to perserve and pray, for tis worth it, i said it before and i ll say it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regards to this whole matter, i ll take it all on, seriously, bring on the pain and the hurt, compensate me with a lil happiness. Just bring it all on. Whatever it takes, i know im never alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tis truely worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless ya ll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-6588822100513037532?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6588822100513037532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6588822100513037532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/10/footprints-in-sand.html' title='Footprints in the sand*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-1890661474658015902</id><published>2009-10-04T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:11:01.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EPIC WIN!!!!!!!!!!!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;That has got to be one of, no, the best post i have blogged about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-1890661474658015902?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/1890661474658015902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/1890661474658015902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/10/epic-win.html' title='EPIC WIN!!!!!!!!!!!*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-8968521829605139103</id><published>2009-10-04T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:08:07.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A toast to the future*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time flies hasn't it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now and again I look back and see,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what brilliant friends u all have been.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not to be nostalgic but truthful in my words,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U all are the best that one could ever hope to have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going through the thick and thin,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all the pains in life that make it ever so sweet,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the joys that we have experienced together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even though we might part ways and grow away from each other,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by God's grace lets remember that friendship is forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By his blessing, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hurt has turned into humour,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our mistakes and traits of being human,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have been accepted by each other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A brother and a sister to one another,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am assured with each passing day,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that the journey has barely begun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So not just because its Sunday,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or that i am feeling sad,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;many thanks to my friends once again,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for being there for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks be to the Lord and bless you all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tis so true true true, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when hungry and starving,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you go slurp slurp slurp.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It hasn't been a long time i ll admit,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but it sure as hell feels like it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ll be realistic to say,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that the future is uncertain in many ways.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't feel dis(EN)couraged though,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't feel emotional too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why reflect on the past and stop right there?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The future will bring us a whole different level of happiness too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most important is the way the Lord will provide,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trust and obey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no need to touch wood but say,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we know that things will turn out his way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be it, le matin, le soir, la nuit,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for all that the times we've spend together,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J'aime beaucoup!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With you around,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c'est un beau jour!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm never too afraid to say,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu m'as tellement manque!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes yes, go ahead and laugh,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mon francais est mauvais!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But still,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viens avec moi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 3rd was just another stepping stone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hold merci beaucoup to me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we re not done yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God will provide for us,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;believe with me =).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And thus with Omar's free champange,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to the eye feast that is 10 dollars,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the triple jumps that stole our breaths,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the 3.5inch golden items that nearly out defeated my mampride*,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the stupidity of not being practical,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the combined size of our eyebags,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and to Golden moments of silence where even my ingenius small talk failed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAWR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's a toast to the future. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 Corinthians Chapter 13 verse 3b. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"No matter what i say, what i believe, and what i do, I'm bankrupt without love"&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/25953203-8968521829605139103?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/8968521829605139103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/8968521829605139103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/10/toast-to-future.html' title='A toast to the future*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-1561509331226952203</id><published>2009-09-27T14:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:06:58.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This feeling really really really sucks*</title><content type='html'>I sang this for worship today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're all I want,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're all I ever needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're all i want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Help me know you are here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The past few days has been both confusing and painful to me. I don't know if what i am doing is right or wrong anymore. People have been giving me all sorts of different advices, worldy and spiritually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am 20, and im trying my best to catch up on all the times that i ponned church to lan, pool and etc. Some people say its not time yet, others go wtf. At the end of the day it is still my personal choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It hurts lar dammit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After church and everything, feeling angsty for a whole bunch of reasons, i came to a conclusion that yes, nothing in life worth having, comes easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hence i shall adopt Samuel's signature line "I ll fight till i die like Samurai warrior". Easier said than done of course. I am stubborn, i am implusive, i am childish at times, i get angsty at times too, i am more of a jock than an intellect, but i am human and i sin. Thats no excuse though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lord please help me to do whats right and now so more than ever, help me know you are here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I truely dislike feeling this way. Maybe its neccessary trials and tribulations for me, but i do not enjoy it one bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway i signed up for the AVIVA Ironman, 1.9 km swim, 90 km bike, 21 km &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;run. Hopefully that ll cheer me up a bit, even so i bet going through that motion isn't going to feel as bad as now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hope ya'll are having a better day than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God bless and cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-1561509331226952203?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/1561509331226952203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/1561509331226952203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-feeling-really-really-really-sucks.html' title='This feeling really really really sucks*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-6750514330579035278</id><published>2009-09-26T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:56:24.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Seattle and ..............................*</title><content type='html'>I am so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so, Xiang Un please dont run into a road block, Samuel See please get home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahhahahahahahhahahahha safely*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the best...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-6750514330579035278?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6750514330579035278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6750514330579035278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/09/singapore-seattle-and.html' title='Singapore Seattle and ..............................*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-3710975795242258795</id><published>2009-09-16T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:44:01.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triathlon win!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So it was over, Another 1.5km of swim, 40km bike and 10km run..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha and out of marcus, jon, joel the animal and xingay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yours truely came in first place!!!!! Rawrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks be to God for controlling my cramping thigh and giving me strength to finish it, with style too i must add =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rawr, uni applications, damn troublesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything is going fine for now, somehow going overseas seems harder as each day passes by. Well, God helps those who help themselves. Thus i shall keep doing what i think and feel is neccessary, in addition i shall keep praying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2010 AVIVA IRONMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seems like everytime i talk about that topic it seems sombre and uncertain, but aren't such things happy and beautiful??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Off for bible study now, alll righttttttttttttttttttttttttt!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-3710975795242258795?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/3710975795242258795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/3710975795242258795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/09/triathlon-win.html' title='Triathlon win!!!'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-6890698812754259</id><published>2009-08-25T02:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T02:16:13.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rsyc*</title><content type='html'>ho hum, tis hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know deep down it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-6890698812754259?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6890698812754259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6890698812754259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/08/rsyc.html' title='Rsyc*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-3666762487593069928</id><published>2009-08-24T10:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:20:42.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to the future*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ohhh, if there's one thing I hang onto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That gets me through the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I ain't gonna do what I don't want to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm gonna live my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shining like a diamond, rolling with the dice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Standing on the ledge, I show the wind how to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When the world gets in my face, I say, Have A Nice Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have A Nice Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im gonna make it work out, or die trying in the process.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-3666762487593069928?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/3666762487593069928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/3666762487593069928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/08/heres-to-future.html' title='Here&apos;s to the future*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-402168591177475520</id><published>2009-08-22T09:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T09:59:22.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money is King*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't really blogged since i went to Seattle and a lot of things have happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway i just came off duty and my dad surprised me by offering me 8-9 k to buy a brand new bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Purposes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) When i go to Seattle, i can use my old bike for travelling to school and my new baby for my triathlons there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) He can use my old bike to exercise as and when he wants to and my bro can use my old bike to take part in the upcoming September triathlon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) My new ride will consperm be literally, SEX on Wheels. Female Cyclists will drool at it when i ride it rings around em', they'll probably wanna cycle with me in the future as well.......sounds good no? hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) Old and new bike in the course of merely 2009, fucking 15 k already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) My current/old bike is also deemed as a very good deal. Full carbon etc etc Ultegra group set...carbon wheels...yeah its kinda sex-ed up too for 4100 dollars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigh, thinking about it all, money is indeed king, i do not believe that money is the root of all evil, not to a full extent that is. U know, the old history "i believe to a limited extent", GP kind of thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whats worse, was that i was shocked that i spent my bd 1k away in a span of weeks, yes sir not months. Fucking cant control my out-flow of cash these days. It was initially shocking for moi, but when i fully reflected on where MAJORITY of the bulk went to. Yeah, i can say with smile on my face, tis was worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To the morons out there, u know who u are, you're welcome for the sponsership for the loads of shit that we did at those early hours of the day hahahhaa. I guess, my mentality is that, if i think you're really worth it, i won't spare anything at all to just bring that smile to your face. Maybe thats why everytime i go clubbing, i always pay the lion's share of the bill and etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aiya, money is seriously just bah, ok wait i take that bad....sigh, i still feel kinda guilty of my expenses over the past few months. But seriously speaking u know what? Fuck it, i know the true value of my "family coffers, individual funds, bank accounts", and i am fucking ass sure of how i spend it and more importantly to who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cause' u guys are worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, back to the new bike, if i seriously get it, come this September triathlon, i guarantee that i won't be the fastest but i ll sure as hell look the best during the bike phase. hahaha, sex on wheels baby!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;urgh, other things i kinda need to spew out. Im doing something crazy in the upcoming months, even for my standards and although it scares me, i know im going to enjoy every single moment of it. Randomly, i do miss choir as well, i ll try to go back and sing during christmas carrolling and for God more importantly. Worse case scenario i ll watch the esplande performance, if there is one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thinking bout "of these things that i have done" in 2009, its more meaningful as compared to 2008 and all the nonsense that i have been doing with the dudes. Mainly Xiang an and samuel the dog, all the chickling, dancing, trash talking, plotting of naughty deeds, future plans of Thai thai thailand, triple vices, chicks with dicks, "we make these good girls go bad ", laughing at perverse jokes that make u momentarily stunned..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know, its all the build up towards the bachelor's party, the epitome of manhood and "ladies u guys just roll ur eyes at us". We do know however, that ten years down the road, we ll look back at our pictures and really have a good laugh...... and that sounded pretty damn old indeed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its a phase in life (lar) and like samuel said "i wanna settle down with a nice christian gal in the future''. SO, I am going to enjoy every last bit of my youth and the transition into my adulthood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its time to wait my bro up soon and do our mini triathlon together, but before i leave. LOL, i cant help it but exclaim For all ye nooblets out that, learn from my blog that Stars do twinkle........ but u can see it only in outer space ^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-402168591177475520?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/402168591177475520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/402168591177475520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/08/money-is-king.html' title='Money is King*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-5217051374081906742</id><published>2009-06-08T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:26:16.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>garghhhhhhh why is bible study so chim???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I heard older people talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I ve heard stories of such things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I ve met them for myself.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So i wont speculate that the people who come here think and assume im some clubbing hobo. Although i do think so, but i wont speculate, because people are nice, and that they wont just anyhow blog hop in search of evil humour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe in the past i would go fuck u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But, its better to at least make someone happy, doesnt matter who, a smile on a face for whatever reason is STILL a smile on your face. That is undeniably a good thing! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway. I feel that we should focus our energies to do more meaningful stuff. Culture shock no? People in singapore do not have proper families, ever ate at macs before, ate proper western meals before. Even watching a movie is deemed as Extraordinary for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enough with the self centeredness of how i can make my life more this more that for me....enough with the im jaded and nonsense..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway yes, i shall endeavour to do community service this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meaningful ones o course, not clear up rubbish and etc, i mean thats great too, but with more involvement in people's lives. Community centres and stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think that using my life to do some good stuff, yeah thats just more meaningful and justifiable. How precious life is indeed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and life is never asexual too, that make things bittersweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Congrats Xingay, im happy for ya haha =). I promise i wont go all batista and shit on her when i finally meet her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jon, i hope your ready man, im comingggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so i ll end this post off with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bittersweet, bittersweet indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-5217051374081906742?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/5217051374081906742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/5217051374081906742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/06/garghhhhhhh-why-is-bible-study-so-chim.html' title='garghhhhhhh why is bible study so chim???'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-2147705544574250282</id><published>2009-06-03T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:07:58.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give and not ask for anything in return*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So it was Samuel's bd and we were in a taxi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My friend wanted a chance to create an exciting opppotunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I picked up the phone and called my aunt for help at butter factory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boom. 2 tables under my name, VIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im not sure if I have to open bottles or not or pay entry for my friends or etc etc..Or the financial power too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fuck man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mannnn...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope all goes well seriously. Im not even excited at the prospect of going there even though i ve never been there b4. Its an opportunity for you!!! FUCKER!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aiya im just contended when my friends are happy and entertained lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;damn jaded though. Hope i learn some cool shit on the seattle trip. But i have to burn 2.5 additional leave, on top of my 9 days leave, to self quarantine myself. Fucked up indeed, so for the rest of the year i have only 2.5 days of leave left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(But) its for family, so although its heart pain, i feel that its worth it (lar).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;damn sian, thats just the way i am i suppose, its like, people dont talk to me for a long time, but somehow i always get this weird thought in my head, "dont be an idiot lar jerome, go say hi and shit to em", following which "fuck lar just whack".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Yo, whats up?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;somehow i know that gd karma will come my way but.....ah, we ll see what the future brings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It ll be nice if i met me in a female hot version, wait, ok thats just fucked up.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i can so feel someone reading this post and go "oh for pete's sake, stop emoing and Grow up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sigh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope that everyone will stay happy and contented with their lives, my parents to stay in gd health, myself to havoc with my brother again. My maid to forgive my bad temper, my dear friends to continue to grow in out friendship and fellowship with one another. Lastly, i hope to become a better christian and keep making my friends smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gd night all and please sms me ur requests from U.S, im heading there from 9th to 21th =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-2147705544574250282?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/2147705544574250282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/2147705544574250282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/06/give-and-not-ask-for-anything-in-return.html' title='Give and not ask for anything in return*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-6051878163035970946</id><published>2009-05-28T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:55:50.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ran, gymmed, cycled 60-70km*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brute strength.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mental toughness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Army.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bros.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gals.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Partying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Late nights.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perv jokes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laughter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall, God is more important.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I shall try to change for the future =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We ll all be matured and handsome/gorgeous in time to come, say 5 years?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emo monster go away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 20th birthday Samuel. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bon Jovi's living on a prayer will bring out our inner dancing skills. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks to the Lord for meeting u in sec 3. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-6051878163035970946?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6051878163035970946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6051878163035970946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/05/ran-gymmed-cycled-60-70km.html' title='Ran, gymmed, cycled 60-70km*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-1409535467107591926</id><published>2009-05-14T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:06:42.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patch Adams for the win*</title><content type='html'>To treat people with laughter was what he believed, true or not, as depicted by the movie..i sure hope to become one of his patients hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, the past week has made me pretty jaded indeed, with seven duties this month, its been tiresome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate politics, i so do... cant even hang out with people that i enjoy hanging around without them disliking each other for Lord knows whatever reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems that im a person that lives on events and things to look forward to, cant have the everyday normal life. I guess when u strip homework, CCAs, exams and many more deadlines, u get too much freedom, hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaded!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to go Seattle, i repeat!! I cannot wait to go Seattle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway reflecting on what has happened, Miss Andrea's gonna migrate to New Zealand, man..........Shucks. I do admit im gonna miss seeing her around sg, for choir bs and other stuff. Yup but lets all keep her and toshi in our prayers. Can lar i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can someone please explain to me how the f can Adam Lambert sing so high? Its damn insane haha, too bad hes gay man, i would have used that talent to reel in the babes.. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jk jk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt's wedding coming up soon, hope to get that over with!! Once and for all, its been quite draggy honestly, ah well, its still good to sing again haha, meeting old and new friends too so pretty interesting experience lol. Haha, i was thinking about bringing Bong to crash the bachelor party as well, haha, im sure Malcom wouldn't mind.... nice haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hope that the uni kids are having fun now, and the army guys to hang in there, stop drinking so much and keep our minds clean...Just got off the phone with samuel for his bd celebrations, f man, we might just end up at geylang doing more than Frog porridge, he and the fat bastard..bloody uncontrollable beasts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, duties are freaking warping me out, im on duty on Sunday again, my gwad, bloody 3 extras. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta learn how to curb my spending habits too, taxis and when i got caught in the rain the other day, i went into Club Marx to buy another t shirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homofesting on fri night, lookin forward to that, WOLVERINE! RAWR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes PITY me, i havent caught, Slumdog millionaire, Bejamin Burtons, Wolverine and many other nice movies that have come out already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw the other day Bong and I were discussing about how fun it was to chill at someone's place over Beer supper food, soccer or movies..freak man....freakin getting OLD. I mean i don't even feel inclined to do like crazy stuff anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i ll revert back to normal after Seattle heh heh heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-1409535467107591926?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/1409535467107591926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/1409535467107591926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/05/patch-adams-for-win.html' title='Patch Adams for the win*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-306266048076886487</id><published>2009-05-04T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:18:51.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How my sprint triathlon started*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r3S0wu4Zbfk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r3S0wu4Zbfk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-306266048076886487?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/306266048076886487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/306266048076886487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-my-sprint-started.html' title='How my sprint triathlon started*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-7158348523321228712</id><published>2009-05-03T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:32:32.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Lambert's Mad world*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Indeed he deserved a standing ovation for performing the song Mad World, just downloaded it, its really really awesome haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess now im kinda regretting that im a baritone/bass, people can sing low, but they just never sound appealing as people who can scream out high notes. Man, i so wish i could use non falsetto and scream out songs like bohemian rhapsody, living on a prayer and other tenor high songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dammit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But anyway, i felt kinda proud of my self that after duty in camp, i still rushed down to church to sing for communion, its a very satisfying feeling indeed. I told myself that if i can chiong clubbing like a mad dog in the past, why not service for God too? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Other than that, i am getting too lazy for my own good, come on wake up and mug u dog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had rehearsal today dor my aunt's wedding, it was good, hearing Yanting sing her Et Misericordia solo and our new pianist, (SAJC though) sianz, haha jk jk, play along with us. I think singing is really my thing hahaha, if my craziness doesnt wear off soon, maybe i ll hit sg idol and hopefully obtain some fame with a baritone voice.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha but who knows, i mean shit happens, one moment its a stupid stupid dare, the next, reality hits u, ur famous..man i wouldn't mind that at all, some good clean fun with fame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;damn who knows? hahahahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caught up with han loong and Bong by having family dinners with them. Amazing once again how time flies by, freakin 20 this year, though i dont feel it. hahaha brendan was saying how i had the body of a 20 year old but the mind of  a 14, haha maybe maybe. Its always the opposite way of thinking, when ur young, u wanna mature even more, when ur matured/old u wanna be young again. Ho hum..We were talking about buying food, beer and watching soccer matches together, and damn man, thats new fun too. No longer all that wanna be chickling, physical touch, alcohol, late nights, eye bags, money spent, potential hook ups and what other not nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously, it doesnt appeal to me more. haha another thing to admit, when we (I) were (was) young, physical looks and appearances did matter tons, but as we get older, i guess its the connection between both parties that matter a lot. So she may be alright, a 6 upon ten looks, but if u could connect well with her, why not? I mean im sure a lot of guys i know who say the same to me as well, hot........ok lar icing on the cake. Connection, the whole section of meat in the burger man. I reckon what im trying to say here is, being superficial while closing on to adulthood is just plain stupid, and yeah, go kill urself man. Lol c'est angst right there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Speaking of angsty i did break my door cause i was pissed off at my mom during a mini house party..ogay, that wasn't good..sigh. ok ok control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what other random shit do i want to get off my chest. Oh yeah i hit le baroque with sam and xiang again with annabel and her friends, freakin fun, haha towards the end i was playing a Pink Balloon Guitar that Candice kinda lent me to play with the band on stage, BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY!!!! haha its was flabbergasting indeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On a more serious note, i read some jap manga in camp online, about some story of a teen girl who kinda had a baby and a miscarriage. It just occured to me how precious and fragile life is. I should have nevered stop praying for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess somethings in the past cant be changed, and im not afraid to go back and acknowledge it. But such situations rarely come through, social norm and formalities must go through. I think at times we discriminate too much against shot gun marriages and abortions, young moms, so yes it did happen, but we can never change the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What we should do is try to aid them more instead of  judging them. Judging happens to much in this world la honestly. Anyway i freakin sound like a powerpuff girl now with all this moral stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sam's BD  coming soon! heh heh heh heh...nah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had enough, just chill and enjoy, no more nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its a mad world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-7158348523321228712?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/7158348523321228712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/7158348523321228712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/05/adam-lamberts-mad-world.html' title='Adam Lambert&apos;s Mad world*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-7187588311829318599</id><published>2009-04-20T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:08:24.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprint triathlon!!</title><content type='html'>It was hot, rough, crowded, painful, nerve racking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I STILL DELIEVERED THE PWNAGE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a magnificient sunday =) Praise the Lord for giving me strength to endure and enjoy myself throughout the pain i was going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, 6th in my under 20 catergory, and 178 out of 700 plus for overall race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time i ll beat Xingay though..... buggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the best moments of the race was...when i went lil crazy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok starting off, Xingay the humji beng didnt want to follow me by squeezing into the middle of the swim pack, where jostling was the fiercest and u could get your nose broken with one good kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT STILL! I positioned myself smack in the middle, nearest to the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the countdown was going on, my heart was beating so fast, because some people decided to start clapping towards, 5,4,3...2....1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM! Freestyle with my head above water, i dont even know what i was thinking lol, i was literally swimming over some GUY at one point. Ok put it simply, i Muscled my way till a lane opened in front of me. Hahaha some ang mo dude tried to grab my ankle and pull me, i just turned around and pointed my finger in his face "HEY!!!!" After that i felt invincible...haha. Thanks to my parents i guess, not the rough part, that my dad always brought me out to sea to swim when i was young, Pulua Hantu etc, hence the sea was like a long lost home to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one, the other was when i was cycling, past the 5km mark, and cycling back to make another 5 km, saw Xin the Gay. I just shouted out to him 'XIN GAY!!!' I WAS LEADING COME ON! Too bad that was temp, till 10 km only, shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh at one point when we were cycling neck to neck, i hoarsed out to him, WHO ARE U CYCLING FOR?! WHO ARE U CYCLING FOR??! He just got onto his aero bars and increased his speed. I guessed he was thinking, wtf jerome's gone crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up! August! Triathlon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things i need to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mug SATS&lt;br /&gt;2) Buy Aero bars&lt;br /&gt;3) Adjust my seat height properly, and train to get accustomed to it&lt;br /&gt;4) Essential race belt&lt;br /&gt;5) Cycle and run MORE!&lt;br /&gt;6) Take my 2.4km again and break 9 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeap, to God be the Glory! Thats who i ran for on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sadly, on sad thing abt a tri race is the training aspect, u lose out on social life when u train or rest, well, u have to sacrifice something in order to gain something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-7187588311829318599?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/7187588311829318599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/7187588311829318599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/04/sprint-triathlon.html' title='Sprint triathlon!!'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-6504967536716845958</id><published>2009-04-18T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:55:55.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The calm before the storm*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19 of April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My first sprint tri, building up to the main event July triathelon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;750m Swim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;15 km Bike&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 km Run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As fast as you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cant promise that i ll be faster than the professionals, the skinny compact triathletes that have being doing this sport longer than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But collecting my Tags and numbers this afternoon, i felt really excited and pumped up, YES THE RAWR KIND! Ahem, excuse me...Alors, for tmr, i promised a few things to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) Everything i got, till my lungs burst or i faint, as fast as i humanly can for God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) Destroy Xingay in the race itself, all the trash talking has finally come down to this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) Enjoy =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess being overcompetitive as an advantage after all, you dont care what, u dont think, u just whack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No regrets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahem.. ARGGHHH!!!!!! Ahem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-6504967536716845958?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6504967536716845958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6504967536716845958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/04/calm-before-storm.html' title='The calm before the storm*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-8972976136826794142</id><published>2009-04-10T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:45:33.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angsty dog, blind eagle and monkey face*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So........Alors....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D'accord......alright.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its a beautiful gd friday and im somewhere, the least place u would possibly imagine, blogging cause im so damn bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah well, life has been kinda surreal for the past week. Gd things to note though, my homie xin the gay has returned from TAI TAI WAN!! Too bad he didnt manage to hit any of the taiwan clubs though, bugger..i was hoping he would bring some pics back and i could check out some of the locals there hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh man, yeah thanks to a certain french/ballet Miss...i just came to the conclusion that i can be pretty damn cliche? Meaning that i kinda just spew out all these funny "the enemy of ur enemy is your friend" or "what goes around comes around" or "life's too short to not experience anything"..Weird, i think its cause of hanging out with bong, or rather when i used to hang out with him pretty frequently in the past..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ah well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday was really ansgty for me cause i was pissed off with the guys for some movie ticket. Well, saying that, i nearly fought with Ian outside bloody cineleisure for the wrong reasons, and yeah im sorry for shoving Chris to one side too when he tried to restrain me..Talking to Han, yeah i mean, if ur going to fight, at least not over a movie ticket and not with ur close buds..Its just this year i admit that i ve become pretty short tempered and very intolerant over certain issues. Sighh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause of that, i cycled to mount faber from 1 to 2 plus at night with xingay, man it was good to see him again, but freakin drama outside cine, we were literally making a scene..Woke up at nine to go for my hardcore physio. Oh anyone who goes for physio? Im  not boasting or anything, but your physio is nothing compared to my physio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just fri i was lucky, she made me run 5 km instead of the usual ten km, then lunges sprints and jumps, and her repititions are all in reps of either 50 or hundred, shes hardcore man..After the night cycle and xiong PHYSIO, i just collapsed on my bed and knocked out for 3 hrs, woohoo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Visited Han that cripple son of a gun, haha he was doing fine with his bandaged leg, talked about random stuff, and yeah it was good PLAYING ROCK BAND AGAIN! RAWR!! haha i do admit i get a lil crazy at times haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Visited Cindy's house and caught up with her too..It was good lar, no alcohol for once haha, and i realized like how much we all have changed since last year. Seeing more and more juniors in the clubs, not that i go back often though, it just like she said, reminded us how old we are getting.......sadly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Think its time to click one of those instant matchmaking popups etc and get ready for marriage....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, after thursday's near fight i came up with animal analogies for us, i mean so far lar i ll think of more as time goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moi - Angsty dog, cause i have been short tempered lately and yeah, hot headed at times too, DONT LOSE UR HEAD! As i have been drilled before, yup. Plus dogs go crazy with rabids, and similar to myself with all em' natural testostorones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Xingay- Blind eagle, he may have the leadership skills of a one chocolate bar, but hes freakin indecisive hence, he can fly high, however hes still blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ian- Monkey face Ong, being a Jew monkey, he never shares his bananas with anyone hence he gets constipation. As a result, he never inconveniences himself to do something that he doesn't want to do, cause all he wants to do is to take a dump..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ROFL u might go, but i kid you not, these are pretty accurate analogies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im really looking forward to political zouking with xiang and samuel on Sat haha it ll be another chance for the two perverts to do some boys gone naughty in dark places with loads of alcohol..............AGAIN I MIGHT ADD haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cant wait for my sprint triathelon next Sunday, its going to be so awesome i can feel it!! Wearing my hulk costume (cause its green) and taking my lung expanding pill, and kickin's some officer xingay's ass on that day itself! RAWR! Whats a mere 750m swim 15km bike and 5 km run to the mentally strong????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After this is July's triathelon and then more triathelons, following which, IRONMAN!! Your body's limits are only what u imagine them to be, while im young and still pumping, i say all out! WOOHOO!! Haha, man i better cut out all the cycling with sunglasses at night, speeding past red lights, racing buses man vs machince and listening to ipod when i cycle; shit, for my own safety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ironically, im looking at my BTT textbook now lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Army's really such a drag, its like every week i must have something to look forward to and do. Movies, cycling, etc etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cant wait for June when i go visit my older bro in Seattle, gonna be hopefully, 2 weeks of fun and talking cock with him again. We never seem to grow up hahahhaha take that SHUWEI! C'est angst, Je Comprehendre?! . Ok lar i mean we do, but i guess the kid in us will never die, i know my bro's kinda in the same mode i am, well i mean his uber Korean gf is handling him pretty darn well, so hes gotta be less crazy then i am..haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well im HOPING that he ll bring me around the campus, visiting different aspects of the uni and seeing his apartment, and more importantly RAVEE PARTIES!! haha, jk jk we ll see how things go lar. Rihanna and T.I's live your life song is playing on radio now, how apt =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To sum it all up, i pray that Han's leg will get better, Uni students to finish their exams with no uncertainty in their hearts, my dad to stay childish as ever and lose weight, my mom to enjoy dancing for God, my friends to find more happiness in their lives, Xingay to be at his very best when he COMPETES with moi and for old friends to take MUCH MORE INITIATIVE in staying in contact with each other..I think i lost one friend already to laziness in maintaining contact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;via msn. Oh yeah my bro to stay happy and as crazy as me in seattle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope to sing again after July too =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For now, Sat!! Back to the place where it all began again at "Za-ow-k"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A bientot! Bisous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S Daph well, i do admit 4.1 is really expensive, but for the parts and components im getting, it is really a steal at this current price. Plus im not upgrading anymore, at least till i start earning a couple k myself, or rather when i start teaching. And im treating my bike as a pet, once u buy it, no way can u go " oh im sick of it and just leave it". Cause if i bought a 2k plus road bike and upgraded it, cfm it would go to 6k plus, but at 4.1 straight from the start, im saving money long term wise, at least only for my parents long term. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For your mountain bike, have u roughly decided what brand and which model u are going to go for? Anyway, Bukit timah is not impossible, im sure within this year or less you ll be able to Pwn it yup! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-8972976136826794142?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/8972976136826794142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/8972976136826794142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/04/angsty-dog-blind-eagle-and-monkey-face.html' title='Angsty dog, blind eagle and monkey face*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-8933677089244950472</id><published>2009-04-06T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:50:28.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 hrs + + + +</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It really seems now a days that i dont have enough time for anything at all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank the Lord for offs from army..sigh this period is just very tiring for myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With the 19th of April race coming up, my current activities, well, one has to sacrifice something in order to gain something. Time management FOOL!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So far, what saps my time up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) Army 8-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) Duties, 24 hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) Training, running, cycling, swimming, gymming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) French&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5) Meeting up with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6) Physio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7) Studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8) Clubbing, though it doesnt happen as often this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9) Aunt's wedding rehearsal ( still an alto problem lacking) sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sad to say i dont really make time for God at all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think i do have time lar, just that i waste it on internet, facebook, nba.com, msn. I guess once again this is a trial for my time management skills..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish that time would just pause and i could do all i wanted to do till i got sian of it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Overtraining's happening quite frequently now. dammit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No matter, i wont lose..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i should really &lt;em&gt;rest&lt;/em&gt; more.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fuggin eyebags and fuggin intra group politics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-8933677089244950472?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/8933677089244950472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/8933677089244950472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/04/24-hrs.html' title='24 hrs + + + +'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-3330272760839015937</id><published>2009-03-10T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:31:32.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finance and with recession*</title><content type='html'>One more reason why i deserve to train harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road bike- &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;$4100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pants, helmet, water bottle holders, shoes, top- &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;$1000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pumps, spare tires- &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;$200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running shoes- &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;$180&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tri suit- &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;$250&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Heart rate monitor- &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;$95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody expensive and i havent even counted Oakleys that i need to get for convertable day and night training..That be another &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;$400&lt;/span&gt;. Cb money doesnt grow on trees man..Train my balls off tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a gd time frenching haha, off to the pool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-3330272760839015937?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/3330272760839015937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/3330272760839015937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/03/finance-and-with-recession.html' title='Finance and with recession*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-43194091146108515</id><published>2009-03-09T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:20:06.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply im the intellectual ogay!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh don't the days seem lank and long, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When all goes right and nothing goes wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And isn't life extremely flat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;With nothing whatever to grumble at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes folks, we do need hardships in our life, to boost and kick our butts outside of our comfort zone. We may whine, "Exam? chao chicken backside lar..." "PROJECTS! IT BRINGS ME EYEBAGS!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So imagine having a holiday 24-7, all year round, it would be extremely boring i assure you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Embrace ur hardship, love it enjoy the moment, and maybe we ll get something out of it. After all, aren't breaks and fun nights so much sweeter after u ve worked ur heart out for it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a random note, i cycled up Mount Faber 5 times, try it once folks, its freaking upslope all the way. Though for the pain in my legs, the view was indeed, quote Steve Irvin "GORGEOUS GORGEOUS!!!! ISN'T SHE A BEAUT'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Breath taking i must say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life life life life life life life life life life life life life life life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LIVE IT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-43194091146108515?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/43194091146108515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/43194091146108515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/03/simply-im-intellectual-ogay.html' title='Simply im the intellectual ogay!*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-6069654957962499678</id><published>2009-03-04T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:31:30.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not ur usual happenings*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Very satisfying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Cycling with my 4.1 k baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Shopping for triathelon gear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Exercising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Buying more gear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Most importantly, talking to God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Singing for church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Making people laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Angst about and needs to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cars that irritate me from behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Bangla workers that Shout HI to me when im jogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Going slow on slopes up, well training is tough indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Horrendous french&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Laziness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-The unwillingness to forgive and forget a certain overseas friend who, i assume and felt, did not make enough effort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Another person who doubts our friendship, when its all a simple case of, who is the bigger man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-A young child who needs to wake up and get her life on track. I cant do anything abt that, sadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dying to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Don on a straw hat, embed my feet into hot white sand, boxers and with a mocktail in my hand, walk around a nice beach overseas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Overseas clubbing haha (Well for 2009, the count remains at 3 or 4, incredible as compared to 2008) Taiwan, taiwan, taiwan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Make money, but how? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Make more people laugh? weird aint it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Watch slumdog millionaire, watch curious case of benjamin buttorn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Go overseas and see my bro again, do some crazy shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Head off to Uni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Sing in Choir after competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Take up dancing lessons? hahhahaha, its not a gay thing, to pick up more chicks, oops u didnt hear anything lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Screaming in gym during 300 workout and scaring everyone out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Laughing while beating other cyclists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Overdose of testorones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Donning on a Commando P.T uniform and grinning like a fool while jogging with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-I need to catch up with Wesley, Bong, Amy a.ka Hayley(Paramore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Learning life lessons from taxi drivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Beggars cant be Choosers .......................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Mugger Choo "Ur spending too much time with guys'' -_-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Hiring hot young strippers for Xiang An's Bd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Preparing for marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Im listening to Neyo's Mad now, bloody emo, typical, I so need to get a gf now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-My pai "Jerome do u want to get laid on ur bd?" "Han loong, wtf......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-City harvest church i heard from a taxi driver who used to attend there, "If u cant use cash to pay 10% of ur dues to God, u can use credit card. When a celebrity attends it, the whole place changes to a rock concert" I say to that "Fuck u understand? So fucking onz about worldy possesions, money. Go to church to flirt or worship huh?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-The day it becomes a place like island creamery or zouk, where some people go there just to be seen. I just shake my head in despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-I miss mentors, teachers who constantly teach me life lessons. Even through various ways, life lessons through music, an awesome Mdm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God bless family, friends, seniors, juniors. People who need help&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"They may be better athletes, but im the better man" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-6069654957962499678?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6069654957962499678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6069654957962499678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-ur-usual-happenings.html' title='Not ur usual happenings*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-6575453489275606822</id><published>2009-02-05T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:56:47.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So its going to be another homofest for V day, alright!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grr i have no idea, but i ve been feeling particularly grumpy for these past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ccb why the f do i type so slow.. see here i go again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On a happy note, kaiyi the oversea's kid is back from aus so its good to catch up and, i gotta make sure i kick her ass on the dance floor haha. jk jk, friend friend =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On a happier note, i took my 2.4 timing last sat and its was ZOMG 9 MINUTES 14 SECONDS RAWRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ARGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I do admit im a guy who has too much testostorones in his body, hey hey, keep ur minds out of the gutters ok. Haha, but yeah i literally bellowed like some beast at the Acjc track haha. Thank God there were only ruggers there, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks to Kuok Ming and Ian the dog in helping me take my timing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright!! One down, now need to work on french, sats, driving and ponning Xingay's ass at the july triathelon. One thing for sure, we re both birds of the same feather, seriously seriously bloody over competitive. If i cant beat him , well maybe since im young what the heck steriods for the win! Crazy huh? Well quoting my senior in my new department in my camp, "if u want something badly, go for it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had overnight duty with him last tue, that bloody indian, kept talking cock to me the whole night bugger. Haha, but it was fun i suppose, talked abt our emo past..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Damn i thought last year i was bad, this guy takes the cake, hes paying his gf* a surprise visit in australia, leave and money all going to burn. The worse part is that, he may get his ass shoved back to him on a silver platter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tsk, gd luck my friend! I ll pray for u dude. Some dedication he showed me during our emo talk heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess since V day is coming just around the corner, emo monster has been bugging me ever since. Ok ok so, we are all old enough to know that we dont need this emo-jc-secondary school shit and we can do better with our friends, RIGHT?????? Yet i feel this hidden needle in my underwear somewhere, pricking my ass, torturing me with that oh-so-2005-2008 sensation that can never be removed, unless i use alcohol or flood my body with endorphines.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IT SPEAKS!!!!! "V DAY IS COMING YOUNG ONE!! WHY ARE YOU STILL A NOOBLET??!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YE GAWDS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha, i seriously think im being retarded here, ok fine i am being retarded here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah well, go with the flow then haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lets see what else to talk about, OMG YES YES! I seriously feel that singapore is such a conservative society, so muhc so that i cant stand it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was going for my physio therapy session right? Changed, took a piss, some ang mo dude came next to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Hey dude, nice body man, ripping it up i see there, gimme five homie" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha talk cock lar, ps, seriously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Him "Hey man, hows it going?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me, stunned.. "Eh hey...yeah man im pretty gd, u? Busy with ur work?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He was dressed in those male nurses' outfit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Him" Yeah im doing great, loads of things to do around here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me "Oh ok ok" Zips up "Aite see ya mate, tc!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok first of all u bastards, hes not gay. What im trying to say is that, in singapore, how many people will actually come up to you and try to start a conversation, or even look u in the eyes and smile at you?? Look at it, on the MRTS the BUSES, its silence between strangers, old uncles hogging seats, people being uncomfortable with each other at mere sight, its just freaking UNFRIENDLINESS BREEDING IN OUR BODIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where as this dude actually tried to start a conversation with me , a total stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went shopping with my mom, there was a an ang mo lady in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me "Excuse me , sorry.." I went around here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She " No problem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Singaporeans be ashamed!! I guess its our culture or what, but seriously this unfriendliness that i have been observing lately, its so so demoralising for me. I cant wait to go overseas and open my eyes to a "brave new world" hur hur..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So they say the grass is always greener on the other side. Singaporeans....the 5 Cs....the Singlish...the traditional asian values...the unwillingness to smile to others....the lack of gentlemen.....the shyness and act of being conservative...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I EXCLAIM OUT LOUD TONIGHT!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;na bei...im a sg citizen too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PAP should get some hippie cool ang mo and make him Minister of friendliness!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If u doubt me, go onto buses and mrts and open ur eyes......U ll see what im talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come on, prove me wrong, pls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People think of me, crazy enough, heh, but in reality, what i do is just to get the simple satisfaction of putting " Lets Put A Smile on That Face". U know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-6575453489275606822?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6575453489275606822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6575453489275606822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-its-going-to-be-another-homofest-for.html' title='So its going to be another homofest for V day, alright!'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-3217186934301672902</id><published>2009-01-22T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:11:19.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So take me as a sucker for pain*</title><content type='html'>ho hum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been another week as usual, im really pretty excited for the future this year. I kinda realized that last year was a complete waste of time, maybe, maybe not. I mean i did leanr a few life lessons here and there, but overall, my achievements were zilch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year i do have aims and goals, which are currently on their way, just hope that God will give me the strength to finish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) SATs May 2th&lt;br /&gt;2) BTT driving, March 4th&lt;br /&gt;3) Triathelon July&lt;br /&gt;4) French for the year&lt;br /&gt;5) Break 930 mins for 2.4 km&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 subjects to study for....yeah baby come on. Oh and i just completed one training session with sam, my gym trainer, we re currently doing the 300 spartan work out, its freaking killer and difficult. But hey, whoever said life was going to be easy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that even with my less than 100% ankles, im going to finish the race for God and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those who doubt me for my ability to take part in it competively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other notes, i gotta learn to be less short tempered and kaiyi's coming back, i love it when overseas' people come back for holidays. Catch ups are also so gd to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 days without clubbing, heh thats something indeed for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only when u push yourself to what u never thought, u were capable of, then would u finally realize how much u underestimated yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote my upper study in my new SAF department heh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"SAF allows serviceman w PES C9 status to run l.i.v.e run only if they have muscles bigger than Jarome"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-3217186934301672902?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/3217186934301672902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/3217186934301672902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-take-me-as-sucker-for-pain.html' title='So take me as a sucker for pain*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-7089423435249791410</id><published>2009-01-05T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:53:45.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year All =)</title><content type='html'>1) Should i continue with french?&lt;br /&gt;2) Should i sing for choir again?&lt;br /&gt;3) SATS&lt;br /&gt;4) USA uni applications&lt;br /&gt;5) Driving (unholy procrastination!)&lt;br /&gt;6) Stay off alcohol and partying, unless absolutely neccessary haha&lt;br /&gt;7) Take part in a half biathelon, dual, of half tri as well, i ll see how.&lt;br /&gt;8) Greater effort and les angst towards friends, even though some cheesebuns dont give two shits..&lt;br /&gt;9) Lose weight, that ll be so much easier with alchohol out of the way, but the hard part comes with major dieting, hey man at least im trying yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ll probably eat up my year yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, to keep singing for God, in church, maybe alumni as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure, just go where the wind takes me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Exxxiiitt light!!! Enterrrr nighttt!!! Graiinn of sandd!!! Off to never never landdd!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh humour me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-7089423435249791410?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/7089423435249791410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/7089423435249791410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-all.html' title='Happy New Year All =)'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-6517034894946051171</id><published>2008-12-21T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T13:21:47.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories*</title><content type='html'>Hey yall, its been long since i updated, since other blogs have updated haha, somehow i feel slightly inclined to post one up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happened so far, mainly my bro's back from seattle, hell yeah lol. Had an awesome party at arena, freakin cannon and loads of pictures to remember it from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest well Ian, haha last one for the year at 31th of DECEMBER WOOHOO!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, had a nice warm choir xmas party too, lol though i wouldnt say intentions there were pretty clean and for the best. I strangely felt pretty happy, and seriously my heart was beating during dinner, just seeing everyone together again and eating, talking cock, making fun of me =(, chilling etc. It wasnt pretty bad indeed, i would say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the drinking part was totally messed up lol, entertaining yet stupidddd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well cant have the best of everything in life can we??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess cause i ve been partying quite a fair bit, maybe some explanation will help, especially to those who dont understand fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aite the true essence of clubbing, is to really let loose, flirting and all that. Alright sure its unhealthy and can get dirty at times. However as following everything in life, the question is, what are ur intentions for that night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure starting out it was hell yeah abt girls and who can get more, hp numbers etc etc. But as we continue to grow up into adults, for me, it is now abt friends and having fun with them. In truth, its the memories that we create together that are extremely pleasant to look back on, hilarious too, as u can see from facebook pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shit definetly every clubber would have what grinded* or what shit before, thats part and parcel of life itself. U have to experience it all life has to offer u right? Plus it even enhances friendships and show true character, believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example taking care of ur dead drunk friend, believe me it is hell as not easy as it looks. So i believe its alright to let loose once in a while, for the right reasons, and what is at this very moment in life, at my age group, better than partying? Watching movies? Playing arcade? Maybe hanging out with ur other half, i ll give u that as well. But seriously what other form of entertainment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go out and have some fun pls, u only live once, and we re already turing 20. As many people would agree with me, dont be an inexperienced noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh im actually coming with the intention to f some people with this post. But, nah, not worth my time and effort. Permission to sod off? Oh pls do carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe im forced to do this on a beautiful sunday. Its turing angsty indeed, ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the rest of everyone else, have a merry xmas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-6517034894946051171?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6517034894946051171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6517034894946051171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/12/memories.html' title='Memories*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-3283269560138253656</id><published>2008-12-08T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:33:09.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahem, the calm before the battle*</title><content type='html'>Well well well, what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been pretty damn long since i updated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past events have been pretty meaningful and fun at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Hans' house party to rushing to school everyday to performing at SAM to bbq till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time just flies past so fast doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well one thing i ve been angstying abt recently is about effort. Communication wise. I mean come on, after J C we all havent really been spending much time with each other? The only means of communications are perhaps facebook, msn, hotmail and handphones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ask urself, have u personally taken the effort to catch up with ur old friends? To sms them and ask them how they are? To reply a certain invitation here and there? Ok, i know im kinda fault here too, thus we should generate Greater awareness of this problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO FOR UR CATCH UP MEALS AND WHAT NOT, CALL AND TALK, MEET AND CATCH UP AGAIN! RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note lol. Performing at Singapore arts' museum was really, an unexpected surprise for me. After being out of shape for so long, and losing my voice to yells at nightspots, it really really felt good singing with friends again. More importantly, singing for the Lord once again. So maybe its tough going back to school everyday and going home at late hours at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really after the performance, man, the feeling was so satisfying, its hard to explain lar, gotta put urself in my shoes to experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, life's been a wee bit sluggish at the moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for my niggar bro to come back to sg, and more people to end their exams, and then. Where my party people at? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol so far with the way things have been going, i ve been planning non stop for quite a fair bit of events, simply i might consider doing events in the future. Location, manpower, logistics, etc. Its really a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its strange too, so far i ve met some people who i feel out of place at times, both the superior and inferior feeling, ever get that? Weird, its not like we re actually superior or inferior, no elistism pls, more of a diferent culture lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturity level too at times yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway its late, gotta try to mug french, sign up for driving, take SATS again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-3283269560138253656?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/3283269560138253656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/3283269560138253656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahem-calm-before-battle.html' title='Ahem, the calm before the battle*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-3639228810521040197</id><published>2008-11-23T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:35:48.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night with friends*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Army guys and gals. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before we get old, u know how we roll, Zouk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlxrmDhsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/1P6kPTC-P2E/s1600-h/SDC10180+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271869832577528130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlxrmDhsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/1P6kPTC-P2E/s320/SDC10180+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Where my party people at?" Quote Fergie.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlxrYTGe3I/AAAAAAAAACc/NybsdtGxnp4/s1600-h/SDC10176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271869828884757362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlxrYTGe3I/AAAAAAAAACc/NybsdtGxnp4/s320/SDC10176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuok Ming, Ian, Behemoth and Bo ji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlxrwTksSI/AAAAAAAAACs/KYK7ESZ-myc/s1600-h/SDC10182+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271869835329188130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlxrwTksSI/AAAAAAAAACs/KYK7ESZ-myc/s320/SDC10182+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Behemoth's camera was on test mode. The river is actually indeed a nice place, feels so peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlyLMc4FkI/AAAAAAAAADk/BNh9CO08Vwg/s1600-h/SDC10215+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271870375460345410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlyLMc4FkI/AAAAAAAAADk/BNh9CO08Vwg/s320/SDC10215+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They ran into Whisky, Tequila shots, long island teas, APPLE SHOOTERS, Graveyards and AK-47s. Very good. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlyKw7gtyI/AAAAAAAAADc/-8AZNkhj5-g/s1600-h/SDC10191+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271870368072644386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlyKw7gtyI/AAAAAAAAADc/-8AZNkhj5-g/s320/SDC10191+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlyKXG4SYI/AAAAAAAAADM/Lc7RoIDJlIw/s1600-h/SDC10189+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlyKTLa_JI/AAAAAAAAADU/XjAHPQrkBvQ/s1600-h/SDC10190+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlxsM-VPqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/i1rUc0F9TIs/s1600-h/SDC10183+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlyJ_0_6dI/AAAAAAAAADE/9Qr1q2RxFaQ/s1600-h/SDC10186+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behemoth, Hans (RJC bastard, lol that was so instinctive =) ), Amy, Cheverone, Mindy and Moi. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We ran into each other, lol, jk jk the same names above too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlyKTLa_JI/AAAAAAAAADU/XjAHPQrkBvQ/s1600-h/SDC10190+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271870360086314130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlyKTLa_JI/AAAAAAAAADU/XjAHPQrkBvQ/s320/SDC10190+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Party party party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlyKXG4SYI/AAAAAAAAADM/Lc7RoIDJlIw/s1600-h/SDC10189+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271870361141004674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlyKXG4SYI/AAAAAAAAADM/Lc7RoIDJlIw/s320/SDC10189+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlxsM-VPqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/i1rUc0F9TIs/s1600-h/SDC10183+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlxsPuhW8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/fsf8-LKZIRo/s1600-h/SDC10185+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moi and my bro/dog Xinwei a.k.a Xingay, this was purely a Bros' pic but she had to come in. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlyJ_0_6dI/AAAAAAAAADE/9Qr1q2RxFaQ/s1600-h/SDC10186+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271870354891991506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlyJ_0_6dI/AAAAAAAAADE/9Qr1q2RxFaQ/s320/SDC10186+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlxsM-VPqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/i1rUc0F9TIs/s1600-h/SDC10183+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlxsPuhW8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/fsf8-LKZIRo/s1600-h/SDC10185+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeremy and Hans, my OETI dudes. In case ur wondering, this is a purely RJC pic, bastards! LOL, jk, theyzz werez partyingz as wellsz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlxsPuhW8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/fsf8-LKZIRo/s1600-h/SDC10185+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271869843763715010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlxsPuhW8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/fsf8-LKZIRo/s320/SDC10185+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlxsM-VPqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/i1rUc0F9TIs/s1600-h/SDC10183+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes Xingay, Behemoth was gone. Bloody china man cant hold his alcohol, phizzle. Oh he puked 12 times outside later, Very Not gd. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlyjTu0WxI/AAAAAAAAADs/dX17R4gL9kc/s1600-h/SDC10194+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlxsM-VPqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/i1rUc0F9TIs/s1600-h/SDC10183+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271869843024723618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlxsM-VPqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/i1rUc0F9TIs/s320/SDC10183+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlyjTu0WxI/AAAAAAAAADs/dX17R4gL9kc/s1600-h/SDC10194+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Party party party. Heres to our youth!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlyjTu0WxI/AAAAAAAAADs/dX17R4gL9kc/s1600-h/SDC10194+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271870789731506962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlyjTu0WxI/AAAAAAAAADs/dX17R4gL9kc/s320/SDC10194+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behemoth, Bo ji and the gals. There's my party people! (at)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-3639228810521040197?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/3639228810521040197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/3639228810521040197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/11/night-with-friends.html' title='A night with friends*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SSlxrmDhsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/1P6kPTC-P2E/s72-c/SDC10180+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-782031690491623175</id><published>2008-11-20T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:01:00.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends for the win*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tin Y's Bd cum mini party at my crib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jap food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chocolate Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Contreau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Baileys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ipod with docket connector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cam wores*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;White socks and shuffling lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Champange =) Thanks Pops! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gd friends, wish xingay could have come lar honestly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So tell me, whats better in life than seeing ur friends' having friggin big smiles on their faces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pics coming up soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If i shine u shine too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Homofest at z o u k this fri!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BD TIN Y!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-782031690491623175?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/782031690491623175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/782031690491623175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/11/friends-for-win.html' title='Friends for the win*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-8745807631461904726</id><published>2008-11-14T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:24:59.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No need for a disguise, i always wish u the best*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep her safe from harm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dont shortcut her process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always shower ur blessings to her pls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Help her to lead and examplify through love and care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need and want nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Contented by seeing her growth through u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep them both safe and happy, through ur guidance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-8745807631461904726?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/8745807631461904726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/8745807631461904726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-need-for-disguise-i-always-wish-u.html' title='No need for a disguise, i always wish u the best*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-8842655925293294527</id><published>2008-11-12T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:23:46.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When everyone else is having exams*</title><content type='html'>Lol im too darn darn lazy to initate anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifes been pretty boring just the usual routine of gymming, swimming, running etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Kelvin and I a.k.a Behemoth, took an extra lap around the camp today, closing our distance to around 5 km? Estimated around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Ite dude saw me and told me later in camp "Wah, when i saw u i panic man, i tot u were were officer" =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, yes my friend ur not the first to have said that i am indeed officer or commando material haha. Oh well, never judge a book by its cover c9l2! =) But that jog took my ankle out for the day, it was aching like mad. Freaking pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have i been up to? Honestly? Chickling.....haha the army slang for meeting new friends*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, i think that as we grow up, we no longer go just for looks? I mean individual standard is still individual standard after all. Ur own preference and liking. However, i find that at the end of the day, its all about connections and how well u can relate to the other half. Thats the most important i feel, some sense of stability, rather than superficial judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind still friends, individual standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean i do have friends telling me in camp about some hot chick*( its a slang) that they saw on the bus and etc etc, "dude shes so hott". Maybe its army, maybe its the excessive amount of homo nights that we spend together, maybe we re just guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, i do find it a bit bo liao* Honestly, not that im dishing them! Haha i mean hans and I talk a whole lot of cock about those NS Ord liao punks with long hair stealing our JC chicks and how we re gonna crash Prom night parties and all. How we know this girl from a friend, how shes attached and the usual sentence "Wah lao Bf only can break up one what.." LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really really really a whole Lot Of Cock And Bull man. Its crazy lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i know at the end of the day, connections and stability is all that matters, to me at least, u guys have ur own opinions lol. Im glad that im pretty much over the superficial looks phase, honestly, im too darn lazy to hold long msn convos, unless im really into u lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough with the rants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to say all the best to Uni kids with ur exams and Jc kids too with ur A levels! All the best!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok the video im about to show is heavy death metal. Its not satanic according to my friend, mr kelvin cheena behemoth lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF U CANT STOMACH HEAVY MUSIC AND DO NOT HAVE AN OPEN MIND DO NOT I REPEAT DO NOT WATCH THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEHEMOTH SLAVE SHALL SERVE. GENRE OF MUSIC, HEAVY DEATH METAL. It scared me first time lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Op_E6sQzvwY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Op_E6sQzvwY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-8842655925293294527?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/8842655925293294527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/8842655925293294527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-everyone-else-is-having-exams.html' title='When everyone else is having exams*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-3758802496715534506</id><published>2008-11-06T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:32:44.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far in point form*</title><content type='html'>Well well well, lifes been pretty interesting so far haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to say, God's been throwing stuff at me one after the other, i got a hunch a trial's coming up real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I made 2 very cool friends in camp, Kelvin is a cheena dude, he really looks cheena and stuff, but he really makes me laugh everyday till im tearing. He introduced me to heavy metal satanic music nonsense, which i found pretty amusing and entertaining. Needless to say, although disturbed by it, it is bloody hilarious to MOSH together hardcore style in camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other champion is Jonathan who i call by 4 nicknames in camp, no kidding. Bo ji (meaning no balls), fucking idiot, fucking moron and simple Jon as per tropic thunder. We have this gym master and gym disciple relationship going on, and now and then, because of the fact that this 84 kg always talks cock or jakks himself, hans and I will beat him up together. WWE style. Oh yes hes a metal head too, his electric guitar skills are off the charts and he moshes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha its really really hilarious. Gotta be in my position to see the crude humour in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange how im getting along with different people i never ever met b4, its like we can clique really well and do stupid stuff togther, be it moshing while area cleaning or being gay, or even practicing javelin using wooden rakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vulgarities in camp, the gayness of constantly slapping each others asses, the punching and abusing of each other (in a joking manner of course, no fights), talking abt guy issues, girls, certain websites heh heh, dream girls and etc; its just part of a Singaporean male's rite of passage in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXPERIENCE A BIT OF EVERYTHING IN LIFE AS I ALWAYS LIKE TO SAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It almost, almost makes me wonder if we live properly in a all male society. HELL NO!!! Not because im homophobic, but yeah whose going to reel us in when our testostorone levels hit beyond a certain level??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need the other gender??????............................................................LoL i sound so much like a MCP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im looking forward to zouking with Bo Ji/Simple Jon and my old friend this fri, celebrating some dude's bd. As well as technoing and shuffling with Han this Sat night at New and Improved IRUNOURS! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to Uni kids with ur exams as well!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah i hired a gym insructor too, and im really hoping he ll push me to the extent that i ll feel like puking my guts out after every session. Looking forward to it! LoL. Feeding my ego, i suspect im the fastest runner among the 70 plus people in my camp that go for live runs every mon wed and fri. HEH HEH! Take that from an overweight C9L2 dude! Yowza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So im still young and living out the rest of my teenage years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It aint long before we start wanting to settle down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I longed for maturity time and time again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tasted what love felt like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Opened my eyes to more things that i never thought i would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So maybe i ll do something crazy time and time again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So maybe i ll worry of what people will think of me in time to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But theres no need to feel insecure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its part and parcel of growing up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey genetically speaking, i love my dad for still being childish at 50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hes cool &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most of all, as long as nothing distracts me from God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Own time own target&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CARRY ON!!!!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-3758802496715534506?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/3758802496715534506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/3758802496715534506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-far-in-point-form.html' title='So far in point form*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-693388010835459803</id><published>2008-10-26T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T01:22:37.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, the bad and the naughty*</title><content type='html'>Well in no order, my weekend was rather mild, chillax is term for it lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Watched tropic thunder. (Hilarious i tell u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Played an awesome session of squash, till my tank top was soaked with sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Went drinking in at orchard towers, some pub/club there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Shuffled while wearing kidish clothing in front of the popular residents of orchard towers. That was an experience. They tried to copy me btw lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Went for my first ever photo shoot with a model at some deserted place. That too was an experience. Pics looked pretty decent, will upload them asap lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Went to my aunties' Pub with my relatives and nieces, KTV and drank beer with them too lol, oh my mom went too. Man, i just realised the major benefits of being a tenor. Singing songs even such as Elton John was quite a problem for me. So who sings B2 other than classical genre??? dammit...It was fun seeing my mom going back decades back again to enjoy some gd old singing, my gwadddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zouk idea just seems more feasible now in my head, yes, yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that in life, theres always a grey area, u cant be the extreme of two sides to a coin. I know its pretty simply to say right or wrong, but i guess in reality its different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gd night ya ll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-693388010835459803?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/693388010835459803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/693388010835459803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-bad-and-naughty.html' title='The Good, the bad and the naughty*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-864954167146368111</id><published>2008-10-22T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:02:58.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why R n B is still the prefered genre*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IIvR_ksO3uU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IIvR_ksO3uU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is why Akon is so famous, because the hooks he sings are one of the best. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AyWZOnllh5A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AyWZOnllh5A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Catchy isn't it? I can so imagine us dancing to this beat all night long. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol, different strokes for differents folks, yes, but dont waste ur youth away!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where my party people at?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-864954167146368111?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/864954167146368111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/864954167146368111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-r-n-b-is-still-prefered-genre.html' title='Why R n B is still the prefered genre*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-4189993140568679222</id><published>2008-10-22T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:43:41.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good friends*</title><content type='html'>Its all so true, sadistically and sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fact is that, without any restrains or hardships in life, we will never ever grow up, nor learn to treasure the smallest things around us. Imagine having a holiday for an entire year, not having to study, that would indeed make life so meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need trials and tribulations to force ourselves to see the bigger picture and push beyond our comfort zones, and what we ever thought we could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent seen Tin y, Tze Shun and Yanni in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with them along with Han and Ian was so very refreshing. It made me realise how much i missed them. Talking cock and laughing about trival matters again. One example would be clubbing, (lol), its not the fun we had inside there, be it good or bad, it was more of the memories that we all created with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories that would last us a lifetime. Thanks to Han for organising this awesome dinner indeed lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if i saw them everyday i would start taking them for granted? Possibly, though i dont think i would ever do that, its human i guess. But anyway the fact is i had an awesome kick ass dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardship that we are going through now, whatever it may be, will only serve to enhance the happiness and satisfaction that we will enjoy later, in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continue to grow through life and the teachings of the people in my life, my elders, seniors and even juniors. I learn to treasure time spent with people, friends, and yes, i learn to love   them too, even more so. No matter how much i receive in return, because it doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irumours On Sat, see my techno dancing how Zaizzz, lol.&lt;br /&gt;What can i say? Army boys =) Ah bengs For The Win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Baby the spirit of the motion dont let me feel devotion..haha, hilarious i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Drink like a king dance like a pro!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes everything in moderation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-4189993140568679222?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/4189993140568679222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/4189993140568679222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-friends.html' title='Good friends*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-5588740054854008226</id><published>2008-10-19T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:15:58.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not going well*</title><content type='html'>Well, its a raining and sleepy sunday, i just woke up from my hour long nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda felt as though i slept for 6 hours and woke up for green black and brown the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again i had that dream, same as the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the kind of dreams, when u think about an issue intensively enough, you ll actually dream abt it, and lets just say it wasnt too pleasant for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like, everytime, opportunity comes, i feel as though im an actor, pretending to be ignorant and more concerned about other things. But even the slightest whism, bring my attention to you. Ultimately, no matter how much i talk about it or express how i feel inside, secretly, it takes two to tango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, i am still Raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, i met some choir grand junior in town last night when she was with her bf? Childish punk lookin guy, it was nine something near ten outside the toys s rus there. LOL why the freak am i so concerned my choir grand juniors' bf!! (No offence to ur bf, my lst impression of him is just bad thats all). Anyway, i pangseh samuel and xingay for a while and went to chat with her. Looking very sad indeed, she was worried about failing her Promos and getting retained. I said some stuff to her, but think i ll get mah chen zhong the dog to give her some advice, think that ll make her feel tons better =) But of course, i ll pray she doesnt get retained. Thinking about it, although not ideal, retaining is not the end of the world, its just another chance for you, so grab it and make urself feel happy in the process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Leheng few hours back on the bus, she was going to her bfs place, a.k.a Mr rich guy lol. To study apparently, and perhaps some romance?? HAHAH JK LEHENG!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Cupid does indeed have a thing or two for choir folks i just realized. Congrats to Chen Zhong too, u know what i mean dog =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i hope they ll all be extremely happy with each other and yeah, how am i suppose to say it? I don't know how to use love as a vocab, because to me, its so vague. Just love each other as long as u possibly can. There, much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With God's blessing too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr, i broke my hiatus on sat by drinking a cup of beer with samuel at chips! Shucks, back to the drawing board!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im singing Come Go With Me now, its so apt haha. COVER UR EARS! SAVE THE WOMEN AND CHILDREN FIRST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come come come come, come into my heart....&lt;br /&gt;Yes i need you, yes i really need you.....&lt;br /&gt;U never give me a chance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u smell it, its gonna be Xmas soon =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-5588740054854008226?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/5588740054854008226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/5588740054854008226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-not-going-well.html' title='This is not going well*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-7124325362976115720</id><published>2008-10-16T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:13:43.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause i put my faith in believing, that everything will be alright thanks to God*</title><content type='html'>You reap what u sow indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was pretty bad, long island tea is indeed undrinkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A painful lesson in camp today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the hiatus will seriously begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XINGAYS COMING BACK ON FRI!! YOWZA! Lol time to pwn some skinny ass in pool, gym, swimming and lan. Im looking forward to them homo nights!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROS OVER .........!!! As much as i want to yell it, we cant do without each other =) SERIOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im terribly worried for something and i cant do anything in my power abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW its going to turn out well. Please Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-7124325362976115720?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/7124325362976115720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/7124325362976115720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/10/cause-i-put-my-faith-that-everything.html' title='Cause i put my faith in believing, that everything will be alright thanks to God*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-7666942201960885368</id><published>2008-10-14T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:16:11.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To always see the bigger picture* I am getting old btw</title><content type='html'>So i went for a hair cut late at night, to cineleisure's supercut, managed to trick Andy, the guy who always cuts my hair, into thinking i was still schooling, again. Haha! Take that recession!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was talking with dad about business and stuff when he gave me a lift there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, after talking with him, i felt kind of ashamed for slighty neglecting them for the past few weeks going through all that bundle of emotion. For not looking at the bigger picture and always thinking abt my own welfare, yeah im sorry. It didnt help that he didnt sound too hopeful about the company and stuff. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking home from cineleisure took quite a while, but it was worth it, enjoying the night scenery while listening to ur favourite music was indeed, a very chillax session. LoL, forgive my usage of novice vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, our parents who are working are definetely being affected by the whole US issue. Sigh guess we can just pray more and hopefully spend less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON PAP! BRING ON THOSE EXPANSIONARY FISCAL POLICIES!! SPEND ON US U FOOLS! WE NEED IT!!! COME ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K fine, we trust u, but pls dont take ur own sweet time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-7666942201960885368?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/7666942201960885368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/7666942201960885368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-always-see-bigger-picture-i-am.html' title='To always see the bigger picture* I am getting old btw'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-3100994392631917906</id><published>2008-10-12T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:23:23.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going on another hiatus*</title><content type='html'>Ok fine health reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do think the weekly alcohol thing is geting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to take a break, enough with the army mentality to source for alcohol and dance for destressing outlets. Time to start living a healthy lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk today was gd, swam and cycled at one go. Hey i got a nice tan ok, lol, a touch o vanity there excuse moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to have dinner with parents, Han's family, and Roy my bro's bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adele, han's sis, "Jerome i think ur muscles are disintegrating''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, ''holy crap........''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I VE HAD IT WITH THESE M*****F******* COMMENTS ABT MY M****F***** BODY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine, maybe quoting Samuel L. Jackson isn't really appropriate here, but still, its just feels apt at the right moment lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yes, she does have a point, hence the __weeks hiatus shall begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy ''Jerome do u want a glass of wine?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "No thanks, (deciding to be cheeky), i dont drink"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han, my mom, Roy bursts out laughing, SARCASTICALLY I MAY ADD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, aunty and i think Adele, merely smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy "U should have seen him at Jon's 21th party!''&lt;br /&gt;Han (wants to say all the experiences we had, but decides to hold it in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt expect the response to be a big hoo ha.&lt;br /&gt;OK NOT GD!!!! THE WARNING SIGNS ARE ALL GOING OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note. I am the kind of person who would go all out for something, just pondering a random scenario. If my friend were to commit suicide, i ll seriously chop my fingers one by one to scare him/her to avoid jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes gory and extreme. I dont know why, but i just cant adopt the Ur-Tai-Ji mentality. Its just not me, not the way i ve been brought up. Why am i posting this, one might ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question is should i change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im only say, 85% there yet, still not fully recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BAH!" bellows the ah beng, in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord im doing, all i can, (strum strum), to be a better man*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-3100994392631917906?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/3100994392631917906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/3100994392631917906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/10/going-on-another-hiatus.html' title='Going on another hiatus*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-5640193623375913302</id><published>2008-10-11T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T10:11:08.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God will provide*</title><content type='html'>Even during those times, it was kinda hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully, God is Good. Army exams, even with the absence of my good buddies, new people came along. Catch up sessions, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i agree to a certain blog post, heh, that, just because people do not give a damn about you, doesnt mean u should do the same to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats just foolish, but non the less, we are human after all, and naturally, we will tire out and not care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with God's grace, we can much stronger than what we actually are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rites of passage for both guys and girls like i said, people have gone through this and recovered fully, so why cant we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit i feel so old now a days, no more R n B and all that nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a natural progression i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR I REFUSE TO FEEL SO OLD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk i shall endeavour to pretend to be 16 from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming events folks!&lt;br /&gt;Family outing at thumpers with dad mom, dad's credit card heh heh, *ka-ching*, and friends&lt;br /&gt;Oktober Fest with gym folks!!&lt;br /&gt;And more catching up too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, anyone wanna urm watch a movie or play Lan? Up for some late night basketball? Oh wait, 16 years old have curfew , or maybe rebel a bit and go for some underage party....gasp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clubbing, so Exciting!! Hope i dont get bounced!!!! Omg, so many drinks, all so expensive, i just want my normal vodka mixed with anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol who am i trying to kid, sorry folks i just felt bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night yall =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-5640193623375913302?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/5640193623375913302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/5640193623375913302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-will-provide.html' title='God will provide*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-2992374113728991294</id><published>2008-10-02T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:34:20.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than meets the eye, everyone has a God given beauty in them, no matter what*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9K2EA8SWhh8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9K2EA8SWhh8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Andrew Johnston, what a voice. Hes been bullied since age of 6. We all have our own individual problems, past and present. I guess what matters is that there will always be people around for us. And no matter what people say, there will always be a beautiful side in you, somewhere. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let 2009 be that change*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-2992374113728991294?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/2992374113728991294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/2992374113728991294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-than-meets-eye-everyone-has-god.html' title='More than meets the eye, everyone has a God given beauty in them, no matter what*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-7249945277866263188</id><published>2008-09-27T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T17:11:32.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Care for a dance?*</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KA2B5X0LhMY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KA2B5X0LhMY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is highly entertaining, im gonna practice secretly at home LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a partner, any takers??!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-7249945277866263188?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/7249945277866263188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/7249945277866263188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/09/care-for-dance.html' title='Care for a dance?*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-8065547797406659895</id><published>2008-09-24T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:19:19.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for you, Miss Foo*</title><content type='html'>Its kinda funny how things turned out in the end, well, i don't know for sure what the future beholds for us, our friendship, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout all the problems, the arguments, the sensitive issuses, I blame most of it all on my lack of experience with dealing in situations such as these; the fact remains that what we felt for each other was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure how things are gonna be like from now on already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ve learnt a great deal of lessons the hard way from this. The tears i shed secretly, how ironic now that im typing this aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first things first, thanks to God Father in Heaven who helped me perserve through all of the pains and emotional relapses that i endured. Once again for exposing all my weaknesses at one go as well too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, for always being so understanding and forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends for supporting me in being happy, although i never followed any of your advices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was complicated/screwed up/fucked up at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But one thing's for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were the best thing that happened to me this year&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So without further ado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time for some R n B*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pvwy8MdUB64&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pvwy8MdUB64&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you my friend, heres a toas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t to us in the future =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-8065547797406659895?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/8065547797406659895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/8065547797406659895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-ones-for-you-miss-foo.html' title='This one&apos;s for you, Miss Foo*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-8577421102118756798</id><published>2008-09-22T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:09:24.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Foo*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;If u still love him, please go back to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Im not worthy enough for anything more than &lt;em&gt;close friends&lt;/em&gt;, if its still gonna be possible after this. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just keep your promise of doing your best for ur academics, please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And dont worry about hurting me or breaking my heart, i wont die.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Music, endorphines and friends to distract me from the frequent bouts of emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I have let my heart win too many times already, time to use more brains and logic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Prayer helps too =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I am not going to revert to some childish young immature boy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-8577421102118756798?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/8577421102118756798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/8577421102118756798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/09/miss-foo.html' title='Miss Foo*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-2564645312294185709</id><published>2008-09-21T03:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T09:41:18.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never ever imagined it would hurt this bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know whats right, but my feelings scream in conflict.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I admit that i ve said some wrong things and perhaps things which have complicated matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through all the problems, the laughs, this short period of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The fact remains that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like you so very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I so hope that everything will turn out right and for the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause i feel so much for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel extremely vulnerable now, presented to you on a silver platter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isnt it ironic of how true it is that, what goes around comes around?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-2564645312294185709?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/2564645312294185709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/2564645312294185709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/09/you.html' title='You*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-6664774866972791500</id><published>2008-09-15T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:25:56.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know and Nothing*</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-g1vb_Pt1as&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-g1vb_Pt1as&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-6664774866972791500?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6664774866972791500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6664774866972791500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-know-and-nothing.html' title='I don&apos;t know and Nothing*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-2935994731928810222</id><published>2008-09-15T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:40:36.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ll let the pictures do the talking*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have noticed that recently, i ve been posting a lot about myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, isnt't that the whole purpose of a blog, one might ask? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, some events happened, and lifes not always abt me, its about my dear friends too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SM30jtgKfoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/POAbQNcoOCg/s1600-h/pai"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246118035303595650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SM30jtgKfoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/POAbQNcoOCg/s320/pai" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SM30j8FKgRI/AAAAAAAAACE/t1rTzj42GFk/s1600-h/pai3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SM30jkI8i0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/NhKn1vRYYy0/s1600-h/pai2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246118032790293314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SM30jkI8i0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/NhKn1vRYYy0/s320/pai2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SM30j8FKgRI/AAAAAAAAACE/t1rTzj42GFk/s320/pai3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SM30j8FKgRI/AAAAAAAAACE/t1rTzj42GFk/s1600-h/pai3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SM30jzjksKI/AAAAAAAAACM/VF5Fcutb2M4/s1600-h/pai4"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246118036928508066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SM30jzjksKI/AAAAAAAAACM/VF5Fcutb2M4/s320/pai4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SM30j5L3JfI/AAAAAAAAACU/Wd17ZSQfGzA/s1600-h/pai5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SM30jzjksKI/AAAAAAAAACM/VF5Fcutb2M4/s1600-h/pai4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SM30j8FKgRI/AAAAAAAAACE/t1rTzj42GFk/s1600-h/pai3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SM30jzjksKI/AAAAAAAAACM/VF5Fcutb2M4/s1600-h/pai4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SM30j5L3JfI/AAAAAAAAACU/Wd17ZSQfGzA/s1600-h/pai5"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246118038439667186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SM30j5L3JfI/AAAAAAAAACU/Wd17ZSQfGzA/s320/pai5" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SM30j5L3JfI/AAAAAAAAACU/Wd17ZSQfGzA/s1600-h/pai5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SM30j5L3JfI/AAAAAAAAACU/Wd17ZSQfGzA/s1600-h/pai5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy belated bd my brother =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SM30j5L3JfI/AAAAAAAAACU/Wd17ZSQfGzA/s1600-h/pai5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-2935994731928810222?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/2935994731928810222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/2935994731928810222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-ll-let-pictures-do-talking.html' title='I ll let the pictures do the talking*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SM30jtgKfoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/POAbQNcoOCg/s72-c/pai' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-8670590670617614719</id><published>2008-09-07T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:11:34.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im an endorphine junkie*</title><content type='html'>Ho hum, my parents and bro left singapore for USA Washington. For a period of estimated 14 days. Need to say, a house party has already happened at my place, with loads of left over booze too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtching them left at the departure gate, i really cant believe all soon life has passes. 19 years and my bro will be studying in a foreign country. Shocking myself, i felt tears of sadness welling up in my eyes, crying over my brother...hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i guess this is what people always talk about, not missing somone badly till they leave you. Ok OK so hes coming abck for Xmas, but then i dunno how to explain this sensation, i was an emo wreck on friday seriously, and surprisingly it wasnt over the fairer sex. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, fri was really a double edged sword, freedom and sadness combined. How ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonthe less the house party was good, too bad people had to leave early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a wedding the next morning, haha. The groom waited for his bride, for apparently 10 years.......TEN WHOLE YEARS....OH MY SUNNNNNNNN LOL. That my friends, is DEDICATION!!!! LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emoing my sat too, thank God for my niggar bro XinGay, tkaing me for runs and gymming sessions, plus talking cock too. The endorphines produced in ur brain really helps u a lot, just realized that. Felt so much better, its like being at home just makes me feel emo and all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, like i said lar, true i have fucked up certain occasions, but thats cause i was young and foolish, insert in a it of logic and maturity, added with help from God, everythings gonna be alrighttttt...no one..no one...No oneee, lol Alicia Keys. Sorry that was random..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still take two hands to clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh had French lesson on friday hahaha it was SO GOOODDD, Ian and myself totally enjoyed our very first lesson, with a french teacher who flirts like crazy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key word i learned that day, JE T^AIME!! In english it means I love You. awwwww haha, now u know why french guys do make women fall heads over heels lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The language is so beautiful, and the culture compliments it further. Ok ok so Shu wei says when it gets the numbers, it ll be a pain in the ass, but so far so good =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna use this temporary freedom to meet up with old friends and catch up with God, ok bad excuse i should have done it at a regular pace, all the time more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enchante!! Nice to meet you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all goes well today with what i have in mind. To add another chapter to my record of being a zero fighter. If i keep this up, my grandma's gonna so kill me, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously. Thanks to the Lord God, for giving me such wonderful parents and sibling too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family family, for those who know me, its kinda awkward for me to say this, but im gonna do it anyway. To my family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JE T'AIME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-8670590670617614719?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/8670590670617614719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/8670590670617614719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-endorphine-junkie.html' title='Im an endorphine junkie*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-1129590696791112674</id><published>2008-08-23T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T01:07:58.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause i aint no superman, im just a guy trying to help*</title><content type='html'>Guess i saw a different side of singapore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The protected Junior College higher education, aways from all relationships and links from Poly people and ITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major differences in lifestyle? The level of openess, the courage and ability to rotate among the four bases with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lack of discipline, the so called fun in that, the thrill the excitement, the created sensation of love. Lust is not denied, self control is being tested and morales are strained..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People blame it on age, or use it as an excuse to satisfy themselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who we are, what we are. So apparent, especially for first time impressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The courage to deny the system of monkey see monkey do, thats real courage, to say no. To stand firm and do whats right. To sacrifice fun? For safety and welfare of others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose to blame? Dont be naive underneath that veil of traditional Chinese thinking. Theres always two sides to a coin, perhaps not 50 50. But there definetly is another side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont say im innocent of all these sins either, because it takes two hands to clap. Maybe its a phase in which all human beings have to go through, the high the experience, the lessons learned. All by the hard way. We could always say who gives a f and walk away. But deep down, u will feel something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh and joke about it, theres always a time and place to have fun, but do bear in mind limits and consequences. For at the end of the day, morning, night, we are all responsible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna judge, i know whats right. I just wanna help. Neither am i looking down on others, i dont have a right to, cause we re all made equally in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to help, because i believe there is so much untapped potential in us all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here comes the tough part of not being a hypocrite. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i believe through God, all things are possible =) Lets DO THIS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah chicken, tmr got some bball match, hope my team does well! =) Though we never once trained at all, haha hopefully we ll meet some noobs and own them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older guys and younger girls, i so get it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-1129590696791112674?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/1129590696791112674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/1129590696791112674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/08/cause-i-aint-no-superman-im-just-guy.html' title='Cause i aint no superman, im just a guy trying to help*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-902680026761924307</id><published>2008-08-19T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:42:56.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats most imprt to me now*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is so Good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only through him can i help others and do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though i live it on a high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know his Grace is always there for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-902680026761924307?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/902680026761924307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/902680026761924307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-most-imprt-to-me-now.html' title='Whats most imprt to me now*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-9202657586484917725</id><published>2008-07-28T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:37:53.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so serioussss??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My bro's awesome 21th bd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2kBZxMpOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9K6UJW97e7k/s1600-h/brothers+for+life+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228015086451074274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2kBZxMpOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9K6UJW97e7k/s320/brothers+for+life+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2kBZxMpOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9K6UJW97e7k/s1600-h/brothers+for+life+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Knock urself out pls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Drinks anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2krunqyWI/AAAAAAAAABU/LkYTWh0fBlI/s1600-h/roy+and+his+deadly+drink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228015813602756962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2krunqyWI/AAAAAAAAABU/LkYTWh0fBlI/s320/roy+and+his+deadly+drink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2krunqyWI/AAAAAAAAABU/LkYTWh0fBlI/s1600-h/roy+and+his+deadly+drink.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Roy Gan James Bond Junior with his uber shot, its so strong, u gotta be iron liver material to drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2mnfhgUqI/AAAAAAAAABs/t1Q4lo8oxvQ/s1600-h/brothers+for+life+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228017939854152354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2mnfhgUqI/AAAAAAAAABs/t1Q4lo8oxvQ/s320/brothers+for+life+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Left to right, Geek, Joker, Hardo Gaydo, Pimpmaster, James Bond, Van Helsing, Charlie Chaplin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jamacian dude, Cowboy, Tennis Pro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2krOi14SI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YDaaDhdPZuE/s1600-h/brothers+for+life+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228015804992577826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2krOi14SI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YDaaDhdPZuE/s320/brothers+for+life+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Winner of Best Costume ....Nice!!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2krTQkz5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vny7e7hbqOE/s1600-h/brothers+for+life+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228015806258139026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2krTQkz5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vny7e7hbqOE/s320/brothers+for+life+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I always knew Bong was secretly Emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2krXW_QoI/AAAAAAAAABE/-cBSoKM9rGc/s1600-h/brothers+for+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228015807358780034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2krXW_QoI/AAAAAAAAABE/-cBSoKM9rGc/s320/brothers+for+life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hunks for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2kAqUwlRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6sE4iDnwSj0/s1600-h/brothers+for+life+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228015073715328274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2kAqUwlRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6sE4iDnwSj0/s320/brothers+for+life+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wardrobe MALFUNCTION!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2kA3_tdFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/e-_9SKLBVv8/s1600-h/brothers+for+life+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228015077385139282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2kA3_tdFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/e-_9SKLBVv8/s320/brothers+for+life+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The three bunnies with Fat Bastard and my Pimp bro. He always get the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2kBT6RM0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/fUcpGY4ZJ34/s1600-h/brothers+for+life+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228015084878508866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2kBT6RM0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/fUcpGY4ZJ34/s320/brothers+for+life+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bong couldnt smile without looking like a retard =) +) -)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2kBNjdYhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jfG-yIDkI_k/s1600-h/brothers+for+life+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228015083172225554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2kBNjdYhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jfG-yIDkI_k/s320/brothers+for+life+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Missing one Fat Bastard for Hunks Pic 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2krpA9G1I/AAAAAAAAABM/QbfAgyk3PwQ/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228015812098202450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2krpA9G1I/AAAAAAAAABM/QbfAgyk3PwQ/s320/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My uber family =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For more photos, pls refer to facebook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We should seriously MOS in our costumes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-9202657586484917725?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/9202657586484917725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/9202657586484917725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-bros-awesome-21th-bd-knock-urself.html' title='Why so serioussss??'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBy0cfpFZFY/SI2kBZxMpOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9K6UJW97e7k/s72-c/brothers+for+life+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-1620153876921123767</id><published>2008-07-24T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:50:17.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was a gd day*</title><content type='html'>I so died in army...i just simply rotted my way through the day and did a bit of sai kang, but i managed to finish an 7/8 of a book in just a couple of hours, i guess i do read pretty fast lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER ARMY, the 4 hours was just so exciting and refreshing from the mundane day of green black and brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Far East with my bro and his two friends, Roy and Ferris, and we went to buy our costumes from the costume shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro- PIMP, pimp stick and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferris- Willy Wonka, all purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy- Charlie Chaplin or Dracula, cant remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- Hardo Gaydo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok i can literally FEEL the amount of facebook Nonsense that is gonna come out from Sat's bd bash. Ok yeah Happy 21st bd bro* real older bro!!!! Simply i am going all out to entertain u and ur friends, dammit. This is seriously so embarrassing. My chances of getting a gf now is gonna drop like the US stock market man, haha jk, these things arent imprt in my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st bd, similar to Karno's its at Grand Copthorne GASP ZOUK?? Nah, Mos with free entry thanks to his uber contacts and yeah, i ll be lookin forward to party in my costume with my friends and his friends and yeah random people..Develop ur social skills through ur party animal side, thats something i read off a magazine and yeah it is kinda true, for working life and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the gym, where i did heavy weights to prepare for sat hardo gay act, and i think i inched up the testostorone level in the gym with other guys, cause this guy started doing heavy weights. Shoulder presses standing up with free weights.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, his right hand loses control and whacks his kneecap, crack*, hes on the floor and next thing i know, we call for an ambulance.......My word, ambulance leh, the omg 995...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Dude ur a medic right?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him '' Yeah''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "When do you ORD?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him "oh six months from now''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note he was on the floor clutching his right knee all along, we were waiting for the ambulace to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "Oh sweet man, u can have like 3 months M.C lar then can burn half of that time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im such a chao keng bastard aint I ahahahah..Anyways i wish this dude, Eric all the best, wtf am i blogging this down for...?..Ok ok be nice, all the best for a speedy recovery, long term M.C and more civilian time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can literally sense Sat something is gonna happen haha...Im so damn nervous cause of the fact that my costume is really really too outrageous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i can feel that im maturing and growing as a christian, hopefully lar, with a once and for all small group. Ok not that small..I really really hope this would help me as i continue to experience both the good and bad in life now =). But on that night i dreamt abt stuff, not very pleasant lar i would say, cause i hate being emotional, irrational and insecure, and i do need my sleep ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to God's hands, i have totally no qualms at all =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O God beyond all praising,we worship You today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And sing the love amazing that songs cannot repay;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For we can only wonder at every gift You send,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;At blessings without number and mercies without end:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We lift our hearts before You and wait upon Your Word,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We honor and adore You, our great and mighty Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then hear, O gracious Savior, accept the love we bring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That we who know your favor may serve you as our King;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And whether our tomorrows be filled with good or ill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We’ll triumph through our sorrows and rise to bless You still:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To marvel at Your beauty and glory in Your ways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And make a joyful duty our sacrifice of praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-1620153876921123767?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/1620153876921123767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/1620153876921123767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-was-gd-day.html' title='Today was a gd day*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-1496148522305497654</id><published>2008-07-20T19:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:14:40.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One awesome weekened*</title><content type='html'>I think in total for 2 days i slept like, 12 hrs only abt there, same as a normal weekday. Dang it i should have really slept more man. Lol, last night was really really awesome haha, though i felt i could have entertained u guys more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i was kind pissed off at chris and yanni for pangsehing, especially when i was opening a bottle and got them free entry, with help from my older bro. Thanks dude. Ok honeslty right when they told me that they couldnt come, i was so freakin pissed off, all the different sort of vulgarities came spewing outta my mouth, in all languages. But i mean, thinking abt it, im sure they had valid reasons lar, trust on our friendship so yeah, tis my bad and not theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway on Sat, Karno's dinner was totally uber, at St Regis where there was free flow of booze and other stuff. It was nice of Bong and I to open the first bottle of Whisky to toast and drink together, causeee u will always be myy friendd haha. Simply for ur bd i ll gift wrap a certain someone for u michael yue Bong hahahahahahahahaha. TO ETERNAL LIFEEEE!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say we visited house of condom to get Karno a naughty gift, since EVERYONE was gonna give him something that was dunno ordinary? HAHAHAHHAHAH =) Pimped out in my bd theme of red and black, we walked into the ballroom looking like super stars.............ok ok jk i was the superstar lar not him lol. Some of the choir girls also suddenly became eye candy for karno's occasion, ya know what i mean =) a.k.a lookin gd!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok that sounded so perverted like, what the hell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With an uber spread of buffet, i was glad to chomp down the carbos as fast as i could cause i feeling a wee bit high, and hey im not gonna perform for karno feeling high. Like i told the bartender, the portion of wine for the ladies is just too much, also my fault lar to volunteer to drink most of it. Karno is really a sweet guy and his slide show speeches, and personal testimonies from people who impacted his life, all went to show that yeah, although he can be blur at times, what the heck, he really is a great Christian and role model for us, me*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving to MOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strutting down the road to see my friends in my pimped out gear, WOAHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free entryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!! YOWZA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midori&lt;br /&gt;Chivas&lt;br /&gt;Barcadi 151 holy crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well the night went well with ups and downs. Samuel Punched me while dancing, u freakin noob shit, and i was like bleeding on the dance floor wth..The music was gd lar r n b, and we were all dancing like siao. LoL my bro and his friends came too, but they went to the retro room, which was basically mambo ish. One of them dressed as van helsing while the other wore and afro and was wearing a retro outfit hahaha, damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiang an lost his clubbing virginity to me, and surprisingly he HAD A GD TIME, though immoral.... hahahaahahahhahaahahaahah NICE. Well ur actions my friend not mine. Samuel was Gone and was just like stoning on the dance floor, but congrats dude, U Had a gd time too whether u realised it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah it was fun lar, met the choir alumni people there too, but didnt really dance with them much, haha i would love to see some of them get really high. Oh yeah next time i wanna challenge enoch to a dance off too yeah! Im still so amazed at Samuel lol, now u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, i think i ll stop clubbing for awhile, cause its getting pretty boring now, plus my nets account is damn drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun 19th bd yupz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my friends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont forget Sat dinner =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a hardo gay costume dang it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-1496148522305497654?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/1496148522305497654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/1496148522305497654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-awesome-weekened.html' title='One awesome weekened*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-676241777713014314</id><published>2008-07-13T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:25:54.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A burning passion*</title><content type='html'>How many chances in ur life do u get to meet such wonderful people and learn incredible lessons from them? I really thank God for the chances i have granted and given, whether through harsh or soft ways. Knowing myself, harsh works best =). Stage fright haunts me constantly, no matter how many times i have performed for already, and yet, for everyone of them, i will dedicate the performance to God, for it is through him that sound comes out of my entire being. To have expressions on my face is not an act nor an effort to impress those watching, it is, i assure from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many occasions do u get to bare ur heart, ur entire being onto literally a silver platter for the world to judge u from. That is singing i believe, we work hard to bless people and never to impress them. A celebration of our friendship and to Lord our God, unfraid to show people who we really are, be it whether they judge us or not, we show our love for what we do. Our vulnerability at those moments reflect our strength and integrity even more so, our weaknesses become our strengths and intial fear transforms into joy and passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after so long, i cant believe i still feel the same way as a year back, i may grow older and change in many ways, but i pray to God that my passion will never ever die, and only become stronger in the future. If even more join, that will just be fantastic. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than what i have ever dreamed of getting haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-676241777713014314?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/676241777713014314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/676241777713014314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/07/burning-passion.html' title='A burning passion*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-9188219023256574269</id><published>2008-07-13T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:10:03.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for laughs =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;PRICELESS WORDS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;A husband wakes up at home with a huge hangover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table. He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotless, clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table. 'Honey, breakfast is on the table, I left early to go groceryshopping. Love You!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Totally shocked with the note , he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. He asks, 'Son, what happenedlast night?' His son says, 'Well, you came home around 3 AM, drunk and delirious. Broke some crockery, puked in the hall, and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door'. Confused, the man asks, 'So, why is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me? I should expect a big quarrel with her!' His son replies, 'Oh, that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your clothes n shoes off, you said, 'LADY LEAVE ME ALONE! I'M MARRIED!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Moral Self-induced hangover - $ 400.00 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Broken crockery - $ 800.00 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Breakfast - $ 10.00 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Saying the Right Thing While Drunk - 'PRICELESS ' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;With a no holds bar nineteen bd coming up soon, this serves as a gd precaution and reminder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-9188219023256574269?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/9188219023256574269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/9188219023256574269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just for laughs =)'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-5721341119502508405</id><published>2008-07-06T09:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T10:02:51.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow, i got this hunch everything's gonna turn out fine =)</title><content type='html'>A fantastic concert by Miss Qua's KKMC church..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i felt guilty being in God's presence again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going army tmr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, its all for him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How apt how apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty and worries, but i know if i put all into his hands, all my worries, all my, fickle problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahha, ok ok no emo for this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give my best thats what i ll do today =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because life is just too short, its just the feeling that no one knows yet..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-5721341119502508405?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/5721341119502508405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/5721341119502508405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/07/somehow-i-got-this-hunch-everythings.html' title='Somehow, i got this hunch everything&apos;s gonna turn out fine =)'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-7154256684569723884</id><published>2008-07-01T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T00:50:11.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why pai why like that to me*</title><content type='html'>G ness Han wrote a song for me on his blog......Ok simply i can appreciate it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the lyrics are abt me, being an ultimate.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 year old virgin&lt;br /&gt;Never been kissed&lt;br /&gt;Superbad&lt;br /&gt;American Pie 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN U HAN DAMN U, im gonna throw away all ur davidoff cigarettes and make u suffer in fresh air, u freakin retard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about maybe i like to take things slow? u dumb prick...and i could have ok i could have, but i chose not to cause, maybe like i have uber morals in me? Ah ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No submarines for u on wed....cbb man..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-7154256684569723884?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/7154256684569723884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/7154256684569723884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-pai-why-like-that-to-me.html' title='Why pai why like that to me*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-6578396378240816287</id><published>2008-06-28T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:41:26.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections*</title><content type='html'>Ok ok i ve deleted my last post for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on the spur of the moment and that kind of anger doesnt really benefit me in any sort of way at all. I mean lifes like that, u get pissed off, but the ways u vent it and scream it out too should have like i dunno damage control and not to show u that u cant control urself at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had choir today and went throught the songs, for all the amount of rehearsal i ve been through, they actually seem pretty little lol. BUT then again, thats musicianship, u just have to keep becoming better in what u do, especially if its something u love doing ah ha! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerts coming and i still havent sold a single ticket yet, dammit lol, ok ok by this week i ll make sure my PAIS buy it!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO PAIS BUY AND COME ENJOY GD MUSIC PLS =) WAH LAO PAIS ONE NIGHT ONLY LAR, SOMEMORE MY M.C ENDING THAT DAY OK LOL =) PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good time of dinner with the alumni folks and a very gd rehearsal today lol. Though two of my songs are still pretty weak, combined music rawrrrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm i guess i ve been enjoying both the good and bad in life, choir has been really really gd, though i havent been able to be as close to people as i like with my other friends, but that just takes time, i hope lar, and effort. Whilst clubbing has certainty been highly enjoyable and unforgettable, but its not gd, other than improving my dance moves, etc getting thrills and etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, i really wish i could do something really meaningful this year. Ok AEWF lar, but after that, i really dont know hmmmmmmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well only time can tell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis the good life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-6578396378240816287?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6578396378240816287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6578396378240816287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/06/reflections.html' title='Reflections*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-553861043113435466</id><published>2008-06-22T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:28:04.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Older women....can u say LOL =)*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZ2HB2b_xpQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZ2HB2b_xpQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;American slap stick humour......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-553861043113435466?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/553861043113435466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/553861043113435466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/06/older-womencan-u-say-lol.html' title='Older women....can u say LOL =)*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-3958056759620336425</id><published>2008-06-15T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T16:25:54.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for the music, both good and the not so good?</title><content type='html'>Bleh, im feeling damn full from awesome bbq, wings and all sausages, plus Crayfish YOWZA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my dad tried to push me into the pool...again....U FOOL I HOW STRONG PLS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he ll do more cardo hint hint, hahahha, ok lar f i also need..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the celebration of father's day!! LoL maybe they should have discount at disco clubs for fathers day lol, ladies night for mothers day, and mens night for fathers fay. Hhaha, nah jk jk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched CONAN THE DESTROYER at night, wtf man, it was so bloody lame. Arnold was there when he was not the governor and etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok to reply Han's blog about the three ridiculous accusations abt me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i wont even bother at all, cause WHAT HAPPENS IN THE CLUB STAYS IN THE CLUB. And how abt i dont give two rats ass abt still being an ultimate........u know. Bloody hell, this aint america or what loose country. WE ARE TRADITIONAL CHINESE PEOPLE OK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know what i wont even bother worrying abt it, casue its just plain stupid, and yeah, there are so much better things to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry abt spending too much money man lol, my account is like dying and im struggling to keep it to 3 k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..life seems so surreal now a days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This peer pressure shit is gettin on my nerves, OK. Anyway congrats to the Boston Celtics for THRASHING the Lakers in the Finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just so disappointed and utterly flabbergasted at the lack of fighting spirit they show. Whatever lar, its ur own pasa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now its off to gym =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-3958056759620336425?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/3958056759620336425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/3958056759620336425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/06/thank-you-for-music-both-good-and-not.html' title='Thank you for the music, both good and the not so good?'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-3987745695054750029</id><published>2008-06-08T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:35:37.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I go again*</title><content type='html'>Had my M.C extended for another month =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i ve more or less decided not to put this month to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Lose weight for next years triathetelon&lt;br /&gt;2) Get stronger and leaner&lt;br /&gt;3) Learn new skills, whatever they may be&lt;br /&gt;4) Dont waste time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, tonight was prety funny, although we had a guest in our house, my dad and i still fought. It was good man, he used a great big wooden sword and i used my crutches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats really one part in me that will never die, the kid in me. I mean yes i will grow up mentally and physically, but yar, i dont ever want ro be oh so mature and not fun at all. Thta would just plain suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To really become a full grown adult, mature and all that, doesnt mean u have to compromise who u are in any other way. Just be urself, ur true self, and if people dont like u for who u are, thats just their dai chi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world's too big for fickle insects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nontheless, i believe we should always try to change for the better yes no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer the Lord's calling, to stop thinking small insignificant stuff, to not be so self centered. To care for others more, to help, to give, to serve, to inspire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha i really do enjoy myself when it comes to singing in choir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH GOOD STUFF!!!!!!!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freakin low D E cant hit.....asfishv nI"HSD'f HS"efh "GARFHGZDFH's d'IHsd"gH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH RIGHT and Xingay has some officers thing, 19th June which he has to bring a female companion. HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Social escort services????? Give us ur best pls...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-3987745695054750029?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/3987745695054750029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/3987745695054750029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-i-go-again.html' title='Here I go again*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-6059136338549450166</id><published>2008-06-05T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:31:01.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause we are the champions!!!!</title><content type='html'>Its been a good day LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10 plus like some animal, headed to tin y's crib to watch some uber Korean movies. Ended up watching some Jackie Chan movie. Man i so wanted to watch like Wet dreams or something.. chicken backside....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi worse, after that Tin Y pangseh-ed the clubbing due to certain reasons. I was like internally, freaking hell, arranged one week ago already lar.....my gwad................Ok one small bitching moment for me, i how rarely bitch lar. Its like guys are always ok set onz we ll be there hook or by crook. But girls ah, simply, last minute back out or something or Dont feel like or too tired.. Chicken man it can be so frustrating sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER!!! I understand, i understand, not like dont club will die right. Honestly, theres always next time. Although i am, and i know it, growing outta this phase quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway headed to Plan B, met Zhun and Wei and eh Choonie, a very nice pretty nanyang gang member too at borders to head to Chips. Met Jasmine there from Cjc first three months, nice to see her again, lol surprisingly she acted as though there was no ice formed between the long two years at all. Haha i think that Cj people will always be the same lar, warm and friendly. Thats what i ll always remmeber abt that place. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Chips where GUESS WHO BOUGHT THE DRINKS???? MY GAWD ME OK!!!!! Freakin Many many jugs for the four of us, 36 dollars times many many........equals G NESS TO MY ACCOUNT RAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah we met Cynthia there with Kelly, just wanna have a random shout out to my homies out there, S AND D HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH OMG IM SUCH A PRICK RIGHT NOW LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOW BLOW AHAHAHAHAH..........Ian Ong, u also too ah HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what u get when u go hunting OHHHH OHH OHH OHH =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah over all we had a fun time drinking talking cock, chest hair, shoot shag marry, my gwad it was so fun pls, escpecially when u get kinda high NOT SMASHED PLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres to us ultimate virgins =) HAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! Yeah tis fun really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i hope tin y's loads better with her bf now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like when we were talking abt me right the last time, i think that if i ever get a gf. I would love her to the extent that i wouldnt go overseas to mug, although thats my dream, cause i wanna be in Sg jsut in case anything happens. Hmmmm i think thats just me lar, too nice really, maybe i should try to think of myself more, i dunno. Like when Cyn and Kelly were given a jug of snakebite from another table, i told Cyn to call me in case anything happens, worrying for their safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha i think tin y knows it too lar, i ll cfm get bullied around and be the less dominant half when it comes to being in a relationship, but thats just individual personality aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD HAVE TAKEN SAMUEL'S ADVICE ABT READING MORE ON GOD'S WORD DURING THIS LONG M.C I HAD. dammit........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE GOES ON AINT IT ZHUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I LL SING FOR UR WEDDING WITH UR TV HUSBAND HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-6059136338549450166?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6059136338549450166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6059136338549450166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/06/cause-we-are-champions.html' title='Cause we are the champions!!!!'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-7223384002468673052</id><published>2008-06-01T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:32:05.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A gd sat =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My gawd, my sat began all to soon at one am..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was talking with huixian on msn when i just realized............THERES FREAKIN PRACTICE THE NEXT DAY WTFFFFF!! Freakin hell, i didnt even know abt it lar, cause i ccant access the blog for some reason.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway went for choir at 930 where it was dct conducting us. Yeah it was pretty gd, singing together and cleaning up notes, though the rate in which i learn my notes is really really pissing off. Its slow and inacurate and yeah, at times its just fished up. Dammit. Not bad though hitting the low Ds felt pretty gd hahah, cheap thrill right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I let them sample my NEW G NESS CHEESECAKE!! Yeah it was pretty much tasted like an egg tart, cause I went to put 6 eggs into it so yeah. Liddat lor..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went for lunch where i just realises how time flies so fast, too fast, where once i was a young and immature J one. Ok i wont say im very mature now but i hve grown. Im just glad that people gave my space, scolded me, making me who I am now. Yeah, thanks dudes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At night it was PARTY TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOHOO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Received a call from chorks at Far East abt choir winning 3 Gold in the three categories.GLORY GLORY AC CHOIR hahhaa, yeah man thanks be to Lord really. GD STUFF!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, that night i met Han's friends who were all like smokers except for me, and pretty much first impression killers. Different lar i would say...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Headed to Arena where we had a awesome time dancing, like dance off with each other haha it was so funny man. We like having some slow mo popping dance off, with people around us wondering what the hell are they doing. Oh oh best part was when there was a live band, eh african americans i think, some guy did push ups during the music intro, and he got down split his legs in a ballet manner and sang ''SHE GOT THOSE APPLE BOTTOM JEANS.... BOOTS WITH THE FURR.....THE WHOLE CLUB IS...LOOKIN'...AT HER..'' OMG!!!!!!!! hahaha that was BRILLIANT!!! HAHAHA..Needless to say i was highly amused, either that or the free flow of house pour was kicking in..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They had some dj from america too, R n B dude, yeah he was damn good man, played all the popular songs. Also there was some competition where people were dressed as eh hercules, Mr and Mrs Smith, Pirates of the Carribean, Rihanna, Pussy cat dolls, etc it was pretty funny watching them dance off. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahhhh...the night was gd man. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha but there was one point when i was being an ass. When i was leaning against the stage resting, tired from all the dancing these two girls came like damn close to me for some reason and started dancing with each other....eh hello.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Needless to say slightly high, my manners were gone, i just yawned damn loud and damn awkwardly too...LoL i think that threw them off a tad, like some lion leh really YAWNN!!!!!!!!!!!! Like those that u do and everyone just stops and stares at you, animal like i would say hahaha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry ladies...shagged sia..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LoL my bad, yeah but the night went pretty well indeed.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh and i met Deborah too, my bro's friend's german cousin. Yeah its been years since i saw her, since sec four i think or three. Yeah, she was like ''What are u doing her??'' AH HA hey im legal now man. Wah really ah time flies too fast...really too fast....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;time for recovery sleep ya ll have a good night =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-7223384002468673052?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/7223384002468673052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/7223384002468673052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/06/gd-sat.html' title='A gd sat =)'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-3969995540104730646</id><published>2008-05-30T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T12:55:47.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride goes before a fall*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Freakin hell cheesecake..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) I read the freakin instructions 5 times, apparently like Xingay said i need to read it 20 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) I mistook teaspoon for table spoon, so TWO TABLE SPOONS OF LEMON JUICE WENT INTO IT...SAME FOR VANILLA ESSENCE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) I added eggs into it at the start when it was suppose to be added at the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) I threw the cake into the oven to bake at 260 c for a while, before Zhun and I realized we didnt add the bloody thick cream to thicken it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5) "Eh why the oven not hot one sia?" Freak man i didnt on the switch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The time came this morning when i took it outta of the fridge and tasted it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VINCERO VINCERO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UR HEAD AH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok lar in all seriousness, it tasted pretty ok, not so bad not so nice. Average, but more sugar needed i think. Plus it looks a bit brown and burnt a bit lar, but only at the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"So jerome what cheesecake is this??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Oh its a you know......lemon..eh new york style...eh sponge..tiramisu looking...for diabetics..cheesecake"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SON OF A MONKEY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Freakin g LAR, this cooking shit is really tougher than it seems, dammit!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sianz larz, freakin aggroed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Han!!! U mean i mean less to you then FHM MODELS!!!!!!!! OMG!!! Eh take pics show me pls ahahahha. Jk jk, knock urself out man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, i think one thing i learned from the dancing aspect, not grinding ah pls, thats a whole different throw off topic. Anyway, u ll nvr be as contented or satisfied as u will be if ur dancing with a person u dont actually fancy or care about deeply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL speaking of yesterday. THERE WERE TWO FREAKIN ANIMALS IN THE MRT..omg. Xingay and I were like crammed at the door area there, and i was carrying my pool cue (how cool right), so it was damn uncomfortable, cause my pool cue was whacking people left right centre. Thats how compressed we were. When we came to Orchard, and majority of the people left, OMG, LO AND BEHOLD FREAKING ANIMALS!! Two girls SITTING on the floor with worksheets scattered around them WTF MAN!!!!!! Freaking animals i tell u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was listening to Xingay's ipod and shaking my head, peeping at their worksheets, Anderson Jc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was damn inconsiderate, and animal like. Really leh, A level, dumbshits!! At newton, when we stepped outside i said "Wah those ANDERSON JC GIRLS AH DAMN INCONSIDERATE SIA!'' Ok, i should have said it damn loud think its was too soft for them to hear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok ok, but reflecting on that situation i should have told them off nicely. Then again using my ah beng side would be totally hilarious and a story to tell my kids haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ahem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-3969995540104730646?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/3969995540104730646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/3969995540104730646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/05/pride-goes-before-fall.html' title='Pride goes before a fall*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-5844722230452287237</id><published>2008-05-29T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T09:21:39.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesecake day =)!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im gonna be baking some uber cheese cake today woohoo!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taste my uber cooking and on ur knees when the taste hits u!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, ok gotta rush off for physio now, bringing along Xingay for manual muscle power and Zhun for the small details&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cant wait!! Lets get this party in here!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i seriously bet its gonna taste damn good lar haha, all my gym has finally given me some skill!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or like my mom said "The best food in the world is always cooked with love"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KISS THE CHEF!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IM ON THE HIGHWAY TO HEAVEN!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-5844722230452287237?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/5844722230452287237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/5844722230452287237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/05/cheesecake-day.html' title='Cheesecake day =)!!'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-8588733510460397771</id><published>2008-05-26T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:24:28.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ten Tenors - Il Gladiatore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/85KwYYZ2_PA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/85KwYYZ2_PA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-8588733510460397771?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/8588733510460397771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/8588733510460397771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/05/ten-tenors-il-gladiatore.html' title='The Ten Tenors - Il Gladiatore'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-4030058027967893517</id><published>2008-05-25T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:43:54.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ten Tenors - Bohemian Rhapsody</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZwkMR3LP9c&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZwkMR3LP9c&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes i'd kill to be a tenor, lol. Not that i dont love singing Bass, but yeah, thats the more popular voice range. Anyway enjoy! Their pretty gd haha. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anywhere the wind blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-4030058027967893517?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/4030058027967893517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/4030058027967893517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/05/ten-tenors-bohemian-rhapsody.html' title='The Ten Tenors - Bohemian Rhapsody'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-4139513720316447724</id><published>2008-05-23T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:56:29.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good day*</title><content type='html'>Im feeling pretty darn tired in front of my com now...BUT nontheless the day has been v gd =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started at freakin 245 am where i watched Man U  vs Chelsea match, OMG, as happy as i was that MANU WON GLORY GLORY MAN U, the freakin g match eneded at like 530. My maid was like turning on the lights in my house, damn wth man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limped my way into bed where i slept from like 6 to 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to swim a bit at Pines from like 3 to 5 something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to choir practice where only rayston and i were the only alumni damn g, rest all college choir haha felt pretty weird, ah nvm lar music crosses all barriers, age included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after a (its a phase -sound check), met penguin for dinner at some uber XO fish noodle soup place. For 3.50 the meal was really damn kick ass man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to cold storage to buy the essential ingredients to cook our UBER CREPES!!! YES SIR RE!! CHOCOLATE BANANA CREPES WITH WHIPPED CREAM AND CHOCOLATE SAUCE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL, needless to say, me being a total virgin at cooking, freakin useless. And we had only one hour to cook before american IDOL STARTED RAWRR. It turned out pretty well, mix flour and sugar and etc etc, yeah i felt pretty damn proud of my self cause i cooked it as well. Unlike the previous cooking session where all i did was to help mix the flour, basically manual labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures coming up next!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway yeah i think the crepe tasted pretty gd, but i think it needed more sugar, cause it was a bit bland and hmmm, perhaps should put powdered sugar on top of the banana after wards, cause it would make it taste better. Yeah i think i ll try cooking this again lar. Pretty fun, perhaps cheesecake can be on the list too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and David Cooke won, congrats man. Nice rocker voice lol. Bloody hell, i would prefer the younger guy though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i realised today that for baking u can buy essence of say vanilla, to create the artificial flavour of it in whatever ur making. Pretty interesting indeed!!! Pretty darn cool actually. Hey cookings pretty fun actually. But quite mah fan lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its party time tmr and im looking forward to it. With all my close friends, its time to give myself some space to really let my hair down. Haha, strangely im gettin a bit bored of it lol.....although its a bit scary to think that way, its part of growing up i know. I accept it, haiz, i really do miss the good old days of Jc life, academics and freedom in a greater form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;apple bottom jeans boots with the fur, the whole club is looking at her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-4139513720316447724?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/4139513720316447724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/4139513720316447724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-day.html' title='A good day*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-6473177985737924391</id><published>2008-05-20T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:05:25.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture  is worth a thousand words, But simply mine are a million ok!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After a hot day worths of tanning bets with THE WHITE ANIMAL TIN Y U SICK FUSS BALL HIPPIE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im damn black and burnt right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway THIS POST IS GONNA BE THE MOST INTERESTING ONE EVERRRR, because yeah i wanna talk a walk down memory lane, from primary 6 all the way to JC, pre-army. In that period of time, it was birds and the bees, childishness, girls, acne, choir, basketball, alcohol, partying. But above all!!! The friendships that i have forged, i will hold them all very dear to my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause, WE RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER!! ok ok sorry pretty random anyway here goes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The story starts off when i was primary school i think, Switzerland never knew what hit them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kk alt tab to photo bucket now to resize all my pics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HANG ON AHH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;damn long lar photo bucket does not have any multi task tool to resize all at one shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=san4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/san4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Such wonderful scenery, i wonder what would appear out of no where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=swiss4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/swiss4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOOM!! Yeah friggin hell, its my bro and myself, lol i reckoned he wanted to throw it at me back then. Oh my gawd, we look so young lar, ahh those were the good old days of pokemon, eh toys, eating like free and eh, not HAVING TO EMO AT ALL!! yes indeed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=san2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/san2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=San3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/San3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even when young i loved to do crazy stuff as u can see, i slid my way down the slope past the icy road and into rocks, yeah that was sure as hell dangerous but fun =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=san6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/san6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of course i always had a thing for dogs, lol maybe thats why im such gd friends with the guys. U DAWGS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MRT1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/MRT1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LoL seriously lar before gym and basketball, i was really a rolly polly kid, lol, like some small animal like that, of course back then i had no idea what abs were or biceps or bench press or healthy lifestyle. A slight dash of vanity could be thrown into that as well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=JoeBros.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/JoeBros.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our heroes retun to mainland once again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Joesis.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/Joesis.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somethings will never change i guess =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fly now over to Maldives!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Wahoo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/Wahoo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AH HA nice one lar, check out my afro like hair style man, anyway the fishing was fun, heres one i caught my self OK!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=WahooII.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/WahooII.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cockster bro....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RedSnapperI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/RedSnapperI.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=redsnapper.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/redsnapper.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FISH AGAINST MEN WHO WILL WIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=JobFish2Meeru.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/JobFish2Meeru.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My dad and i, pretty good we went fishing at the resort, and i caught this fish. Cool pic taken in the rain though, nvm we how tough right or not (pai) dad??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Teleport scroll, 75 mana, down to SHANGHAI!! Although i didnt see Jackie Chan or Chris tucker =(. We had fun yeah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0040.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSCF0040.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jerome spots an ANIMAL in the museum!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0041.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSCF0041.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its just Jon, look at him man LOL, freakin retard when he was young haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0046.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSCF0046.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE ARE (gonna be) HOT HUNKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE FLY NOW OVER TO JAPAN!!! I wonder if u know living up in tokyo if u see it then u know it then u know u have to go FAST AND FURIOUS drift drift drift FAST AND FURIOUS!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Although i didnt see cars dirifting there..we had a gd time bwahahha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01052.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC01052.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG!! A JAPANESE TOILET!!! It owns me man seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01049.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC01049.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We made fun of the entire japanese crowd in front of us, hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01046.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC01046.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its good to be legal and HAMSOME!!! Haha, really feel a bit emo now man, i mean we all liked being young and its kinda sad to grow up, but back then we just couldnt wait. Its all in the phase of growing up =). No more pokemon for me sir, jessica alba pls =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01075.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC01075.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01069.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC01069.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01064.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC01064.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01133.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC01133.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isnt the scenery just fantastic?? Is it right =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01105.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC01105.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOUNT FUJI!!! It really takes my breath away man. Simply nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01161.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC01161.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My uber childish family lol, all grown up now, time to order some sake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So after all that, i hope u guys are justly entertained lol. But whats the point with a blog if u cant share some love with ur fellow readers? We all may grow up and mature and make mistakes. But whats most imprt is that we hold on to the things we love...Its been a fun journey and i look forward to the future, not army o course..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the last pic!!! Of course doing what i enjoy so very much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00420.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC00420.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Walking in a winterwonderland....................''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hello ladies!!!! JK JK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God has been gd!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-6473177985737924391?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6473177985737924391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6473177985737924391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/05/picture-is-worth-thousand-words-but.html' title='A picture  is worth a thousand words, But simply mine are a million ok!'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-2027325195835112514</id><published>2008-05-19T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:18:05.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im invincible*</title><content type='html'>So it was another fantastic day at choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing the thing which u have passion for and doing it with cockster and normal friends such as MA chen zhong and other people. Just feels so gd singing man, hard to believe, well take it from me lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freakin funny man when i see his face in choir, its like omg, u do the stupidest things ever, have no regard for much discipline, and yeah ur a dog lar hahah. Ok ok but u do love the music as much as i do haha, so yeah kudos to you man lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this year, our concerts gonna be a blast. Cfm chop, CUZ IM SINGING OK!! HOW HAMSOME HOW ZAI!! ok ok lol jk jk, the music is overall pretty darn gd lar. Sure there are a few songs where indivivual preference is against, but well, thats a challenge too right? Alll our hard work and efforts will finally come to bear fruit. Cant wait cant wait. LoL sometimes singing those fun songs, i feel like mamboing a bit man. Cool stuff, Gd stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i really wish them all the best on tour, it ll be fun and exciting as hell, though i hope they ll be more disciplined then ever, cause of my own personal reasons. Competition is competition after all. U have to be at uur peak and all the more so prepared for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See when u really like something, i could go on abt choir all night man, but i wont lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Reuben earlier in the morning and had a failed attempt at gym, lol long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with parents opposite acjc at Ming Jiang around there. Freakin funny, my bro and I ordered some chicken wings with with the highest level of spiciness. It was called, ASS BURING CHICKEN WINGS..ZOMG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha us being us we ordered it fine we ate it fine. Within two bites, my tongue felt it was being tortured and my lips swelled slightly, and i was tearing as well. WTHEFREAK MAN, ITS DAMN KILLER!!!!!! Needless to say my bro ate like 4? Before he died later too during the main course, freakin jakkass lar, the steak how nice. Cant enjoy it fully cause of the wings. But dman they were HOT man, seriously lar, i mean i have pretty good chilli tolerance, instead i was demolishing in two bites of the chicken wings. Ahhh it was gd fun man..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess family can be pretty cool sometimes eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookin forward to this week, before my MC ends, damn u army..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partying on fri and maybe sat YEAHHHHH!! Back to the place where it all began, and its time to work those leg muscles again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhh, Day one went well, not as bad as i thought, i hope the upcoming weeks would be better, but then again not everyday is Sunday. Shit happens lar, but i strongly believe one day, gd things will happen and when they do, the past will feel oh so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needa catch up on some sleep for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out A town, to wee to wee to wee to wee,&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah,&lt;br /&gt;in the club with my homies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know the rest! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-2027325195835112514?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/2027325195835112514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/2027325195835112514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-invincible.html' title='Im invincible*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-3302727957165882445</id><published>2008-05-15T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:28:55.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz thats how life is*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/siBoLc9vxac&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/siBoLc9vxac&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-3302727957165882445?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/3302727957165882445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/3302727957165882445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/05/cuz-thats-how-life-is.html' title='Cuz thats how life is*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-6659644284658719823</id><published>2008-05-08T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:00:16.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of my M.C, ???? WAIT A MINUTE ONE MORE MONTH!! AH HA!</title><content type='html'>Well its been a fast and usual week, lol tmr's fri already and i cant believe it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really amazing how time flies when u spend most of ur time at home and watch movies on the com. Well i bet that when  iget back to army, time will totally slow down and i ll be dying like an animal. Roawr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i had my virgin experience to KTV this week with the blackie Rose, went to check it out at first at the basment level of Chips and we were just looking around, when the guy said "you guys got book? No? take room 21'' what the......nex thing we knew , we were holding mikes and laughing at each other. What the hell man KTV damn g lar lol, and we only came to drink..After a few vocal warm ups which urs truely cheated his way through falsetto, we went to ta some drinks and went back down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Angel to Usher, English songs to Chinese whats that fella's name? Jay Chou his Quiet song, dunno what lar, an jing. Damn funny lar, anyhow sing shit man that was fun, should do it often with more friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had concert fest at my house at night, me penguin and hairy chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keane live&lt;br /&gt;MUSE OMGGG ORGASMIC!!! i quote our dear Zhun &lt;br /&gt;Guns and Roses was a bit the lame..LOL LIVE IN 1992!!! TOKYO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dman funny seeing Axwl Rose wear black furry boxers to sing while adjusting it during the performance, needless to say all the opening up of legs and running here and there was pretty entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest moment was when me and Zhun grabbed a crutch each and started pretending we were MUSE wtffff man...haha damn funny seeing some small girl jumping up and down with the crutch posed as guitar..haha YOU ANIMAL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why Hair ychest was a tad emo that night!! LOL OK LAR U WERE NOT JSUT TIREDD..nice rocker ear rings though, freaking hell what silver star..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i went to remove my cast today, FREAKING HELL, MY RIGHT LEG IS LIKE DAMN SMALL. Its damn sick lar comparing it to my left leg, plus it smells, dman dry and has yellow flakky skin shedding from it ....DISGUSTING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K lar with gym starting soon and other stuff, im sure i ll be ready to club in 3 weeks YAHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL, i think im too havoc at times this year, starting last year too, but thing is, ive said it b4 and i ll say it again. You can only do these things while ur still this age, hey man i ll be like sipping wine and chilling out at some fancy place like 6 years down the road with my Pais, definelty wont be clubbing, unless i wanna live the good old days again lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah chiong it while u still can man, hell its also a good form to destress, plus on each clubbing night, cfm something will happen one CFM! and stories for the rest of ur life, maybe u ll even tell it to ur 18 year old kids?? hahah, son when u club ahhh dont drink too much if not u might be dancing with some drunk guy ...WTFFF lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing thats been on my mind...LOL Freak man i totally forgot Yan and Andrea's bd, ok no excuse...Its me i guess i nvr remember such things one, i mean i only remember those people who i wanna whack, like samuel or bong or other guys in that matter. Yeah, you know these things take E.F.F.O.R.T. How fast u return an sms, convo on msn, return a call, make time for someone, remember people's bd, make gifts for them, plan for them, yeah its all effort. Maybe discipline???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you ever ever get really pissed off when u sms at say 10 in the morning and get a reply like 2 am?  Im like what the fuck man..seriously what the fuck..I m sure we all have felt that b4. LoL im not sexist ah...but some how or rather girls seem to do this more so than guys? hmmm? Talked to Rose abt this and she said sometimes u gotta think and not reply so fast one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just .......................................................................thats just dog like man, impolite rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, make an effort people!! Use me for example k, this sat right, theres a famous eh eh Choral Conductor coming to acjc choir, and i suspect it would end around 730?&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDD xinwei has field camp next week means he cant come out for v long PLUSSS its wei's bd this sat....SO HOW?? Dinner at serene centre 630pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How liddat how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice lor, think abt this logically, the conductor only comes once probably in a lifetime or so. While Wei ting's bd is annual and Xinwei is well, hes my bitch lar so i dont give a damn..LOL JK!! Aiya Pais we how tight? forgive me this once lar..sorry!! This choral thing is damn imprt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah saying that i ll probably be at the grand dinner LATE, chicken..&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the session wont end so late..sighhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like sometimes when i dont talk to Ian, it can be for freaking longgg, but when i see him, we re like fellow retards in woodbridge, and yeah the time we spend together is pretty fun man. Im not going anywhere near broke back ah..But yeah, i dunno maybe i tend to cliche better with guys than girls.....ok that was random..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effort effort..lets see some of them man..haha i know at times we can be freaking lazy bitches..but seriously lets all try to cut that shit out man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YaY my cast is off!! My leg smells gd for once! HELLOOO GYMMMM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;harlow zouk =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-6659644284658719823?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6659644284658719823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6659644284658719823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/05/end-of-my-mc-wait-minute-one-more-month.html' title='The end of my M.C, ???? WAIT A MINUTE ONE MORE MONTH!! AH HA!'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-2904646599028834364</id><published>2008-05-04T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T00:57:29.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok im doing it*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Best to go through life knowing that you'd put your best for everything and everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-2904646599028834364?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/2904646599028834364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/2904646599028834364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok-im-doing-it.html' title='Ok im doing it*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-2131169389043164571</id><published>2008-05-01T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T00:47:09.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhhhhhhhhh IRON MEN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeahh, i feel pretty damn good right now, cause i just watched IRON MAN!!! YEAH BABY YEAH!!! HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shit man the movie was pretty damn damn good. Like the usual rating upon five stars? I ll give it ten man!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know me, the kind of movie i would like. Less plot, less talk, more action hoo yeah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a nice time out with Ian the Dog and Xingay. Fuck Han REALLY PAISEH MAN, i didnt know u booked out today, shit zoo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So it all began with a hot afternoon in my library, where i was killing time away practicing my uber guitar skills. LOL ok ok, i was Dotaing, honing my my my ok lar skills. Hero died, pfft, some Gang it was!! So i went to Cathy to book tickets for IRON MAN!!! YEAH!! 930 ok check. Credit card number ok check. Seats................OMG MY HERO WAS ABOUT TO REVIVE BY THEN SO AIYA THESE THREE!!! Ok, i picked the top three in the middle section left hand corner, cause i thought it would be easier for me to reach it, with less steps than neccessary to travel to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Upon reaching the ticket counter, i looked at the ticket lady dead in the eye, flashed my credit card, and gave her a smile. Here you go =) Hey u ever seen a bai ka with a handicapped leg with a credit card?? =) Yeah, felt really austin power ish back then. With my body guard/dog/Pai next to me too, cause Xingay was stuck in a jam..that nub cake. Ok ok this lady was pretty hot too, hello!! Then she said, " Sir did u book these tickets by the phone?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me ''Nope i booked it via online'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She gave me some funny look and said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;''so you booked three seats second row to the screen is it?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I looked at Ian, with his facial expression of Jerome-you-dumb-shit-you-did-it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me ''Oh fuckkkk''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAMMIT LAR!!! I BOOKED THE THREE SEATS SECOND ROWWWWWWW GARGHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IRONN MAN LEH!!!!! WHAT THE CHICKEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG all my Austin Power ish moment completely left me, i just felt like a Ba Kai again, dammit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No doubt Ian the Dog tormented me on it where i came up with some lame excuse, actually pretty valid lar. ''See right Ian, thing is, most people in Africa dont get a chance to watch movies, so i think we ll be gd tonight with our neck strain seats''. Yeah, so apt, hero words beofre a hero show =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But that cb still wouldnt let me off..sigh. Xingay came and he said ''I KNEW THIS SHIT WOULD HAPPEN! Ian i should have asked you to book man!''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fuck lar, sorry lar, my team needed me!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigh........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh oh and then this group of guys, think like 20 plus, Ian was being a cock like guiding me into the cinema at Cineleisure like some road marshal. And then two cocksters from this group had to say too ''Make way for the bai ka''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just stopped and turned my head at them and said, ''this aint as easy as it looks'' And they gave me the oh-fuck-the-guy-we-were-spamming-abt-is-lookign straight-at us look. Which also means a paisehness and oh shit. Thats right..FUCK YOU UNDERSTAND!! Got one Ocs guy, one buffed up gymmed up clerk* and lastly one hamsome guy metal poles aka crutches for support. Which is also a perfect substitute for parang. Bloody hell, mock me when u dont even know me at all? i dont take this shit man. Seriously, jakkasses......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, Iron Man played on, and it was so so good. That Robert Dowery Jr guy is such a great actor man, woo wee!! Oh and there was this funny moment in the cinema when IRON MAN, gasp, Iron man shot this missile at an enemy tank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some Champion woman behind us said "But its so small''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me Ian and Xin turned behind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLO!!! AS IAN SAYS BIG THINGS COME IN SMALL PACKAGES OK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And as for me!! ITS IRON MAN WE RE TALKIGN ABT HERE, CAN U DONT BE SUCH  TURD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HES HOW COOL AND POWER LAR!!! WAKE UP BIATCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok all those were in our brain thoughts, needless to say if we had spewed out those sentences, i think my other leg would have been broken haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And so the movie ended with me thrusting my arm up into the air..''YEAH!!''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IRON MAN ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i ve never felt this good before, since, 300!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ROWR IM BA KA MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bad guy robs woman on street.....''HELPPPP'' she screams...next thing he know...a crutch come sout of no where and smacks him dead between the eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;''Lady ur safe'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;''Thank you''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and our hero limps off into the sunrise, where ever the road takes him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chelsea and Liverpool match coming up!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and bong, what i say abt you know, haha, some lar some, not all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-2131169389043164571?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/2131169389043164571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/2131169389043164571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/04/ahhhhhhhhhhhh-iron-men.html' title='Ahhhhhhhhhhhh IRON MEN!!'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-2666618664931991523</id><published>2008-04-28T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T00:41:30.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We re all in this together!!</title><content type='html'>It seems so hard to catch anyone whenever they go out, we all book out all different days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom seems like a rare gift now a days, i mean not in my case lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Han's house and cheered him up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry Pai, we all have one fo those days when we just wanna scream Fuck it!! And just lock ourselves in our room and fuck all else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems i havent learned my lesson yet, like a dog really begging for more trouble. Sigh, ok ok i ll aspire to be a Xinwei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, lets just get this over with this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this feeling of emotions all day, thinking about stuff, being the impatient bastard that i am. I mean its not healthy too, so why the f should i put myself through it again? I always wanna be the person to make people laugh and make my close buds feel happy, yeah to just have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo monster bites hard this week, but not for Xinwei, hes invincible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are my confessions............................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When all else seems to fail, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;look around and open ur eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ur not the only one going through this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For once put others before yourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be kind considerate, thoughtful and above all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make an effort to give someone a smile everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We re all in this together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though we may not meet for weeks or months,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our friendships will still pass the test of time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be it army, girls or any other problems,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got ur back Pais and i know u ve got mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the sun falls and the sky darkens,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u ll see me there always at chips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get fucked in one hand and Kool Aid in the other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i ll hold both jugs high above my crippled leg,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'' Can i get you a drink?'' =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ladies and Gents Boys and girls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;problems are only temporary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whats eternal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God carrying us on his back forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gotta make more time for people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-2666618664931991523?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/2666618664931991523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/2666618664931991523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-re-all-in-this-together.html' title='We re all in this together!!'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-5703698622577229517</id><published>2008-04-27T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T00:24:29.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sat*</title><content type='html'>Went for choir which was soooo good as usual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause i sang with the cockster ChenZhong, hahah it was damn funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm, '' Basses are your ok?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the basses '' Yes mdm''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him 'Of course!!!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha really asking for trouble man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah it was so good singing with him again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After choir, went to meet Han and the gang for dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn cheesed off, cause everyone was fucking later, and everyone had excuses to give, meaning like me and Chris and Han were the only ones waiting for everybody!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your lar Pais, but seriously, sorry lar, i was fucking pissed off at your.&lt;br /&gt;Bu then again, i mean ur had valid excuses, what traffic jam, etc.&lt;br /&gt;I understand lar....its just frustrating to know everyones so damn late and yeah..have to freaking wait and wait and just simply more waiting time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the supposedly 12 became a six..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Chips to drink and they left early for MOS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr how i felt man how i felt, but nvm lar u guys are my friends, go have fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank till i got  pretty high, chit chat with some random people whom i dont even know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, lol bumped into the principal of acs barker cause my dad had him over for dinner, and said hi, etc etc, lots of self control..cause i was pretty high..haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am knowing i ll regret this the following morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh and its gonna be a start of another week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETS DO THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han it was so great seeing you again man!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-5703698622577229517?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/5703698622577229517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/5703698622577229517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/04/sat.html' title='Sat*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-5984427269918488210</id><published>2008-04-23T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:14:45.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The game*</title><content type='html'>Ho hum, i ve been thinking of a lot of stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, really crazy ideas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u neglect work and other meaningful activities,&lt;br /&gt;When u neglect the ones who really love you,&lt;br /&gt;For a shot at a target you rarely hit.&lt;br /&gt;Does everyone get lucky with women but you,&lt;br /&gt;Or do females just not want it as bad as you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the wise dwells in the fool's paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we are all but pawns in the game, pawns in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really too easily influenced...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-5984427269918488210?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/5984427269918488210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/5984427269918488210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/04/game.html' title='The game*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-8526734310435161301</id><published>2008-04-20T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T00:21:47.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian versus Western*</title><content type='html'>Ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say that the culture differences between Asian and Western are so so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True? I say yes, tonight i ll be discussing abt it and much more stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asian what do we know of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are no doubt conservative, less of risk takers and more restricted to what we do. Our kids, are less sexually exposed. What do i mean by this? Ok basically the percentage of people, lets take the age group around Junior college kids, have had sex, would be around i estimate 40% or 30%. Asian.........Why like this? Or should i say WHYYYYYYY KANINAYA WHYYYY??? To my many sexually frustrated friends who deem physical contact as a part of a relationship. (Whether thats true i do not know) It because of the fact that our parents strongly believe in a off limits to your family jewels until marriage. Its an Asian trend which follows traditional thinking, but now is slowly changing. HOW FAST HOW FAST u may ask me? Easy big fellas i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact of shocker/Did u know this?/Omg how come Jerome knows and i dont??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hello lim pei A level not bad ogay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha actually it was Bong the G.P great mind who told me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok u guys know abt the Tammy video right? The one where she had sex etc etc, even Malaysia had copies of it. (Ogay thats pretty off) Yeah for most, cant say all* that ll be heavily scrutinised by general paper folks. OK bad sentence structure! As i was saying, most j.c students would be woo ah OMG really ah?? Shit man how come shes so wild?? We would have this sort of reaction to these kind of acts*. However, on the Poly and ITE side, (got inside information one ah), they just brushed it off, the kind of reaction produced was simply ''oh really ah...oh ok whatever''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bong told me this i was like WHATTT THEEE CHICKENN??!! But yeah it is true, for them unlike most j.c relationships, a realationship lasting more than a month would have involved sex inside already. That goes without saying for ITE students too. Ok ok, i know some of your champions would be thinking ''eh no leh i got some j.c friends who did it already'' or ''what abt me?'' Like i said MOST most..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acceptance of Western culture is so much more obvious in Polys and ITEs rather than JCs. Ok ok (bastard statement coming up), perhaps its the level of intelligence? The fact that we dont fool around as much as them and hence we score higher in points* Thats why even in army, my ite and poly friends were like the most Champion of the whole platoon whenever it came to book out days, cause Magic* did happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this i assume, is a minority percentage of the entire population. Most of us are just virgins??? A GAME OF TRUTH AND DARE ANYONE????? Haha, dont worry Pais i know OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to Western culture. Pfft, theres a reason why their sexual organs mature so much faster than ours, come on face it, sweet sixteen, girls are asking their parents for boob jobs already. All i can say is........no comments. Yeah, their culture is so much more open, more carefree more freedom. Of course with fun comes consequences as well. More shocking blood tests, ''Sorry i have contracted what?'' or ''thats not my baby!'' Once again as a reminder i am talking about most, as compared to Asian cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its army influencing me, but this is the truth, im seriously not making up any of these things that i have said. Ok except for the i thinks and i assume, the rest is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What with the difference?? Wouldnt it be interesting if our cultures were reversed? OK NOT THAT I PERSONALLY WANT!! Haha, after all i ve been through in j.c, i think cultures not that important in life. Its you yourself, what u believe in. Ok ok, not that i wanna model after the forty year old virgin and a taboo status as it is in western culture, or start very young but theres a time and place for everything. Not too early not too late, own time own target, carry on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put religion into the picture, oh man its a whole new level altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps thats the model solution.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the chimness!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat Han's coming out!! Yeah =) Its gonna be a dinner, drinks, party!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT, i smsed them that we ll be MOS-ing after Chips, but then i wont be going...GARGAWDEARAFFGHHH (Just like Homer says it) WHYY U LITTLE LEG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most bastard comments i heard so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Ting a.k.a Hairy chest ''Dont worry lar Jerome we ll take photos and send to you so u ll feel like u were there''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin Y ''I dance your share lar'' and ''I dance with your crutch lar''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit zoo man, too much the partie animal, sigh, nvm nvm soon soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha (weak laughter), honestly ur go lar, have fun im happy when u guys are happy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walk down that lonesome road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All by yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dont turn your head...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back over your shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And your friends are choinging together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unless my parents go out and we can CLUB ROME AGAIN!! Pfft highly unlikely..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-8526734310435161301?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/8526734310435161301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/8526734310435161301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/04/asian-versus-western.html' title='Asian versus Western*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-6685569817964362595</id><published>2008-04-18T21:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:23:32.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotting*</title><content type='html'>This home comfinement shit is really starting to get to me, knn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needa go out more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-6685569817964362595?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6685569817964362595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6685569817964362595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/04/rotting.html' title='Rotting*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-8811404401183963049</id><published>2008-04-09T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T00:05:23.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This ones for you Han*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These few months with you sure were fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clubbing and chips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thats my PAI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never could forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gotham and puke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;U took care of my ass when i was down and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Drinks on me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thats what i wanna hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Half a bottle of vodka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No problem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guess i wasnt as strong as i thought i'd be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks my PAI for taking care o me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOS and Zouk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey thats cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prep at ur house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of course must!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dancing like a noob?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Damn...not you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Techno King? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wheres Han Loong?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15 years old?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;U power man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Doing stuff that owns me flat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Through all and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cant say how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;U ve been a blessing to me for all we ve done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;though my liver complains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;damn that shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lets party somemore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause you my PAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So take care my homie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Army's a bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God bless and take care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I ll see you in two weeks!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S Quit smoking ogay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-8811404401183963049?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/8811404401183963049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/8811404401183963049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-ones-for-you-han.html' title='This ones for you Han*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-5017733293804207408</id><published>2008-04-09T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T01:00:30.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chips*</title><content type='html'>Lets dance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait my darn leg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-5017733293804207408?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/5017733293804207408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/5017733293804207408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/04/chips.html' title='Chips*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-5307350576258771847</id><published>2008-04-08T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T01:44:21.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a guy*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chicken...just ended dota with han...freaking hell meepo all pumped up with items Kns got owned. Sorry for the geeky intro into another blog post. Haiz its one in the morning and i want to jsut talk about some stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yeah upcoming things that are gonna happen for me pretty much cool, removing my stitches from my leg, getting a new M.C =), Xiang un's bd, meeting with the OCS dogs again, hijacking Huixian's guitar, yes im FINALLY gonna start learning how to play it.Though i cant promise i wont vent my frustrations on it bwahahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So anyway right, when i ve been reading this book Shakespeare sonnets, pretty much 351 sonnets inside, all with meanings and what not. I know the people who know me very well would be like 'wtf jerome u read??? LITERATURE?? U ok not?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HEYYYYYYY I 'A' FOR LITERATURE OGAY!!!!! DONT MESS WITH ME OK!! LoL, i mean since i have time right? Why not read on some lit stuff, anyway thats what im gonna do in the future what so why not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let those who are in favour with the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of public honour and proud titles boast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unlooked for joy in that i honour most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But as the marigold at the sun's eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And in themselves their pride lies buried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For at a frown they thier glory die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The painful warrior famoused for worth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After a thousand victories once foiled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is the book of honour razed quite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And all the rest forgotfor which he toiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then happy I, that love and am beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where I may not remove nor be removed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hahaha yeah i was like wtf is this man when i first saw it, hey no need to worry, Lit proz is here. Nah jk, book has translation. The poet contrasts himself with those who seem more fortunate than he. Their titles and honours, he says, though great, are subject to whim and accident, while his greatest blessing, his love, will not change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Interesting really, cause that day my dad brought us to eat at some high end fancy restaurant at SENTOSA, freaking g far away in the new fancy ehh resort area thingy u guys know waht i mean. They were talking all about, i mean i was getting the impression, high and well known in society, having connections, friends who could tip u off in stock markets, etc help u pull strings, basically very well of in life. I know my bro wants to be like that but for me, i dunno, i hope not to be like that. If i have these friends then gd, u know, if it helps me, if not then its ok. But in reality would it really be to your advantage and benefit having such friends, reality check yeah. Being well known in social status? Of course, instant respect and what not. Seems like the poet said something true, not matter who u are, what u have, these things are only material, it can change so fast the next day. But feelings emotions, blessings will always be with you. Interesting why he chose to choose love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People say love is unpredictable, love is blind, love is painful, love is like a drug...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And according to the poet love lasts forever, really? If u were in a relationship and it broke, after a long while would u say u still love that person? I know for marriages yeah thats CFM love, cause ur gonna be with that person for the rest of ur life leh, not funny..serious stuff man. Then again with divorces, how can u say love is eternal? I know there are only a few kind that are. Parents, religion, shit zoo dunno what else, cant think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guys come on there would be somewhere in life where u see a couple at town and say to urself, i wanna be in that position too. We all wanna experience love one point in time or the other, excessive of this is falling in love with the idea of being in love. Ironic isnt it, love that is eternal to us, parents, God, we take for granted, and love that is risky, tough, painful, we strive/strived for it. Thinking abt it now its stupid. But hey, YOU have strived for it one point in time or the other....cfm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cant say anything for the ladies, cause im sure as hell NOT one, but men...Its just the feeling of sometimes having someone close to talk to, to know that she ll be there for you, i mean bros make the cut too u know, but, its just that feeling lar. It aint lust for sure, cause sex is never in the mind with that kind of feeling. Its just the thing girl company can give, and guys cant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES HAN BROS B4 HOS BROS B4 HOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ah well, when we were young*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One things for sure, all who had this sense of love* in their minds, ur all will agree with me. LoL at some point it was Fucking painful!!! Cfm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The cure? Move on move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a great week y all =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-5307350576258771847?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/5307350576258771847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/5307350576258771847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/04/being-guy.html' title='Being a guy*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-2878888259387448548</id><published>2008-04-04T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T00:44:27.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pai Pai Pai Pai Pai*</title><content type='html'>He sits confined at OCS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sits confined at OCS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sits confined at guard duty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sits confined at his home, disabled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has another two more chapters of lesson to teach within two weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She worrys about uni entries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another worries about uni entries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all worry about uni entries dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has another week till army starts for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry so much for the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People all have their own individual problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one things for sure, we got each other to count on, cfm. Heres a shout out to all who just need that bit o encouragement!!! Keep going!! God's with y all!! Dont believe me can go check out footprints in the sand. Its true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the only form o service i can provide is, call-Jome-for-ranting/assistance/bitching-hotline-9129-7335. I say that again 91297335!! Or come pay me a visit at 257A Bukit Timah Rd for a gd time of chat food and drinks on the house =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-2878888259387448548?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/2878888259387448548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/2878888259387448548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/04/pai-pai-pai-pai-pai.html' title='Pai Pai Pai Pai Pai*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-7182626353836722969</id><published>2008-03-30T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T01:19:55.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guess what folks im officially a cripple.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its the good life, no army, when i thought that life was gonna eassyy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WRONG FUCK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life as a cripple has been......frustrating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bathing i have to tape my leg up in a freaking big plastic bag, hoping that it ll be water proof which it never does. Sit on a wooden stool to put shampoo soap face wash and bathe. Use my left leg to support me in any damn way i can. Wearing clothes, holy shit man, this is the bomb, wear one piece of clothing at a time, hoping i wont whack my cast which sends vibrations into my stitches which give me hell load of pain. Basically, in my life so far after discharged from the hospital, its been 24-7 discomfort and pain. Fucking wants to make me cry. Oh and i cant lower my leg down for too long cause it ll cause it to swell up in the cast and yeah, cause even more fucking discomfort..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok i just showered thats why im so pissed off now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its really been fucking arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moving around the house has been a torment, form point a to b, i fucking sweat just to get there. Stairs......omg i hop up like some rabbit or doggy style up to the top. Either way its 5 times the duration i normally take..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the lagi best, fucking making life harder for my parents and my bro. They have to take care of me help me carry my crutches, as if they didnt help me enough in life already, cb fuck man pissing off. To all my friends who visited me, yeah man i really love u guys, but i really really do hate to inconvience your, fucking hell, i hate it man really. From a guy who loves sports, this cripple shit is fucking sapping my morale...really if ur wanna go clubbing without me, pls go ahead, i rather ur have fun than me spoiling the night with leg problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cb, parents friends......fucking leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigh damn aggroed after bathing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People say hey no army gd what, no offence but fucking try my situation b4 u say that again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cripple for the win man..sighhhhhhhh knn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok ok enough with the aggro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I use to think that people who always put posts about God in their lifes were just u know, as in i was uncomfotable with that, all them bible verses and songs of praise. I thought like that was just, un-cool. No offense, i mean sure u guys know what i mean, like very um goody two shoe kind of thing. Maybe its just me, but i dunno why i feel rather uncomfortable doing it. Ah well, until this year. Loads of things have been rolling in for me, yeah, and im grateful thankful to God. Really woke me up to think about stuff, maturity has helped a lot too. Stuff such as, forgive me remembering people's bd which i am determined to do, making gifts for people, being nice and courteous all the time. Yeah even smiling at totally random strangers, it feels gd lar to know u ve made at least one sec of someone else's day gd by just smiling at them. Even to my dogs out there in OCS confinement, it stings to have a 3 week confinement, i know, though im not the one kinnaing, but i l ltry my best to reply ur sms and yeah keep encouragining u all the time, cause Confinement really really sucks. Sir!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And yeah, i know whatever shit we may go through this year my peers, God WILL ALWAYS BE THERE BEHIND US, FOR US. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So this year, im not longer afraid or umcomfortable to say Praise be his name. Amen. As in public, like on my blog. Its a weird feeling cause for 17 years, i ve been really just taking him for granted, after thinking of all that much he has blessed me. I really do feel touched...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friends, family, etc etc. Helping me cope with 24-7 pain..Frustrations. And most importantly, how to become a better young adult, young christian. Todays Sunday and i didnt go church cause of me leg, though if i keng-ed i could have. So this is some food for thought for today. His day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So God, really. You know our hearts. Help us with our problems, help my friends, my family, our sins, my pain. Bless us all for the week ahead Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im looking forward to a week of recovery, time spent with friends, pre NS men, NS men, non NS men and yeah, fruitful spending of my time at home =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im yours* =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This goes out to all my homies!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QedgzsjouXU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QedgzsjouXU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-7182626353836722969?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/7182626353836722969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/7182626353836722969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/03/sunday.html' title='Sunday*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-6806628839570247617</id><published>2008-03-29T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T17:08:55.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One problem down, next pls*</title><content type='html'>Hey all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing id like to say is thanks a whole bunch to the people who kept me in their prayers when i went for the operation yesterday..Yeah, really God bless u guys and thanks =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty smooth lol, other than the fact that i needed a lot more gas to knock me out dunno for what reasons..LOL. Funny too, when the gas was working, i felt pretty high haha. I wanted to go like hey anybody wanna go clubbing? But by the time i wanted to say that, i was out for the count already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah after the op, it was just fucking painful all the way. Seriously till i had to ask for a morphine jab, damn man, nearly couldnt sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Ian The iron liver and Kwok Ming for visiting me though it was kinda late haha, they brought me food and took the 100 fun o rama tickets. LoL hope they passed it to some choir people to enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess i ll be stuck at home for a couple of months, sianz, come visit me guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the future's pretty scary for me, army vocation, etc, tour etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i ll just leave it all to God's hands.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh maybe i ll go clubbing with my crutches!!! LOL paint it with glow in the dark paint and dance lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han's coming over later with drinks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting fat..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-6806628839570247617?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6806628839570247617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6806628839570247617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-problem-down-next-pls.html' title='One problem down, next pls*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-6846800464124230905</id><published>2008-03-27T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:21:35.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And here I go*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_n8dTiaVf_M&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_n8dTiaVf_M&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when it rains,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you always find an escape?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just running away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From all of the ones who love you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made yourself a bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the bottom of the blackest hole (blackest hole)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you'll sleep 'til May&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you'll say that you don't want to see the sun anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And oh, oh, how could you do it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I, I never saw it coming.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And oh, oh, I need the ending.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So why can't you stay just long enough to explain?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take your time.Take my time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take these chances to turn it around. (take your time)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take these chances, we'll make it somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And take these chances to turn it around. (take my...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just turn it around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-6846800464124230905?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6846800464124230905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6846800464124230905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-here-i-go.html' title='And here I go*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-125765648513944636</id><published>2008-03-25T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:33:19.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Army sucks*</title><content type='html'>So lol and behold while waiting for huixian....huien heian..hahahahhah power of my uber spelling lol, to reply me on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, after two days of army as a grease pig... really f******* sucks big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No exercise, too tired and unmotivated to exercise...strange for me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too sianz of everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit lar i wanted to climb bukit timah nature reserve with weights in my field pack one last time b4 my operation, on Sat, but my ops on fri. So...dammit lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cfm cfm cfm cfm cfm gonna become damn uber fat after op how long nvr exercise? My love handles are getting bigger man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But regardless of which i need this surgery lar, not like i want it i need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, lifes been complicated so fat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need to pray more really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aite its late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out a town, boo be boo be boo be boo be, usher usher usher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPLE BOTTOM JEANS!!! BOOTS WITH THE FURRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHORTY GOT LOW LOW LOW low low low low low ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-125765648513944636?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/125765648513944636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/125765648513944636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/03/army-sucks.html' title='Army sucks*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-654757284140249027</id><published>2008-03-23T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T21:19:39.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Rome*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01259-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01259-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01259-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC01259-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Welcome to &lt;em&gt;Club Rome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Host and organiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jerome-PesC9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tonights DJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Han a.k.a Simba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miss Chen a.k.a Queen o bondage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bouncer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mei Ting a.k.a Hairy chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Toilet cleaner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Samuel See BoYao a.k.a Samurai Warrior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dance instructor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tin Y a.k.a Princess of bondage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning Please be above 18. The club will hold no responsibility to whatever happens to you. Please drink in moderation and remember to aim before u puke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is just a preview*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-654757284140249027?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/654757284140249027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/654757284140249027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/03/club-rome.html' title='Club Rome*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-6328039286633110819</id><published>2008-03-23T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T17:53:23.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party*</title><content type='html'>Ministry of sound&lt;br /&gt;Yanni's bd&lt;br /&gt;194 bucks of alcohol and more&lt;br /&gt;Cam whoring&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Brothers and sisters&lt;br /&gt;Clubbing&lt;br /&gt;House party&lt;br /&gt;Zouk&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that basically sums up my block leave, freaking tiring but heyyyy it was fun man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some pics =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00945.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC00945.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00947.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC00947.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00959.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC00959.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00969.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC00969.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00972.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC00972.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its the birthday girl pimpin' Yeahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00997.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC00997.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo tai Bo lam pa!!! Freaking hell no way im gonna beat iron liver Ian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC01018.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris came late buts it OGAYY!! BECAUSEEEEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01038.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC01038.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00983.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC00983.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me paying my tribute to bd girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01057.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC01057.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to own the dance floor at MOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01032.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC01032.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! Cam whore a bit more first.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01123.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC01123.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han still going strong out there LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01062.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC01062.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me too haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01100.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC01100.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron Liver and heyyy Marcus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01124.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/DSC01124.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a great block leave man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club Rome pics up next =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-6328039286633110819?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6328039286633110819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/6328039286633110819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/03/party.html' title='Party*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-5105133803727477527</id><published>2008-03-18T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T01:04:45.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One fantastic day! =)</title><content type='html'>Well today was great for me haha, hey and i didnt even go drinking or clubbing at all, hur hur not bad huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went gym and swim with Xingay around 11 plus till 3, it was nice and relaxing. Trying hard now to burn off all the alcohol damage that i have endured for the past week. Yeah man double clubbing in one week is just, damaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to look at some clothes where Xingay finally was a semi formal look, lol, cause all his clothes are like dri fit, sportsman wear. I mean its ok for him lar cause he really doesnt not give a rats ass what people think abt him in his attire. Which is something i ve been trying to adopt. Maybe like Han said, choir lar arts cca, so have to dress presentable mah. Sometimes thats just damn tiring....just wanna wear my tank top and army shorts and slippers and go for choir..freaking comfortable lar. G2000 shirts at 33 bucks hey man not bad at all, cheaper than far east shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet Xiang Pui and samuel with sihan and justin where they were owning the lan shop with their loud noise. Samuel being samuel was shouting fucks and ARMYYY in his game, whatever nonsense they were playing lar. Seriously four dudes making all the noises in the lan shop, lol, i wanted to join them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a bit of pool before i left off to meet kaiyi for a nice catch up dinner, which I TREATED HER!!!! Fish and co there, it felt gd finally meeting up after dunno how many times i wanted to meet her. Talked cock for a while and headed to Paragon to meet Candice who was doing her uni applications. Met her gang Angel (cool name man) and her bf some huge guy. Hes so big he makes me look small, thats how big he was, taller too lar. It was fun makign new friends and talkign cock with them haha, a few clubbing stories, familar names, the baddiest things u ve ever done and yeah the night went well. Even though i was kinda shagged from the cycle/weights/hot tub/sauna/swim at Pines, yeah i made an effort to talk with them and yeah just lend a listening ear to people like Candice who was talking about her work life. Speaking of which, damn that girl has some uber perseverence, freaking hell 4 jobs leh, four bloody jobs, thats crazy man!! But from tonight, it looks like shes doing well and yeah, i clearly underestimated her, thought that she would burn out, but shes going strong. R E S P E C T man, lemme buy u a drink one day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really reminded me of how taxing life can be on people, but seriously so far in my block leave, shes has the most hardcore lifestyle, also filled with many problems, but shes doing well lar, or at least i think so. Fucking tough mentality that woman/lady (dont like to say girl), two thumbs up man seriously!! LoL weird to say, her toughness* made my day. I think u guys catch my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we saw Mr Lynn too at starbucks lol, he was joking abt wanting to quit ac and go be a bartender at one of Candice's job places. Fantastic teacher i would say, lol, would always remember him for giving me a one times gd one for my mistake of not 'letting the light shine through'. I guess in the past i would have thought hes a turd, but yeah, u only feel grateful for some things when u reflect on it, the past and how u have moved on to the future. Time really passes too damn fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n529564147_361977_2929.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n529564147_361977_2929.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n529564147_361977_2929-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/jerome18/n529564147_361977_2929-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i miss the good old days =(. A slight taste of nostaglia(correct spelling?) my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-5105133803727477527?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/5105133803727477527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/5105133803727477527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-fantastic-day.html' title='One fantastic day! =)'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-2388346190983198645</id><published>2008-03-16T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:34:00.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One week gone*</title><content type='html'>Shit man i weighed myself in the gym and it came out to be 75 kg..WTFFFFFFF damn pissing off lar knn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh ok ok u paid the price for it. Clubbed twice in a week and so liddat lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak lar im pretty worried for the future cause like, i took the DEPARTMENT OF ENGLISH LANGUAGE AND LITERATURE pamplet and it appears pretty hard for me. Freaking hell lar my english is seriously going down the drain these past few days. Freak u lar army KNN. Its not gd at all man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, i went to NUS today to look around and see the literature departments, teaching etc etc. I mean hey if i wanna be a teacher i have to take something related to that right? Logical. But then this year gonna be quite hectic for me. Loads of small problems, i would say but as long as I have God with me, hey NO SWEAT AHHH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Operation for ankle 28&lt;br /&gt;2) Learn all the choir music to commit to tour, G NESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;3) Settle into my vocation to inform them abt my operation and tour G NESS!!&lt;br /&gt;4) 2000 bucks of fun o rama tickets G NESS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i guess in life, there will always be problems here and there. At one point or the other u ll be thinking like WAH LAO EH FREAKING MESSED UP LEH THESE PROBLEMS, DAMN MAH FAN LEH, but i mean honestly speaking its not that bad. Poeple have gone through so much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i cant wait to get my operation to be done once and for all. So i can faster recover, train again FOR MY TRIATHALON COMPETITION NEXT YEAR WOOHOOO!!! freak man talking abt it now makes me feel all hyped up haha!! Yeah baby!! But then again i have like one month to recover before tour =( so yeah, hopefully i can stand and stomp for karimatanu. Well if i cant make it for tour then, at least i learned some new songs, and yeah most important, i did learn something new in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn i wanted to upload the photos from both nights at MOS but some nooblets are just to lazy to upload them into their com. YOU NOOBS!! Think this wed going Zouk and maybe fri again. Shit man, this life style is freaking unhealthy, both spiritually and physically. Worse, i ve ponned church twice already, in a row leh. Seriously damn bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok no point talking abt it without doing something, im gonna go church this Sun! so there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i ve really been abusing the fact that my freedom in army is limited and i should go and party as hard as i can. Sigh..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish lar i hate the feeling of being regretful abt stuff, seriously sucks big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL huixian showed this stuff to me, hahah its damn G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever seen and heard a woman and a man's voice together in the same body? Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YAPlmEHo9QQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YAPlmEHo9QQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more freaking gay falsetto, or a woman's voice? U decide LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UHE4X7HFmTM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UHE4X7HFmTM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously what the.....Anyway for the climax, Alicia Keys eat ur heart out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W1kpvef6vJ0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W1kpvef6vJ0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G singer seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thats all for tonight folks! Photos up next!! Yessss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-2388346190983198645?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/2388346190983198645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/2388346190983198645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-week-gone.html' title='One week gone*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-7125462940002129031</id><published>2008-03-09T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T01:34:10.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pais*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jerome's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to see doctor for throat infection and flu and cough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Got my ATM card!!!! Woohoo =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to gym did a bit felt sick slept at the pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ate Salad for lunch =) Healthy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to town and abused my fresh account...ahem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pescardos far east shop-2 berms one cap 83 dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Change handphone cover, hanah presentable now ok-15 bucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some shop-two shirts 100 dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zara-one berms 60 dollars (I LEARNED TO USE NETS YESSSSSSS!!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Present-26 dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dinner-20 dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Movie-10 dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Starhub treat on me cause movie sucked-20 dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Drinks at chips plus wages-42 dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Travelling here and there buying random drinks-10 dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Total 386 dollars, shit man. Hey not so bad lar i thought i whacked half a k today. Yesss not so bad!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feeling a bit from the drinks cause i downed it damn fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess sometimes really really God gives u somethings and not for somethings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got money (reward for A results)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got freaking hell gd buddies to lean on when i need them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got gd results for my jock* standard lar. I mean come on everyone in choir knows me as the guy who gyms like toot and studies do damn badly one and the rest whatever lar im not so sure. But for As i actually got As, so yeah im thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But he didnt give me my icing on the cake lar. Yeah, i guess its just not time yet lar, as in when it comes to these things like i told Xin im damn freaking unluckly lar...So yeah, stop being an impatient bugger and just be happy with what u have lar. So just for tonight i ll emo a bit, actually freak lar, emos so old school, dunno what im feeling now, just a little light headed and ready to rant non stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway what new thing im gonna do this week, every week must do something new, must learn something and excel, dont waste time in army man. So its gonna be ice skating with huixian !!!! Hope i dont break my ankles. lol planning to get han to teach me basics on tue on rollar skating so i wont be owned by her. Hey show off my triple fluast/fuast ok!!! See my swan lake on ice hahahahahahahhahahah, elephant on land, graceful swan on ice. LoL. Its cfm gonna be one of the funniest thing im gonna do in my life lol. Cfm gonna fall down at least one hundred times, must remember to bring pads and guards and all that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next week the celebrations will offically begin, its the season of working out ones thigh muscles, having fun and creating great memories!!! Of course there comes the risk of getting hangovers in the morning but thats really like life, u have the good and the bad. U cant always have what u want and wish for, some things just dont come ur way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway heres a toast to my life long friends, seriously i hope that our kids would grow up with each other, cause their dads and moms are really really gd friends =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL WTF AM I TALKING DAMN RANDOM! Heres to your Ta-s down a jug of Kool Aid*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heres to the good and bad, the obtainable and the unobtainable. The regrets and celebrations, the moving on in life with second prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(For one night only) However how freaking disappointing it may seem, ................ i suck my thumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's something 'bout me that you ought to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never felt the need to lose control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always held on back and played it slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But not this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, don't be gentle,I can handle anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby,Take me on a journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been thinking lately,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could use a little time alone with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crazy,Let's do something, maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please don't take your time,You got me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right where you want me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl,I'm gonna let you have your way with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when you move like that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its hard to breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never thought that it could be like this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, don't be gentle,I can handle anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby,Take me on a journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been thinking lately,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could use a little time alone with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crazy, lets do something, maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please don't take your time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You got me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right where you want me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't explain it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How you swept me off my feet, unexpectedly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In slow motion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My imagination's running, trying to keep my body still,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can hardly stand the thrill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, don't be gentle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can handle anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby,Take me on a journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been thinking lately,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could use a little time alone with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crazy,Let's do something, maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please don't take your time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You got me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right where you want me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-7125462940002129031?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/7125462940002129031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/7125462940002129031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-pais.html' title='My Pais*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25953203.post-2683948234840387641</id><published>2008-03-08T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T00:35:32.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seems like my prayers worked. Power sia like my malay friends would say.. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im pretty happy lar, when i got my grades i shouted damn loud YA DAAAA!!!!! LOL wtf man tthat was the Heroes japan guy scream lol. But yeah really Glory to God cause my grades were so so unexpected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Econs A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lit A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;G.P B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chem B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maths C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah really for a 234 PSLE and 17 point O level not bad lar i feel. Hahah most happening subject was Lit. Seriously whole life i ve been getting Ds and Es, then suddenly A levels get A. WHAT THE FREAKKKKKK MANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Really thanks to God thanks to God. LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I mean seriously lar, me getting such good grades, is like seeing Pigs flying in the sky. But then again sigh, the happiness of these grades all die off when i found out that my close buddies did badly, and some more their like the smart kind lar, damn disappointing seriously. Hear already my grades also dont matter to me anymore....Like these people are really damn mugger damn smart one leh, then results dont reflect their true potential, seriously f-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unfair i ll say. But the show must go on, lousy grades only mean less doors will be open to you, not all doors. Easy for me to say lar but its a fact. So yeah trust in God and cfm all will follow according to plan one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like Sir said lar, Jock no more!! Got my As to prove my brains ok!!! LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After my As, really i wanna do so much more new things in life, like going ice skating next week, hoping to organise a party/event at some club, open my own bar or clothing shop, etc. Oh also cant wait for my operation to be able to run like a dog again. Yeah i just wanna feel like refreshed, u know, keep trying something new every now and then. Maybe become a jack of all trades, master of some lol, hopefully lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having two k worth of fun o rama tickets to sell is no joke ok..damnn, can lar i ll try my best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So begins another road to learning of new stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We ride together we die together bad boys bad boys whatca gonna do whatca gonna do when we come for u* I salute u my brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Party on me =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25953203-2683948234840387641?l=dreamspart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/2683948234840387641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25953203/posts/default/2683948234840387641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamspart2.blogspot.com/2008/03/thanks.html' title='Thanks*'/><author><name>Jome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01276293073970711893</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></entry></feed>
